"Husband, I want to drink some more hot brown sugar soup. Can you help me make some more?"
"Yeah." Bo Zhanye agreed without any thought or rejection, turned around and walked out of the room.
Such behavior directly became a show off and inappropriate in Song Feier's eyes, so she said:
"Brother Ninth is such a noble person, but you actually asked Brother Ninth to make soup for you!
Can you stop being so delicate and cherish Brother Ninth? Don’t think that after you get married, you can do whatever you want with Brother Ninth’s love.”
Fu Xixi: "...Ms. Song is worrying too much. My wife is not feeling well, and my husband is supposed to make porridge and serve water. They are all duties that should be fulfilled. When you look for a husband in the future, you should also look for someone like this."
Song Feier clenched her palms: "Humph, Brother Ninth is my ideal husband, the husband I want most." Just wait, one day, this will come true!
Fu Xixi smiled faintly: "Indeed, Brother Ye is the dream of hundreds of millions of women across the country. I am very proud that you like him."
Song Feier tightened her palms angrily. No matter what she said, Fu Xixi would hit her back, like a punch on a stone. She would be hurt!
She rubbed Fu Xixi's belly angrily and said hard, "Does it hurt here?"
Fu Xixi frowned, knowing that Song Feier was taking the opportunity to punish her, but she could only grit her teeth: "Well...it hurt before, but it doesn't hurt anymore. It's probably the analgesia during menstruation."
When Feier Song heard this, her smile became more sarcastic: "Most women in the country have menstrual pain, but you have a lot of troubles and troubles.
Okay, take a good rest, drink more hot water, and don’t waste my time."
After saying that, she got up, packed the medical kit, and walked out directly.
Fu Xixi breathed a sigh of relief.
As long as the stuffing is not exposed.
She found the medicine on her body and took it quickly while neither of them were around.
Exclusive restaurant downstairs.
Bo Zhanye was wearing a suit, leather shoes, and a white apron. The two most mismatched combinations on his body did not appear out of place. On the contrary, he was extremely elegant and charming, capturing hearts.
Who doesn’t like a man who can make money, is handsome, and can cook?
Song Feier walked over with a smile: "Brother Jiu, you actually cook for Sister Xixi. I'm so envious. I want a husband like you too."
There was something in the words that hinted that she also wanted to marry him.
Bo Zhanye didn't know whether he understood or not. Jinjun's expression showed no unnecessary changes and he said noblely:
"With your qualifications, it's easy to find a man who can cook and is better."
"That's different." Song Feier said: "Brother Ninth, you are better than all men, no one can compare with you. I like you like this, Brother Ninth.
But I am also very good, I am considerate and virtuous, not only can I cook, but I am also a doctor. If I have abdominal pain, I will handle it myself.
Brother Ninth, it would be best if you married a woman like me."
This time's words couldn't be more obvious.
Bo Zhan made some ginger water at night, poured it into a small bowl, and said in the same tone as before:
"I have already married Xiaoxi. Marrying Xiaoxi is the greatest happiness. You will also find the right person in the future. Don't say more like this."
After saying this, he turned around and walked out with the brown sugar water in hand.
On the corridor, Fu Xixi watched the interaction between the two of them, her eyes full of happiness and sweetness, but also a hint of sadness.
It’s really good to be able to actively reject women and avoid flirting with ambiguous husbands.
Unfortunately, the more he behaves like this, the more she fears that he will not be able to escape from this sadness...
While I was quietly thinking, something unexpected happened from the sky.