So, why does he not think about good things but only think about bad things?
Fu Shuo opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but in the end it was lost between his lips.
He felt very confused.
The more he wanted to control Lu Wanwan, the more he lost control.
Lu Wanwan was still looking at him. Seeing that he was silent and seemed to be worried, she couldn't help but give him a step down: "Are you busy with work recently and haven't had a good rest, so you are a little irritable?"
Fu Shuo smiled bitterly: "Did you see it too?"
also?
Besides her, who else could see it?
Lu Wanwan didn't think deeply, she just looked at the dark circles under his eyes and said, "You have dark circles under your eyes."
"Isn't it ugly?" Fu Shuo couldn't imagine that one day he would ask such a girly question.
But his love rival is Li Jingchen.
The man who can attract the imagination of thousands of girls even if he doesn't show up.
With such a competitor, Fu Shuo's room has never seen men's skin care products.
After Lu Wanwan shook his head, he advised: "You should rest early these two days, your health comes first."
Fu Shuo was overjoyed, thinking that Wanwan still cared about him.
Even though he tried to forcefully kiss her in the elevator that day, said angry words to her after the attempt, and even got angry with her afterwards, she still didn't change at all.
How could he give up such a good Wanwan?
"Okay." After Fu Shuo responded, he asked with expectation: "Can I cook with you tonight?"
Lu Wanwan nodded: "Okay, your cooking skills have always been better than mine. It's great that you are willing to help."
I didn't expect her to be so easy to talk to.
It seems that he really thinks too much.
Fu Shuo raised his hand and pushed back his loose forehead hair, exposing his forehead and at the same time, his gloomy mood became a little brighter.
7pm.
An An ate the dinner cooked by Lu Wanwan and Fu Shuo.
This made him so happy that he raised his little lotus-like arms above his head and shouted: "Long live Mommy and Daddy!"
An An's mood was boiling like cola bubbles at this time. After he ate the maple sugar muffin from the spoon with a slurp, he said with satisfaction: "It's been a long time since I had dinner cooked by mom and dad!"
Lu Wanwan and Fu Shuo both looked at him, one gently and the other gently asked: "Is it delicious?"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah!" An An held the spoon in her mouth, licking the maple sugar with her tongue, and nodded as if pounding garlic.
In the eyes of Lu Wanwan and Fu Shuo, An An's big, dark eyes were astonishingly bright at the moment.
Fu Shuo rubbed his chin and asked, "Is it too exaggerated? Is it so delicious?"
In An An's view, this dinner is not only delicious, but also a signal that his father and mother have completely reconciled. Can he be unhappy?
Lu Wanwan put a dish into An An's bowl and said softly: "If you like it, eat more."
Because there won’t be too many opportunities like this.
She had made up her mind to draft a divorce agreement first, and then find a suitable opportunity to hand it over to Fu Shuo.