"Wen Tian, I'm a little tired, let me take a rest first." Pei Shaomu said.
His tone was low and hoarse.
"Oh." Wen Tian said.
She thought that maybe Pei Shaomu was really tired. After all, this man had so much work, so it was reasonable to feel tired.
Maybe he was tired when he came back so early today.
"Then you go up and take a rest." Wen Tian said to Pei Shaomu.
Pei Shaomu pursed his lips and walked upstairs.
He came to the bedroom.
Wen Tian's bag was also placed on the bay window of the bedroom, the bag that was bulging abnormally.
Pei Shaomu's eyes passed through him like sharp swords.
That bag was really an eyesore. Pei Shaomu couldn't help but pick up the bag and throw it into the closet.
He couldn't believe that Wen Tian was such a girl.
But everything that happened after he received Wen Tian's call on his mobile phone left him unable to find any flaws or reasons to convince himself to believe Wen Tian.
Pei Shaomu's head hurt more and more.
Downstairs, Gu Niannian was knitting a sweater, a sweater worn by children.
I laughed while knitting.
Well, it's her unborn baby's sweater.
Gu Niannian's eyes flashed with anticipation.
I just don’t know when this baby will be able to wear the sweater she knitted by herself.
The entire Wen family has been waiting impatiently.
Wen Tian came over: "Is sister-in-law Niannian knitting a sweater?"
Gu Niannian nodded: "Yes, for the future baby."
Wen Tian took a look and suddenly laughed silly.
At this moment, a thought suddenly rushed into her mind.
She was wondering if she would be pregnant with a baby in the near future, Pei Shaomu's baby, and then she would sit on the sofa knitting sweaters like Gu Niannian?
"Why are you laughing? Are you kidding me that the sweater I knitted is not pretty enough?" Gu Niannian glanced at Wen Tian.
Wen Tian stopped smiling: "No way, the sweater knitted by my sister-in-law Niannian is the most beautiful and unique in the world!"
Gu Niannian pursed her lips and smiled: "You are so good at talking."
She glanced around: "Hey, where is Shao Mu?"
"He went upstairs to rest."
Gu Niannian said "Oh": "Shaomu's mood seems not right today?"
Wen Tian didn't think much about it: "Maybe he was too tired from work, otherwise he wouldn't have come back early this morning."
It makes sense when Gu Niannian thinks about it.
"If you're tired, I'll ask the kitchen to make soup in the evening to replenish your body." Gu Niannian said.
Here Wen Tian stood up: "No need to call the servant, I will do it myself."
Gu Niannian was surprised: "Can you make soup?"
In her eyes, Wen Tian is simply a rich young lady who has no fingers in the spring water.
"I don't know it yet, but I can learn now." Wen Tian smiled mischievously.
She went to the kitchen and specifically asked the chef which ingredients to make soup to nourish the body. Then she washed and cut the ingredients and cooked them herself.
After a long time, the soup exuding a rich aroma was finally ready.
Wen Tian took a special taste and it tasted super fragrant.
It's not dinner time yet, but Wen Tian can't wait for Pei Shaomu to try his good craftsmanship.
She originally planned to go upstairs and ask Pei Shaomu to come down, but she just reached the stairs and returned to the kitchen.
Well, Pei Shaomu is so tired, so she can just wait until the end and serve it directly to Pei Shaomu.
Occasionally, she is gentle and wants to be a virtuous and virtuous wife.
Wen Tian filled a bowl with soup, and she carefully carried the soup upstairs.
The soup bowl was a little hot to the touch, even though Wen Tian was wearing insulated gloves.
Wen Tian twitched the corners of her lips.
Well, isn't this just like her burning heart for Pei Shaomu?
Thinking of this, she [ www.biquwu.biz ] chuckled.
Old man, she is a woman immersed in love now.
The bedroom door was ajar. It was inconvenient for Wen Tian to push the bedroom door open with her hands, so she just kicked it lightly with her foot, and the bedroom door opened immediately.
She saw Pei Shaomu standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, with his back to her.
Wen Tian thought that Pei Shaomu was lying on the bed to rest because he was so tired, but she didn't expect that the man was standing there.
"Pei Shaomu." Wen Tian called out.
no response.
Wen Tian fainted.
Are you tired and stupid?
She walked over and her voice suddenly rose: "Pei Shaomu!"
Only then did Pei Shaomu react.
He turned around, his eyes a little vacant.
Wen Tian pursed her lips at the bowl she was holding, and her tone was full of taking credit: "I made it for you, especially for you, for two hours. No one drank it, I
What I brought to you first, how can I treat you well?"
She looked at Pei Shaomu with a smile, waiting for the man's appreciation.
Then nothing happened, Pei Shaomu didn't say a word.
Wen Tian's breath froze.
Pei Shaomu is too weird this afternoon. Is his mind too tired to be clear?
"Pei Shaomu, didn't you hear what I said to you?" Wen Tian glared at Pei Shaomu with some dissatisfaction.
"heard it."
Wen Tian brought the bowl in front of Pei Shaomu: "Drink, continue."
Pei Shaomu did not respond.
"Pei Shaomu!" Wen Tian's tone was obviously tinged with anger.
"I won't drink anymore."
Wen Tian: "..."
She opened her eyes wide: "I worked so hard for you that you stopped drinking?"
Pei Shaomu seemed to have not heard Wen Tian's words, his eyes were in a daze.
Wen Tian was a little anxious, so she directly handed the bowl to Pei Shaomu.
She tried to stuff it into Pei Shaomu's hand.
However, Pei Shaomu seemed not to have seen him and did not pick him up at all.
"boom"
There was a loud noise and the bowl fell to the ground.
There is soup and water on the ground, and fragments on the ground.
Wen Tian opened her eyes wide.
She stared at the soup and water on the ground, and after a moment, mist formed in her eyes.
This is the soup that she finally made. It took so much time and effort to make the soup. This is also the first time in her life that Wen Tian has made soup.
Just like that, it just fell to the ground and wasted.
Wen Tian shouted at Pei Shaomu: "Pei Shaomu, you are simply too much. Do you know how much thought I put into it? Why are you like this!"
A shout seemed to bring Pei Shaomu back to reality.
The mist in Wen Tian's eyes suddenly changed his mood.
"Sorry, Wen Tian." The man said softly.
"I don't want to hear sorry, I hate you." Wen Tian glared at Pei Shaomu.
The man pursed his lips and said nothing.
His silence made Wen Tian even more annoyed.
She stretched out her little fist and couldn't help but hit Pei Shaomu, but at this moment her eyes glanced at Pei Shaomu's hand.
Pei Shaomu's hands were red and swollen.
When the bowl dropped, the hot soup spilled on Pei Shaomu's hand.
Wen Tian stepped aside filled with anger, anxiety and nervousness took over: "What's wrong with your hand?"
Only then did Pei Shaomu notice the redness and swelling on his hands: "It's okay." He tried to put his hands behind his back.