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Song Zhiyue stayed in her hometown for a week before returning to the city, she felt that her father was too lonely and wanted to take him to live in the city, but Song's father did not agree.

When Feng Chen came home from work that day, he heard the sound of stir-frying in the kitchen, and thought it was Aunt Xiao cooking.

As soon as he loosened the tie around his neck, he saw Aunt Xiao come out of the bathroom, and he was stunned for a moment and asked, "Who is in the kitchen?" ”

"Yes, ma'am." Aunt Xiao replied.

Feng Chen raised his feet and walked to the door of the kitchen, and saw Song Zhiyue frying with an apron.

She wore her balls on her head, revealing a small piece of fair skin, with tiny fluffy hair scattered messily, and her small pants wrapped around her slender and straight legs.

Feng Chen stepped forward and hugged her from behind, and the movement in Song Zhiyue's hand paused, and continued in just a few seconds.

"Wash your hands and serve your meal."

"Okay." Feng Chen answered, but he didn't move, still hugging her, "Yueyue, I miss you." ”

Song Zhiyue picked up the plate at hand and served the dishes: "Really?" How much do you want to? ”

"I want you to think about sleepless sleepless every night."

In the days when she was away, Feng Chen couldn't sleep every night, and always couldn't help but think of the days when she was by her side, thinking about her smile, and thinking about her infinite joy.

He really misses her.

Song Zhiyue tugged at the corners of her lips slightly: "So I'm back." ”

Feng Chen took the dish in her hand, put it on the cutting board, put it over her shoulder, made her face to himself, and then stared at her white and red face.

"Are you feeling better?"

Song Zhiyue's complexion is not bad, and his eyes are as clear as usual, not as empty as when he was hit hard.

"If I don't say it, how are you going to coax me?"

Feng Chen said very seriously: "I can coax me as much as you want." ”

Song Zhiyue pretended to think about it: "The deed, the title deed, the deed of sale, and the bank card are all given to me." ”

Feng Chen took out his wallet from his pocket and took out three or four bank cards from it: "The deed will be given to you later, the deed of sale is the marriage certificate, this is all my bank cards, but there is no title deed." ”

The corners of Song Zhiyue's mouth curled, and he put all the cards back in his wallet: "Teasing you." ”

Seeing that she was laughing, Feng Chen was relieved, afraid that she would suppress everything in her heart and suffocate her illness.

"In a few days, we will take my dad over to live, and the family will have a good look."

"I've already told him, he doesn't want to, let him be." Song Zhiyue lowered her eyelashes and said lowly.

Feng Chen was silent: "Then let's go back and see him more in the future." ”

Song Zhiyue let out a "hmm" and began to serve food outside.

Seal the dust and serve the meal.

After dinner, Feng Chen pulled Song Zhiyue to watch TV, seeing that she was not in high spirits, he took out his mobile phone and searched for a good place for vacation.

"I happen to be free these days, let's go on vacation and make up for your honeymoon."

Song Zhiyue was slightly stunned, and then understood that he wanted to take himself to relax.

Just now, she and Aunt Xiao took the dishes and chopsticks to the kitchen, and when they came out of it and saw Feng Chen on the phone, he had a solemn expression, as if something had happened at work, so it was impossible for him to be idle.

"I've only been with Shengsheng for a long time, and I've asked for leave many times before and after, and I won't be able to ask for it again, so let's do it next time."

"I'll help you please." Feng Chen said.

Song Zhiyue chuckled: "If you do everything for me, then simply leave the child to you." ”

"I can't do it, but I'll do it." Sealing the dust means a meaningful way.

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