Chapter 25: A Sense of Déjà Déjà vu

"You won't be gone, you're going to deliberately make it impossible for me to find it." Fu Liting's voice was mixed with a little cold coldness, and said.

"Daddy, don't be angry, Mommy is back, what if you make Mommy angry and Mommy leaves again?"

Fu Xiaochen hurriedly made a concoction between the two, and learned to educate humanity at a young age.

"Hmm." Fu Liting's face finally got a little better.

"Daddy, let's drive out to dinner and celebrate Mommy's return." Fu Xiaochen said with a smile.

"Nope." Fu Liting rejected him without thinking, and now he really didn't dare to let An Yi go.

His eyes locked on An Yi affectionately and said, "Let's eat at home, what do you want to eat?" I cook. ”

"Okay, I'll try your handiwork."

An Yi actually felt guilty in her heart, and she suddenly disappeared, but she really couldn't explain it to the two of them.

The refrigerator in the villa is full of filet mignon, caviar foie gras or something, Fu Liting has already put on an apron and prepared, and An Yi is reluctant to eat only these Western food.

While giving Fu Liting a hand, she said, "Let Auntie buy some vegetables and meat, I don't like to eat Western food very much." ”

"Nope." Fu Liting replied without raising his head.

"You're really overbearing!" An Yi shouted dissatisfiedly, it turned out that this was the real domineering president, and his domineering factor penetrated into all aspects of life.

"It's not...... Because I can only cook Western food. Fu Liting first denied, then paused for a few seconds, and then spoke in a shy tone.

"I see, I won't laugh at you, I'll cook Chinese food. You cook Western food, I cook Chinese food, so today's dinner must be very rich. ”

She was drooling just thinking about it, she was worried about living in the hotel these days, and the food was not delicious, and her stomach was still grumbling with hunger.

"Hmm." Fu Liting replied lightly.

An Yi suddenly wanted to see what he looked like now, and said that serious men are the most handsome, and she understands the meaning of this sentence today.

Fu Liting was already with wide shoulders, narrow waist and long legs, and the apron set off his good figure at a glance, and that small waist was simply leading people to commit crimes.

An Yi licked his lips, and before he could retract his gaze, he met Fu Liting's inquiring eyes.

His cold eyes suddenly met An Yi's watery and hazy eyes mixed with a mischievous and sly smile, and suddenly he felt that his throat was a little dry, and he wanted to speak but didn't know what to say.

Finally, he asked in a low voice, "What are you looking at?" ”

His eyes were also dyed with a hint of desire.

"Nothing, nothing!" An Yi, who was afraid of being regarded as a nymphomaniac, hurriedly waved her hand to clarify, but in Fu Liting's eyes, it became a cover-up and evidence that she had just peeped at herself.

"Hard-mouthed?" Fu Liting's deep voice spit out these two words ambiguously, and she stepped closer to comfort, and she kept retreating until her back was pasted with the cold marble gloss of the cooking table.

"What are you going to do?" An Yi stared at him and swallowed.

Fu Liting's warm and slender fingers caressed her smooth and delicate cheeks like shelled eggs, sighed, and rested his head on her slender neck, as if extremely tired and extremely attached to breathe in her familiar breath.

"Anyi, it's good that you're back."

Listening to his voice that was somewhat sad and suppressed to the point of heartache, An Yi somehow suddenly felt a deep sense of pity in his heart.

Although she didn't remember Fu Liting in her memory, she always felt that the thoughts buried in his tone were like they had known each other for a long time, and she had abandoned him for a long time.

A sense of guilt slowed down her heart, so she couldn't help hugging him, patting him on the back and soothing, "I've always been there." ”

Fu Liting looked up at her, his eyes were hot and scary.

"No, you lied to me." He was only halfway through what he said, and An Yi couldn't guess at all.

Before she had time to think about it and ask questions, the whole person was picked up by Fu Liting, who carried her to the bedroom with her long legs and threw her on the soft bed in the bedroom.

"What?" She suddenly felt a little frightened, and she stepped back.