One Thousand Three Hundred and Forty Six Qualified Wife (Part 2)

Sure enough, she stopped asking, closed the bathroom door, and exited the bathroom in embarrassment.

When Tang Yu came out of the bathroom after taking a shower, he didn't see her in the room. Where did you go?

While wiping his wet hair, he opened the door and walked out. In the villa, it was as bright as day, and even after scanning around, there was no shadow.

"Star?"

I called, but no one responded.

Just when he was suspicious, he heard an exclamation of "ah" coming from the kitchen downstairs. Tang Yu's heart tightened and he strode downstairs almost immediately.

"What's wrong?" He opened the kitchen door, strode in, and asked in a deep voice.

Song Zhixing stood facing the rows of various ovens in the kitchen, holding his fingers to his lips and blowing. His little face wrinkled up in pain.

"What are you doing?" Tang Yu saw that she had no other injuries. He breathed a sigh of relief. He walked over and took her hand in his. He saw that the originally white fingers were now red with heat. He pulled her She went under the water and poured cold water on it, "How did you get burned?"

"While I was heating food for you, I forgot to wear heat-resistant gloves and accidentally burned it." Song Zhixing muttered. Somewhat annoyed. She had no chance to cook at home, so even simple hot dishes took a long time to cook.

Tang Yu looked at her deeply and suddenly raised his lips with a charming smile. She was annoyed that she couldn't even use a microwave oven. When she saw his smile, she always felt that he was making fun of her. Embarrassed, she bumped him with her elbow guiltily, "Why are you laughing? Don't laugh."

Shui Ling's eyes glared at him angrily.

However, those eyes, under the light, were rippling and shining, not like they were angry, but more like temptation, which was extremely seductive. Tang Yu watched, his thoughts fluctuating violently, and he kissed her burned fingers. As if that wasn't enough, he leaned over again, raised her little face, and kissed her lips again. Song Zhixing hummed softly, his legs becoming weak from his kiss.

After letting go of her for a long time, the mist in her eyes became even more moving. He smiled, "I'm surprised."

"What's the surprise?"

"It turns out that you are more suitable to be a wife than I thought. But I have always treated you as a child." His voice was low, and it sounded particularly heartwarming in the dark night.

Song Zhixing leaned on the glazed platform and stood in front of his chest, looking up at this charming man, and said seriously: "I know you treat me like a child.

However, I am serious about marrying you, not joking with you. "

Song Zhixing put her hand in his palm, "I want to be a good wife like others. I know I may not be good at anything, and I am not as good as my aunt in many places, but I will make myself better and stand by your side." ”

Her inner voice made Tang Yu's heart tremble, and a wave of warmth surged in his heart. Finally, he spoke passionately: "Become good and become great again, but don't hurt yourself. And, in my eyes - you are better than anyone else."

Those last few words fell in Song Zhixing's ears, and she thought they were the most beautiful and best love words. The smile widened on the small face, and even the voice became sweet, "This was an accident. I won't be like this next time if I have experience."

Tang Yu asked her to stand aside, put on insulated gloves, and took out the meal from the microwave. He took a look and said, "Fortunately, it's not mushy. It's a success the first time."

Oops.

Is this a compliment or a disservice to her?

Tang Yu didn't have much appetite at first, but as soon as the smell came out, he actually wanted to eat it. Especially with her by my side.

"Would you like something to eat?" Tang Yu took a spoon and gave her a mouthful of soup.

"But I've already rinsed my mouth."

"Please come with me to wash up again later."

Song Zhixing opened his lips obediently and drank the soup. She thought tonight's soup was more delicious than ever.

"Have you thought about where to go?" Tang Yu asked her.

"Now that your mother is sick, can you still go and play? It's okay with me, just take it slow."

Tang Yu nodded, indeed, he couldn't rest assured if he left now.

"By the way, extend your hand." Tang Yu thought of something and put down the tableware.

Song Zhixing didn't understand, but he still opened his hands and stretched them out in front of him. Tang Yu gently clasped her right hand, and then, to her surprise and joy, a ring was firmly inserted into her finger from her fingertip.

The light passed over the diamonds on the ring, projecting a bright stream of light, and Song Zhixing's eyes burned.

"It's your turn." Tang Yu handed her another simple men's ring.

Song Zhixing held the ring and felt that everything was so sacred. She slowly and solemnly put the ring on Tang Yu's finger.

"When did you prepare it?" Song Zhixing was pleasantly surprised. His fingers have been slowly stroking the ring.

"Originally, I wanted to take you shopping after getting the certificate today, but something happened and I could only find time to go there alone." Fortunately, he knew everything about her, including the size of her fingers. "like or not?"

Song Zhixing nodded. Tang Yu also knew her preferences very well. There was no way she wouldn't like what he picked. Besides, it’s still such an inferior thing with such a different meaning.

As long as he bought it, as long as it was a wedding ring, she liked it. Whether gorgeous or simple, she loves them all. It took a long time for Song Zhixing to understand that these things became so sacred just because he did them. If it were another person, he wouldn't have such a heartbeat.

Song Zhixing was thinking about it when suddenly, he casually glanced at his arm under his pajamas. There seemed to be a long wound on the strong arm.

While he wasn't paying attention, she lifted his sleeves neatly. A wound, from his wrist, almost meandered to his elbow, looked shocking.

Song Zhixing's heart ached, "What's the matter?"

"It's a small problem." Tang Yu's expression was very calm, "It has been properly treated."

"How did it happen?" Song Zhixing rubbed the edge of the wound with his fingers, frowning.

Tang Yu put down his sleeves, and seeing her looking at him with inquiring eyes, he told the truth, "My mother was emotional and scratched it with the porcelain pieces of the vase."

"Is her condition so serious?" So serious that she even hurt her own son?

"So, this is why I don't want you to meet her." Tang Yu looked at her eyes and deepened them, "Lest she accidentally hurt you."

This is entirely possible!

She nodded, "Then I won't see you. It won't be too late for me to see you again when you are better. However, you have to deal with your wound now."

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The next day

Early in the morning, when Song Zhixing woke up, Tang Yu was already awake.

"What time is it?" she asked lazily.

"It's just after 8 o'clock." Tang Yu's hand was still behind her head, hugging the back of her head, and his handsome face rubbed her hair greedily, "Sleep a little longer, it's still early."

[Good night! I'll be home on the 28th~~~]