Zhuo qianyun's heart trembles slightly. Ye Wenming is going to come here tonight?
After today, she will stay in this apartment for a while.
Zhuo qianyun simply cleaned up, and then looked at the refrigerator, the refrigerator has all prepared a variety of fresh ingredients.
Looking at the time, it was almost evening, so Zhuo qianyun took out some ingredients and began to cook dinner.
Although pregnant more than 5 months, but it does not hinder cooking what.
She simply made three dishes and one soup. She wanted to call ye Wenming to ask when he would come back, but she remembered that she seemed to have been blacked by him!
Before, when she was in L City, she wanted to contact him, but she didn't contact him. Finally, she contacted Liang Fang, so she contacted Ye Wenming.
But now...
Zhuo qianyun waited until 7 p.m. to eat her dinner, but just in case, she left the rest of the meal waiting for ye Wenming to come back.
The big living room is much larger than the room behind her shop.
Zhuo qianyun sat on the sofa, holding a pillow, looking at a love story she brought from home.
Once, when she was young, she liked to read love stories and yearned for the love in them.
Later, the cruel reality, let her no longer believe in love, nature, also did not go to see this kind of novel.
But somehow, when she was in L City, she once went to a bookstore and saw this love story, so she bought it and put it in the trunk.
Maybe it's because she has no love, so she can't help but want to see the love in the book.
When ye Wenming came back, she only saw the soft light in a room. She leaned on the sofa, like taking a nap, with an open book in her hand. Obviously, she was looking at it and fell asleep.
He stepped forward, her gentle and quiet face reflected in his eyes under the light.
She seems... A little more haggard than he remembered. Pregnancy is a heavy burden for her age and body.
Ye Wenming glanced at the book she was holding. When he saw the title, he raised his eyebrow in surprise.
He remembered that she used to read such books a long time ago.
He thought that she should not be interested in this kind of book now, but she would still read it.
Ye Wenming picked up the book in Zhuo qianyun's hand, flipped it at will, and then put it aside. Then he bent down and was about to carry her back to the bed in the bedroom. She slowly raised her eyes as if she had a feeling.
Two people's line of sight, opposite each other.
The distance between faces is so close that we can even feel each other's breath.
For a moment, Zhuo qianyun only thought that she was in a dream, and still in a trance, until her hand slowly raised, stroked Ye Wenming's face, felt the warmth in the palm of her hand, and heard Ye Wenming's voice, "don't you know that it's easy for people to misunderstand such a move to a man?"