V2.chapter 139

A week later, Jane Winnie got better, so she went back to the manor to recuperate. Wearing a thick coat, she was carefully helped out of the car by wells. She took a look at a small three story Western-style building not far away. She walked slowly. Under the warm sun, she seemed to be very haggard, with pale and bloodless cheeks. Although she was still as fat as before, she was very attractive The feeling is still that kind of fragile glass doll, vulnerable.

Wells took her by the waist and whispered, "take your time. Don't worry."

Jane Winnie nodded with a smile. If she had doubts about whether they were real husband and wife at the beginning, now she fully believed that, because from the time she lived in the hospital, wells took good care of her, and from the little bit by bit of his behavior, she had no doubt at all. She was not only a husband and wife for three years For a long time, it must have been in love for many years.

She must have used all the good luck in her life to meet such a good man. She can be called a perfect model. She is extremely gentle to her and takes good care of her. She indulges her in everything. She never blushes and has a thick neck to her. This kind of man can't be found with a lantern, but she becomes her husband. God really loves her, even though she is careless His foot fell off the stairs and had an unexpected miscarriage, but he didn't blame her at all. On the contrary, he comforted her.

He said, Winnie, as long as you're good, the baby's gone, we can get it.

He said that we will live happily ever after, depending on each other hand in hand for life.

"Ah..." maybe she was thinking too much. Suddenly, Jane Winnie frowned and cried out in discomfort. She looked down and found her foot. She didn't know when she sprained. The pain spread quickly.

Wells bent down worried, gently raised her foot, looked at it carefully, and asked, "where's sprain? Tell me where it hurts

Jane Winnie looked at him so nervous. Then she fell on his back with a smile, and slowly put her arms around his neck. She murmured, "although I'm not used to calling you husband now, I'll try to be a good wife, have children for you, and set up a happy family. Wells, thank you for loving me so much!"

He just bent down and rubbed her ankles, letting her fall on her back, but he couldn't help but smile sweetly. For this sentence, he had been waiting for many years, and now he finally got what he wanted. It seems that all he has done is worth it.

"Wife, come on your back. I'll carry you home." Wells patted her on the leg, and then Jane Winnie hopped up behind him, put her arm around his neck, and found a comfortable place to close her eyes.

"Wells, I'm so hungry that I want to eat a lot of delicious food. Can you make it for me?"

"Good." He agreed without thinking.

Wells is carrying her on his back. No matter how far away the journey is and how heavy the people are, he is very satisfied with every step he has taken.

Winnie, we're going to be happy, believe me. Walking into the warm living room, it seems that every corner is full of jubilation. It seems that after some careful arrangement, the wall of the living room is hung with that big picture. What they took in the lavender field before is a piece of lanterns and decorations, which is exaggeration, but every place is very warm, as if in this small foreign-style building, there are traces of their love.

Wells turned his head and looked at the man on his back. He was enjoying himself. He said with a smile, "are you tired? Why don't I carry you back to your room and sleep for a while. I'll cook the food later and call you to get up, OK

"I don't want to go back to my room and go to bed. Let me sleep on the sofa for a while. It's boiling and calling me," she replied vaguely

Wells was also accommodating to her, let the servant bring the blanket, and put her on the sofa for a nap. He took a long breath. Just as he was about to go to the kitchen, he heard the man on the sofa say something like this: "I want to eat dumplings filled with cabbage."

Dumplings?

Wells vaguely felt that he had a headache. Where could he make dumplings? The chefs at home made western food, and occasionally Chinese food, which were simpler dishes. He did study cooking for her, but did not know when Jane Winnie began to like dumplings! During this period of time in the manor, he never made dumplings! She doesn't like steamed buns! How can you like dumplings!

Because Jane Winnie wanted to eat by name, wells could only do it bravely. The cooks in the manor were all foreign, and no one could cook pasta. Whenever he was at home, he was worried about cooking, and he didn't let the servants interfere. In a disguised way, he spoiled his mouth. As long as she said, he basically did as she said, that is to say, one is willing to fight, the other is willing to take.

Think about, which man can do this, since childhood is clothes to stretch out his hand to open his mouth, but for a woman's stomach, willing to run to learn cooking.

The man in the apron is always the most charming and upright figure. He shuttles in the kitchen, carefully washing every leaf of vegetables, kneading the gray flour calmly and adjusting the stuffing cleanly.

After noon, Jane Winnie had a full sleep. When she opened her eyes and sat up from the sofa, she could smell the fragrance of dumplings. She was surprised and dressed in a coat. Looking for the fragrance, she ran to the kitchen and quietly showed a small head. Then she saw a man who was carefully putting the dumplings in the pot into the big plate and stirring the pot When he was sure that he was successful, wells turned around and saw the thief's small head and quickly retracted back.With a smile, he untied the apron, put it aside, and walked toward the door with his hands and feet. He fished out the hiding man with a big palm. "When you wake up, wait for me on the dining table. The kitchen fumes heavily. You are not allowed to come here. Do you hear me?"

Jane Winnie laughs, peeps at the kitchen and says happily, "then I'm hungry. Are you ready?"

"Well, wait for me at the table." Wells fondly shaved her nose.

Jane Winnie happily went to the table. Wells then asked the servant to bring out the dumplings and soup. Seeing the full and white dumplings, she could not help but pick up the chopsticks and put one in her mouth to taste.

"Don't eat in a hurry. Warm your stomach first." Wells put the soup in front of her.

When she lifted the bowl with a smile, she hesitated for a moment, then put down the bowl in her hand, looked at wells and said, "wells, how can I always feel like this scene is familiar?"

Wells behaved naturally and didn't panic at all, "because we used to eat like this before. What's your problem?"

"Oh." She answered, then picked up the dumplings and put it to wells' mouth. "Did I feed you like that before?"

Wells frowned and didn't open his mouth, because the last thing he liked was cabbage. When he made dumplings, he had tried his best to bear it. Now he asked him to eat it. It was like killing him.

"You eat, I'm just full." She refused, and he pushed her hand back.

Jane Winnie was obviously depressed, just pouting her mouth and biting the dumplings one by one. Wells didn't see her and left her on the dining table by herself and went to the study to deal with the work.

Looking at the back of his departure, Jane Winnie had no appetite at all. She put down her chopsticks and was in a daze on the table.

Don't you think they used to feed each other like this? Doesn't he like it now? But she clearly felt that she had done this before. Why did wells refuse? Is it hard to blame for her accidental miscarriage?

Jane Winnie did not think much about it. She wiped her mouth and went to the place where he had just left. She hesitated for a long time at the door of the study. Finally, she chose to knock on the door and walked in slowly. Wells, at her desk, looked at the document in her hand seriously. After feeling that someone was coming, he looked up subconsciously.

"Why are you here? Didn't you cry hungry just now

Jane Winnie flattened her aggrieved mouth and looked like she was about to cry. "Wells, are you still angry with me?"

Wells quickly closed the folder in his hand, turned around the chair, took the tissue, walked toward her, and sighed, "what do you think, nothing."

With tears in her eyes, she looked up at Wells' distressed eyes and asked, "you are not angry with me. Otherwise, how could you leave me alone? I clearly felt that we were very close. Why do you refuse now?"

Wells rubbed his aching temple and explained helplessly, "yes, we used to feed, but I refused you, not because I was angry with you, it was because I didn't like cabbage."

What? Don't like cabbage?

Sure enough, Jane Winnie took back her tears, put her arms around his waist, and murmured, "how can it be? I have a feeling of deja vu. It must not be wrong. I must have made dumplings for you, otherwise I would never say so!"

Well, wells is completely speechless.

From tomorrow on, he must overcome the habit of not eating cabbage, and take all her habits as his own, no matter good or bad. Only in this way can she feel at ease and not be so upset as she is now.

Cabbage, cabbage, why bother a man like me!

I hope that, he can prevent, that five percent of the chance to come, like now is very good, easy to live their little days, she always depends on him.

Clearly know that some habits can not be changed, then he has become some habits that can not be changed, and will always accommodate her.

As long as a lifetime, he is really not greedy!