"I'll go! You can accompany him! He's been thinking about you for too long!" she saw it, sad and hurried to her feet.

"OK." his heart was also sad. His eyes were quietly moist. He hurriedly bowed his head and continued to tell the story with the child in his arms. Only his slightly hoarse voice easily revealed his complex feelings at the moment.

She walked to the kitchen with a smile.

The refrigerator should be full of fruits, vegetables and meat.

Kitchenware is also available. The plane is a mobile home.

She first washed rice to cook, and then began to choose vegetables and wash vegetables. After a while, she simply made two dishes and a soup.

A crucian carp soup, an oil drenched green vegetables, and a minced meat tofu.

When she was done, she washed her hands, untied her apron and turned to ask them to come in for dinner.

But they didn't know when they had already come in, so they stood behind her and looked at her.

"It smells good," he said faintly.

She looked so familiar in her apron that he couldn't help recalling the time when she washed her hands and made soup for him.

But at that time, she did it for him wholeheartedly. Now, I'm afraid she doesn't have the original heart anymore?

Although she said she loved him and wanted him, he didn't believe it!

no It's not that I don't believe it, but I can't believe it.

No longer dare to easily hold her in her arms, because she is afraid that she will leave quietly without even saying goodbye!

If so, he would rather have never had it.

If you have no hope and never have it, you won't be hurt!

"I just made two simple dishes. Sit down and eat together!" she was a little shy under his fixed gaze, and two red clouds flew up under her cheeks, which made her look very beautiful and naive.

But he took back his sight, nodded faintly, bent down, picked up Silun who had been watching them, went to the table and sat down, and then served soup and dishes for Silun himself, just like a loving father, and even did not allow her to intervene.

She had to eat slowly by herself and looked at the father and son filled with emotion.

Si Lun didn't like tofu, but as long as it was in his bowl, he ate it happily.

He had a surprisingly good appetite and ate a whole bowl of rice.

This is the most he has eaten since he was hospitalized.

This made her eyes slightly moist.

After serving the child, William asked the child to sit and eat the fruit. Then he picked up the bowl and ate it slowly.

He ate it with great treasure and tasted it carefully like he was afraid of being betrayed. Every meal and chopsticks can remind him of their happy time in the past.

But the more he recalled the happiness of the past, the more he felt pain.

He felt that he was having a beautiful dream, but he didn't know when he would suddenly wake up. He was afraid that when he woke up, all this would no longer exist.

She would not be around him, would not wash her hands and make soup for him, would not look at him so tenderly, and his beautiful and fragile child would disappear without a trace.

He was really afraid, afraid that his heart was shaking and his hands were shaking

She knew what he was thinking, so she wanted to reach out and shake his hand and tell him that she would take her child with him this time, whether it was a landslide or a ground fissure.

But before he held his hand, he had moved away quietly, with a faint defensive color on his face.