Chapter 3

"Scar?" What kind of scornful smile does Beichuan have? What are you up to? "

She was stunned, took back her hand and lowered her eyes.

So, that dispute hasn't happened here?

However, what she wants to know more is where is "here"? Is it a dream? Or is she dead and now in some unexplained psychic state? Or, in the moment of life and death, she went back to the past?

This No, isn't that ridiculous? But she couldn't think of any reasonable explanation.

Looking at his wife's unusual appearance, song Beichuan first frowned in bewilderment. He wanted to open his mouth to care about her, but the idea turned around. Anyway, it all ended in a quarrel. Is there anything else to ask?

So he sighed and said, "I'm very tired. I'm not in the mood to play games with you here."

Then he took off his tie, took a bath towel and shut himself in the bathroom.

Under the sprinkler, his wife's eyes confused song Beichuan. The relationship between them has been hostile for a long time. Whenever she looks at him, her eyes are either resentful or hateful, and she doesn't feel any tenderness and love at all.

However, it was abnormal just now He didn't even know how to explain that look.

In fact, the moment he stepped into the door, he was ready for a fierce dispute.

He could almost imagine that Lin Xiaoqing would glare at him first, and then start to reproach him. Then, in a tone of contempt, he would scold him for drinking outside, ignoring his family, not loving his wife and so on.

But she didn't, not at all.

She first looked at him half a dollar with a kind of almost frightened eyes, then really looked at him as if looking at some rare treasure, then slowly walked towards him and reached for his hair.

Her eyes are as deep as water, as if she were the one who loved him deeply

No, it can't be!

In an instant, he came back to himself, immediately interrupted his delusion, and thought that the woman certainly didn't know what tricks she was playing. He didn't know what the other party was up to, but what he was sure was that Lin Xiaoqing would never look at him with such deep feelings, at least in his life.

Thinking of this, he pressed down the nozzle switch and simply washed for a few minutes. Then he wrapped a bath towel around his waist and stepped out of the bathroom, only to find that his wife was no longer in the room.

He was stunned. He was guessing that she might have run to the living room again to make a tantrum and be awkward, but he vaguely smelled a strange smell in the air, coming from some kind of food?

Song Beichuan was even more shocked She, she's cooking? Cooking at this time? How could that be!

After more than a year of marriage, she has almost never cooked, even the children's non-staple food is to ask his mother to come to order, so how can she cook in the middle of the night?

It's about the same with instant noodles!

With such a conclusion, he sneered. After changing his home, he planned to go to sleep in Guangmu. But Lin Xiaoqing knocked on the door which had been opened.

"Don't sleep. I've cooked a bowl of Jiejiu soup. Would you like to drink some before you sleep?" She whispered.

What? Hangover soup? Song Beichuan looked back slowly, frowning at the woman by the door, as if she had just said the alien language.

"In the middle of the night, where did you get the Jiejiu soup?" He thought it was instant noodles she bought from outside.

"I cooked it, of course." She laughed dryly, but fully understood his doubts.

Song Beichuan was silent for a while. He wanted to refuse her, but he didn't know whether it was curiosity or whether he really needed a bowl of hot soup to relieve his discomfort after drinking. In short, he softened his attitude, sipped his cold lips, wiped her shoulder silently and went straight to the kitchen.

He didn't even want to look at her.

Lin Xiaoqing's heart was constricted. She felt as if she had been cut by the blade. She looked down and felt helpless.

Once upon a time, she thought these unbearable memories would never hurt her at all, but now she "comes to the scene" again, and she realizes that she overestimates herself

That bowl of soup, let song Beichuan dream of a long time ago.

At that time, they just got married. Because Lin Xiaoqing was carrying her pregnancy into the auditorium, she had no chance to have a romantic secret month, so she was tortured to death by severe pregnancy vomiting.

He remembers clearly that she couldn't eat at all. In order to let his wife eat more or less, he studied a lot of recipes before and after. Finally, he tried out a few vegetable and fruit soups, which could give her a little nutrition.

However, such days are not long.

The new company soon came into being, whether it was personnel or business, big and small problems sprang up like mushrooms. In order to stabilize the company, he devoted almost all his time to business except sleeping.The rift between husband and wife began at that time.

At this time, the alarm clock rang and he opened his eyes.

The lingering charm of the dream is still there. He thinks of that beautiful but short time and remembers the past when he still loved her However, with the awakening of reason, scenes of disputes also follow the memory, and finally only full of resentment and resentment, nothing else.

At this point, song Beichuan sighs heavily and turns over to X Guangmu impatiently, only to find that the person beside the pillow is no longer around.

He pauses, shows consternation, but then laughs at himself as if he understood something. Since the relationship between husband and wife fell into the cold war, in order to avoid embarrassment or unnecessary disputes, Lin Xiaoqing always deliberately got up after he went out, and then went to bed before he came in.

Of course, things are still exceptional. For example, one day when she is suddenly in a bad mood, she will wait in the living room for him to get off work, and then have a big fight, or deliberately sleep on the sofa, so that he can see such a picture before going out to work, so as to make him feel guilty All in all, her unreasonable tricks were many, and he was not surprised.

So, just like every other day, he now combed in the bathroom, shaved, changed into a suit and tie, and walked out of the room.

All of a sudden, a mouthwatering fragrance came to my face. Hell, how could she wake up and make breakfast? It's impossible for the sky to fall, not to mention the hangover soup last night Did she break her head?

His brows curled up Lin Xiaoqing is making breakfast?

www.novelhall.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!