Chapter 69 Pink Apron

Fu Wenyuan woke up wrapped in a warm aroma of food.

He put on a bathrobe, opened the door sleepily, and shouted in the direction of the kitchen, "Xie Shan, why haven't you gotten out yet..."

Half of the frosted sliding door that was pushed open suddenly showed half of his head, Ye Rong said with a smile, "Mr. Fu, it's me."

Fu Wenyuan didn't dress properly, he was used to it casually at home, the loose pajamas were not even buttoned, and he could see his neat and beautiful abdominal muscles with a flick.

Ye Rong glanced at it intentionally or unintentionally, and then slowly retracted his furry head.

Fu Wenyuan suddenly woke up and remembered that he had swept Xie Shan out of the house.

Now the family is already a two-person world between him and Ye Rong!

Ye Rong ran out with a small casserole, put it on the table and touched his earlobe, seeing that Fu Wenyuan's attention was on the pink apron of the cartoon bunny on him, he felt a little embarrassed, "I brought this myself. Yes, I bought it at a discount in the supermarket, and I usually wear it casually at home."

After he finished speaking, he lowered his head and held a small bowl filled with hot porridge to dry, and urged Fu Wenyuan to wash up quickly, Yin Yin instructed: "You can drink it directly when you come."

Fu Wenyuan didn't know what he was thinking, his Adam's apple moved slightly, and after a while he hummed, rubbed his brows and turned around to wash up.

Somehow, the pink bunny apron on Ye Rong's body kept spinning in his mind.

The apron's soft black straps were tied around Ye Rong's neck and waist.

It goes well with his fair complexion, and turns into a light, soft pink when crying or sweating, which is very tight.

Fu Wenyuan thought silently, the anger that was about to be suppressed until dawn last night was somehow filled by an ordinary apron and the firewood was poured with oil.

When Fu Wenyuan came down again, Ye Rong's sweet pumpkin porridge was already hot several times.

Fu Wenyuan said sorry in a suit and tie, came over and sat down, Ye Rong lowered his eyes in disappointment and handed over the bowl and chopsticks.

Ye Rong put a spring roll in Fu Wenyuan's plate.

The soft and glutinous fragrance at the entrance made Fu Wenyuan in a trance for a while. In the glass vase on the table, a bouquet of fiery red roses that were dripping with dew was reflected in his pupils. look over.

Fu Wenyuan didn't have much memory of his and Ye Rong's past, but in this situation, he was very sure that they must have had such a stable and warm time.

The two sat opposite each other, in the morning light, beside the bouquet, to the ticking of the swinging wall clock, drinking a bowl of porridge or biting into a piece of cake.

Fu Wenyuan guessed that he probably felt the same at that time as he is now, and would feel that this was his most sincere wish in the world.

When Ye Rong saw that he had tasted a bite, he stopped eating it, but stared at himself without speaking, so he put down the spoon and leaned over to ask, "What's the matter, is the taste unsatisfactory? If you want something sweet, you can put some more. sugar……"

However, history is always strikingly similar, and Mr. Fu's strange brain circuits are always the same.

His eyes fell on the yellow pumpkin porridge in front of Ye Rong, and he said softly, "I want to taste your bowl."

Seriously doubt whether Fu Wenyuan has any special hobby Ye Rong: "..."

Ye Rong smacked his lips. Although he explained to him that the taste was the same, he still passed his bowl and spoon obediently.

Fu Wenyuan didn't answer, but it was the old trick that was fed to him by Ye Rong's hand, as if he was tasting some delicious food.

His extremely aggressive gaze was directly facing Ye Rong, shifted another inch, and finally stopped on his light-colored lips.

The soft pumpkin mixed with the fragrant rice grains has been boiled into porridge for a long time, and the sweet but not greasy taste does not linger on the tip of the tongue for a moment.

"Your taste is really sweet."

Fu Wenyuan commented after tasting it carefully.

Ye Rong's eyes widened slightly when he heard this, but he couldn't tell whether he was making a serious evaluation or being ambiguous.

Chinese culture is as broad and profound as ever...

He coughed and retracted his hand as if nothing had happened, lowered his head and continued to drink porridge, but his ears were quietly red.

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