Wen Qingzhu remembered that in the hospital, there were doctors who had said that women always liked to ask some strange questions. Sometimes, when the answer was obvious, they would also ask, just to get the answer from you.
Wen Qingzhu gently caressed mo Qiuxi's hair."Qiuxi, you have to believe me. Leng Wanqing is already in the past. You are my wife."
Wen Qingzhu's words had clearly expressed her thoughts.
A sweet smile appeared on mo Qiuxi's face.
She was really easy to satisfy. With this sentence, she felt at ease.
After a good night's sleep, mo Qiuxi didn't think about anything else.
The next morning, Wen Qingzhu got up to prepare breakfast. He also cooked the sweet potatoes and Taro that mo Qiuxi brought back last night.
He knew that mo Qiuxi's parents had bought it from the farm there.
In fact, these were all good things, so how could he dislike them?
When mo Qiuxi woke up, Wen Qingzhu had already prepared breakfast.
