His Dearest Wife

Chapter 332

Cheng Ying takes a nap in the guest room, gets up and looks at the strange scenery outside the window in a trance.

Suddenly, she felt a dull pain in the position of the liver. She covered the position of the liver with her hand and quickly found a bottle of medicine from the bag she brought with her.

Unscrewing, casually poured out a few grains, looked up, in the absence of water, so painful to swallow.

Her face was very pale. She shook her hair and quickly walked into the bathroom to wash her face.

Looking sober, he shook his head and grinned bitterly at himself in the mirror.

After washing her face, she picked up the comb. Without a few combs, a lot of hair fell from the comb. She stood in front of the mirror in fear, as if she did not dare to comb her hair. She was afraid that if she combed it again, she would lose all her proud long hair.

"No..." Cheng Ying stepped back two steps in pain, and touched her hair with shaking hands. She didn\'t want to lose all her hair. She didn\'t want to be bald. It was terrible.

If she looks so ugly, she would rather die and let the bullet go straight through her head.

It took a long time to calm down.

In the past, when she was alone, she didn\'t even want to make up. She liked to keep her face clean and fresh.

Now, she felt that her face was too pale, she had to put on makeup carefully, otherwise, she did not dare to go out to meet people.

However, she did not bring out a full set of cosmetics now.

Cheng Ying sighs, turns around and opens the door.

Finally, she came to miss Lin\'s bedroom door and raised her hand to knock.

The door opened quickly, revealing Lin\'s young face.

"Sister Cheng Ying, are you awake?" Miss Lin asked with a smile.

Cheng Ying was a little embarrassed and said, "yes, I wake up and miss you. Do you have any cosmetics? Can I borrow it? "

Lin nodded: "yes, follow me!"

After Lin left the bedroom, he pushed open the door of the next room. As soon as he went in, Cheng Ying let out an exclamation.

The room is full of luxury female products, almost all of them are international brands.

"Miss, these are all yours?" Cheng Ying looks at her with admiration. It\'s really the treatment of Feng\'s young grandmother. The best and the most expensive are presented to her with both hands for her to choose.

Lin Xiangxiang nodded shyly: "yes, Fengyu brings me new things almost every day, but in fact, there are many things here that I have never used."

"Miss, you are really happy, there is a doting man like you, almost all women dream of life." Cheng Ying sighs.

Miss Lin\'s heart filled with a sense of sweetness: "yes, Feng Yu is really good to me. Sister Cheng Ying, look what cosmetics you need. Take it by yourself."

Cheng Ying nodded: "then I\'ll take some first. They are all luxury brands piled up with money. I\'m embarrassed to take them."

"Don\'t be polite to me. I can\'t use up so many cosmetics anyway." Lin Xiaoxiang advised with a smile.

Cheng Ying knew that Miss Lin would not care if she took some of her cosmetics, so she was no longer polite.

But she was still envious of Lin. once upon a time, she also dreamed that the man she loved could treat her as a princess. But in the end, the tease of fate made her fall in love with him.

Cheng Ying took the cosmetics, went back to his room, carefully and seriously in front of the mirror, a relatively young makeup.

After taking care of his long hair again, Cheng Ying goes downstairs.

After asking the servant, he knew that uncle Quan was preparing dinner in the kitchen at the moment.

Cheng Ying was stunned for a long time, and then sighed with regret.

The man she loves has really changed.

In the past, his hands were made for holding guns. Now, his hands help Feng Yu to take care of the family.

Becoming such a family man makes Cheng Ying have a sense of home.

Not only did she not feel that such a power front lacked man\'s spirit and fighting spirit, it was because of his gentleness at home that she wanted to rely on him well.

Cheng Ying along the garden path, came to the independent kitchen door.

Far away, you can smell the smell of food, misty, let people appetite big move.

Cheng Ying doesn\'t invite himself in. He sees that uncle Quan is helping a servant with dishes. He is bent over, wearing a white apron and a mask. He looks very quiet and gentle.

He is holding some of the seasonings and vegetables that have been cut and loading them.

Cheng Ying just stood behind him and watched him do these things.

His action is very skillful, it can be seen that his control of the kitchen has long become a kind of professional habit.

"Miss Cheng..." A servant turns around and holds the fresh soup in her hand. Because she doesn\'t find Cheng Ying standing there, she finds that the soup in her hand has been poured half in Cheng Ying\'s arm.Cheng Ying obviously did not expect that he was in the way of others.

"I\'m sorry, I\'m sorry. Did you get burned?" The servant was very frightened and apologized to her.

Cheng Ying didn\'t even cry out. He just reached out to hold the scalded arm. He was very approachable and waved to the young servant: "it\'s OK. I\'m not good. I\'m in your way."

Cheng Ying raised his head again and looked at the surprised eyes of Shangquan.

Cheng Ying holds hands and smiles awkwardly: "I don\'t want to disturb you. You don\'t mind."

Uncle Quan handed over his work to a servant and came to her: "the key point in the kitchen is that no one is allowed to enter. Don\'t you know?"

Cheng Ying Leng for a while, it seems that Quan Feng still blame her for not inviting herself.

"Sorry, I\'m leaving now!" Cheng Ying some low said, people have turned to go out.

Uncle Quan follows her out of the kitchen. When Cheng Ying wants to go to the living room.

But Uncle Quan grabbed her arm: "follow me!"

Cheng Ying is slightly stunned.

But the footstep has already followed his direction to walk, her eyes are still looking at his tight face.

Quan Feng was very resolute when he was young, and he was tall. Now he had carved the traces of time, and had a sense of Cangsang.

Cheng Ying stares at his face. His mood is tasteless and mixed. If only time could go back.

She will not let so many misunderstandings happen to each other. She will only be a gentle and lovely woman around him.

After dinner, he took the children for a walk. At night, they hugged each other and fell asleep.

Unfortunately, everything can only be imagined in regret.