It makes sense to grab a marriage: don't mess with the savage wife

Chapter 242 I want a divorce (4)

When Yu Chiguang woke up again, it was already dusk, the afterglow of the setting sun came in from the floor-to-ceiling windows, and it looked a little dreamy when it hit the window screen.

Reaching out his hand habitually to touch the phone on the bedside table, took it over to check the time, it was five o'clock in the evening, and then put the phone back.

Only then did I remember that the phone had been broken by her, hadn't it?Why did it appear on the bedside table again?
Habitually, she was unresponsive for a few minutes when she first woke up, and then sat up abruptly from the bed. She remembered that she had eaten at Linglongxuan at noon, and Song Qingyi was angry with something she said. Put the crushed cup.

Later, she fainted again.

I don't know how Song Qingyi, who was still sick and weak, got her back.

She looked around, there was no one in the bedroom, and she could only hear her own breathing in the empty room.

So I lifted the quilt and got out of bed, and put a pair of fluffy and warm slippers in front of the bed.

Yu Chiguang couldn't help feeling warm in his heart, so he put his feet in it, and it was really soft and extremely warm, and a smile appeared on his face.

Then I couldn't wait to go out to find Song Qingyi.

She opened the bedroom door, and the corridor was also quiet. Usually, she didn't think the villa was too big, but now that she was staying here alone, she felt that it was surprisingly big.

"Song Qingyi." She walked along the corridor, calling his name, but there was no response.

In the past, every time she went to sleep, he was either in the bedroom or in the study.

But this time, he wasn't in the bedroom or the study, where did he go?

Finally, when she was going down the stairs, she heard the tinkling sound coming from the kitchen, so she quickened her pace and walked downstairs.

Sure enough, when he was walking down the stairs, he saw that familiar tall and straight figure through the glass window of the kitchen from a distance across the living room.

He should be cooking in the kitchen, and indeed it was time for dinner.

Yu Chiguang thought about it and walked over, taking off his fluffy shoes and stepping on the hard floor, it was like stepping on a cloud, without feeling it.

She stopped at the kitchen door, looked at his busy figure, and felt extremely warm and peaceful for a moment.

If only she could wake up every day and find him cooking in the kitchen... just fine.

As soon as this idea came up, Yu Chiguang was taken aback by himself. In fact, thinking about it carefully, such situations occur quite often.

but……

Something flashed through Yu Chiguang's mind... His hand!

Thinking of his injured hand, he hurried over: "Your hand is still injured, how can you enter the kitchen!"

The man who had been turning his back to her turned around when he heard her words. The expression on his face was much more natural than before, and the green floral apron she bought last time looked more homely and warm.

Her reproachful look disappeared immediately, and she walked over and grabbed his hand to look at it.

Song Qingyi just gently refused and let her go, the gauze on her hand was wrapped very well, there was no blood, it was as white as new.

It seems that he should not have touched this hand, so he is sensible.

Yu Chiguang let go of his hand, put it back, and stretched his neck to look at the contents of the pot: "What did you make?"

"I made the porridge, but I have to wait a little longer." Although Song Qingyi was still talking to her, he turned around and continued to pick up the kitchen knife to cut things.

But as soon as he picked it up, he put it down, and turned to look at her: "Go out, don't stand here and get in the way."

　Babies, do you think that I wrote the male protagonist as a psycho with a capricious temper?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)