Doting wife's husband is too domineering

Chapter 226 Longevity Noodles (3)
Rice, who was standing behind the masked man, suddenly changed his face, and all his eyes fell on the man, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Qin Lan died 14 years ago. How old was the master 14 years ago? How could it be that he killed Qin Lan?
"Yan Ziye, Yan Ziye!" Qin Lan was frightened by the masked man, she looked at him in horror, and could only helplessly call the name of the only person she knew well, and even screamed sharply under the staring gaze of the masked man Come: "Yan Ziye!"

"Master!" Rice quickly reached out to stop the masked man before he was about to get angry, "Master, don't do things that you regret."

The masked man was slightly stunned by Rice's words, his furious eyes gradually recovered, and his eyes fell back on Qin Lan. At this time, Qin Lan held his head in both hands, calling Yan Ziye's name over and over again, over and over again...

The masked man suddenly laughed, and with a smile, he let go of Qin Lan, fell to the ground, covered his face with one hand, and covered his eyes.

Qin Lan...

Grandpa...

Want to climb into my bed?What are your qualifications?
I'm not sexually interested in a child as big as you, so let's go and play.

want me?Then get ahead of me.

That cold and careless voice kept ringing in his mind, and he could even imitate her expression exactly when she spoke.

He has surpassed her, he is now at such a height, but why is she not there anymore?

"Master?" Rice looked at the master who fell on the carpet in a daze. It was the first time he saw him like this after following him for so long.

His eyes fell on Qin Lan who was still huddled together and murmured Yan Ziye's name. A hint of deep thought appeared in Rice's eyes. When his eyes fell back on the masked man again, Rice stepped forward with a sigh and reached out to help him.

"Master, it's cold on the ground, let's go back to the room."

cold on the ground...

Grandpa, it's cold on the ground. Let's put on our shoes.

how?Don't even give me this freedom now?

You see, that woman is like this, when he was the most fanatical about her, she disappeared without a trace, and she completely died in his hands, then, what happened later?
Later, he got what he wanted, but his heart was emptied little by little, completely.

"Master, the costumes for the banquet tomorrow are ready, would you like to go and have a look?" This was Rice's last move.

Tomorrow's banquet.

That's right, her party, her birthday party, and also her...engagement party.

The masked man got up, turned around indifferently, and his eyes never fell on Qin Lan again.

What happened between Fu Wen'an and Gu Changqing, An Ran and Fu Junhuang did not tell others. Fu Junya didn't know that Fu Wen'an and Gu Changqing had a quarrel. She just thought it was because he was not feeling well. When she went to apologize, Fu Junya Wen An didn't say anything, just hugged her and said sorry.

Xu Jingning seemed to be very busy this day, she kept calling constantly, and she answered them behind An Ran's back, but An Ran was surprised that her aunt Tao Yushuang, who had just arrived at home not long ago, was also busy at the same time.

Come to think of it, they must be busy with the banquet.

An Ran knew nothing, so naturally she would not tell An Ran.

At night, Fu Wen'an returned to that gentle young man, with nothing wrong on his expression.

The Chinese New Year is coming soon, and there are more things to do in the army. Fu Wensheng has already returned to the army. Fu Wen'an and Fu Junhuang are both on vacation, and they have not returned to the army.

Fu Wen'an was given a big vacation by his superiors, and he won't be able to go back in the short term.

After the meal, Fu Wen'an was called to the study by Mr. Fu, but he didn't come out for a long time, and Fu Junhuang went in with him.

It was already very late when Fu Junhuang came out of the study, and An Ran was too late to sleep at that time.

After washing, Fu Junhuang stood by the bed and looked at Anran for a long time with the faint light. Only when Anran opened his eyes in a daze did Fu Junhuang turn onto the bed and took Anran into his arms. After a gentle kiss on the forehead, he turned off the bedside lamp.

Two days passed quickly. On An Ran's birthday, An Ran woke up very early, but the person sleeping next to her pillow had already woken up.

An Ran was slightly stunned. After putting on her clothes, An Ran went downstairs in her slippers. The downstairs was very quiet, and the family members hadn't woken up yet.

I looked at the clock on the wall, it showed that it was only five o'clock, and it was still dark at 05:30 in winter.

But where did Fu Junhuang go?
Just when An Ran was about to turn around and go upstairs, she heard a little noise.

An Ran walked over following the loud sound, which came from the kitchen.

When she walked slowly to the door of the kitchen and saw the busy people standing in the kitchen, An Ran's expression was a little dazed.

The straight man in the kitchen was wearing pajamas and an apron, kneading a piece of white dough in his hands.

An Ran couldn't see his expression, he had his back to her, but judging from his actions, what he did now must be unhappy, and it could be seen from his stiff movements.

His eyes fell on another operating table, where there were a bunch of failed products, but there was no successful dough.

"Handsome old man, what are you doing?" An Ran didn't want to disturb him at first, but when she saw his hands kneading the dough, An Ran couldn't help but make a noise.

In fact, she almost had an answer in her heart, she just wanted to hear him say it himself.

Hearing An Ran's voice, Fu Junhuang was startled suddenly, and reflexively wanted to hide the dough in his hand, but he was too nervous, and the dough slipped from his hands and landed on the chopping board beside him.

Fu Junhuang's expression instantly became unnatural, and An Ran knew that the handsome old man was shy.

An Ran walked to Fu Junhuang's side, looked at the kitchen full of flour, and looked at him with a smile, "What are you going to do?"

Fu Junhuang's face was covered with some white flour at some point, just at the corner of his mouth, and he looked like a family man.

An Ran didn't tell him, but let him take it with her.

Seeing that he couldn't hide it anymore, Fu Junhuang frowned slightly, his expression was a little stiff, but he still replied: "Cooking." Yes, he is cooking now.

"Wake up early in the morning to cook?" An Ran raised her eyebrows.

Fu Junhuang nodded.

He was afraid of not doing well, so he got up early in the morning.

An Ta stepped forward, regardless of whether he was wearing an apron or whether there was a pile of flour on the apron, she stepped forward to hug him and said softly, "Happy birthday, dear."

(End of this chapter)