Chapter 17: wedding anniversary

The black Bentley stopped in Fu's villa area.
"Get out of the car." Fu Haochen's cold voice sounded, staring at Luo Enxi next to him blankly.
"En, thank you." Luo Enxi responded, unfastened the seat belt, pushed the car door, and walked into Fu's house.
At this time, the sky outside was completely dark.
Luo Enxi should thank Fu Haochen for her compassion and drove her back to Fu's house.
Entering the door, Aunt He is not at home, and the villa is dark.
Luo Enxi touched the wall lamp and saw that bowl of noodles on the table for the first time. Only then did he realize that he hadn't eaten dinner yet, and his stomach was empty.
After entering the kitchen, she found a bag of quick-frozen dumplings filled with pork in the refrigerator.
Boil the hot water and start cooking dumplings in the pot.
When Luo Enxi came out of the kitchen holding a bowl of steaming dumplings and saw the figure sitting on the sofa, he was shocked and almost knocked over the dumpling bowl.
"You, why did you go home?" Luo Enxi said awkwardly, and quickly put the dumpling bowl on the table.
She thought he would leave after sending her back, but unexpectedly, he stopped the car and went home.
"This is my home, why can't I come back?" Fu Haochen replied blankly.
The aroma of dumplings overflowed in the air, and the man's eyes fell on the steaming dumpling bowl on the dining table.
The next moment, the man said, "Give me a bowl."
"What? What did you say?" Luo Enxi was obviously taken aback, almost unable to believe her ears.
"I'm hungry, come here with another bowl of dumplings." Fu Haochen got up from the sofa, stepped away from his slender legs, walked a few steps to the dining table, pulled out the chair and sat down.
Luo Enxi's eyes widened, and when she saw that the man had picked up the chopsticks and gracefully picked up a fat dumpling, she was sure that she had heard it right.
It’s just that Fu Haochen would actually eat what she cooked--
She remembered their first wedding anniversary. She carefully prepared a large table of his favorite dishes in Fu's house, but when he called him, he refused to connect. In the end, she could not eat or finish the food on a large table alone, and dumped all of them into the trash can.
Later, she also learned to be smart and would never cook for him stupidly. This home, he came back when he wanted to, and she didn't force it when he didn't want to.
"Okay." She responded with hindsight, turned around and went to the kitchen, and brought out a bowl of dumplings again.
Holding the bowl, she cautiously sat down opposite Fu Haochen.
Lifting his eyes, he saw the man eating with gusto, and most of the dumplings in the bowl had been wiped out.
The heart was beating suddenly and joyously.
Luo En Xifu lowered her head again, picked up the dumplings, and put them into her mouth satisfied.
Obviously, they are the homemade quick-frozen dumplings that are usually eaten. At this moment, she has a sweet feeling in her mouth.
The two sat face-to-face on the dining table at home, eating dumplings, like a real couple.
Thinking about this, Luo Enxi's cheeks were flushed, and even the roots of her ears were dyed with a light pink.
However, in the end this rare tranquility was broken by a harsh cell phone ringtone.
"Buzz--" The phone placed on the table vibrated constantly, it was Fu Haochen's phone.
Luo Enxi stopped her chopsticks and glanced at the note on the phone screen with a small eye. When the word hospital came into view, her heart shrank fiercely.
He squeezed a name in his mind, He Xia Nuan, who lives in a mental hospital and is receiving treatment...