frightfiction Chapter 404 Becoming a Model Husband in the Military Region
Chapter 404 Becoming a Model Husband in the Military Region
As the tank manufacturing plant officially started construction, Song Cenyue was busier than before. He was so busy that he often worked until midnight before going to bed.
What touched her was that no matter how late she was busy, her husband would come to pick her up and accompany her, and he would go to bed at the same time as she went to bed.
So gentle, considerate and heartwarming.
Fu Weihao is so good to Song Cenyue that he has become a famous model husband in the military region, and many people call him a good husband who is filial to his parents.
All the women in the military region hope to have a husband like him. Married women always compare their husbands with Fu Weihao, and then find that they are not as good as Fu Weihao in everything, so they scold their men and ask them to learn from Fu Weihao.
Therefore, many men with wives complained about Fu Weihao and were very dissatisfied, but when Fu Weihao heard some rumors, he just laughed it off and didn't care at all.
He doesn't care what others think, he only cares about what his dear wife thinks and whether she is satisfied with him. He just wants to treat his dear wife better, love her more, and make his dear wife like him more and love him more.
Like today, he was thinking that his wife had been very busy recently, so he needed to give her some good nourishment, so he specially stewed some donkey-hide gelatin, red dates, and bone soup for her, which is especially nourishing for women.
Although he now knows that his wife has Lingquan water and drinks it every day, and that Lingquan water has the miraculous effect of strengthening the body, replenishing the essence and nourishing the spirit, and is more useful than any tonic medicine or soup, he still wants to stew something nourishing for his wife.
"Wife, you've worked hard. Come, have some of this donkey-hide gelatin, red dates, and bone soup. I heard it's very good for women... I feel sorry for you for working so hard these days, so I made this soup especially for you."
In the evening, Fu Weihao came to Song Cenyue's office with the donkey-hide gelatin, red dates and bone soup he had stewed himself. Seeing that Song Cenyue was taking a rare break and she was the only one in the office, he quickly went over to her, smiled gently, took out the soup bowl, opened the lid, and handed it to her together with the spoon.
"I've already told you that I have spiritual spring water. You don't have to work so hard to make soup for me. You're very busy with your work." Song Cenyue looked at her husband, feeling warm in her heart and deeply moved.
He was really good to her. Even though he was working every day and was very busy, he still came to pick her up every day, stayed with her until midnight, and cooked various nutritious dishes for her.
She felt sorry for him and asked him to stop doing that, but he just wouldn't listen. It was really a headache.
"My job is fine. I can spare some time to make soup for you, and other nourishing foods. Don't worry...
Although you have spiritual spring water, I just want to treat you well and replenish you personally." Fu Weihao smiled, his handsome face full of affection and doting. He opened his arms to embrace his beloved young wife, lowered his head and kissed her on the top of her head.
"Don't do this! I've told you many times that you are not allowed to do this in the office. Be careful that someone might suddenly pass by the door or break in and see you." A hint of shyness flashed across Song Cenyue's face, and she quickly reached out to push him away.
"You are so shameless!" Fu Weihao raised the corner of his lips and gave a teasing smile, but this earned him a big eye roll from his little wife.
"You are too thick-skinned!"
"Okay, okay, I'm thick-skinned and you're thin-skinned, aren't we complementary? So we're a perfect match." Fu Weihao nodded and laughed.
"Okay, drink the soup quickly. It won't taste good when it's cold. The weather has been getting cold recently, and things get cold very quickly." He pointed at the soup bowl in front of his wife, and then showed a wicked smile. "You still want me to feed you!"
Song Cenyue rolled her eyes at him again and said, "I missed you, you big-headed ghost." While cursing, she reached into the soup bowl with a spoon, scooped up a spoonful and started drinking.
"Wifey, how does this bowl of nourishing soup your husband made taste?" Fu Weihao asked expectantly. From his expression, it was obvious that he hoped his wife would praise him.
Song Cenyue looked at him like that and couldn't help laughing out loud, "Look at your behavior. You're not afraid of being laughed at if someone sees you."
"What's wrong with my character? I'm so handsome!" Fu Weihao disagreed and showed a narcissistic expression.
"I, your husband, am so handsome. No matter what expression, look, or behavior I have, I am always handsome!" He was full of confidence.
Song Cenyue looked at him and raised her eyebrows. Although what he said was true, because he was so handsome, no matter what expression, what look, or what behavior he had, he was handsome, but she couldn't agree with it, otherwise he would become even more narcissistic.
"I'll give you three words: shameless!" Song Cenyue cursed, and rolled her eyes at him with disgust.
"Wife, I'm so good to you, but you scold me like this. I'll be sad! My heart hurts so much!" Fu Weihao pretended to be shocked and extremely sad, and even made a gesture of holding his heart.
Seeing him like that, Song Cenyue couldn't help but burst out laughing, and reached out to pat him, "You're overacting, take it easy!"
"I'm not acting. I'm really sad and my heart really hurts!" Fu Weihao shook his head and shouted.
However, Song Cenyue gave him a look that said "I wouldn't believe you" and was too lazy to pay attention to him. She returned her gaze to the soup in front of her, scooped up another spoonful of soup and continued drinking it.
This soup is delicious and very fragrant!
"Wife, you haven't told me how it tastes yet. Tell me how the soup is and whether it's delicious." Fu Weihao felt a little aggrieved when he saw that his wife ignored him, so he went up to her and shouted.
Song Cenyue raised her eyes and glanced at him, a hint of helplessness flashed across her eyes, "You'll know after you take a sip."
As she spoke, she glanced outside the door, and seeing that there was no one there, she confidently scooped up a spoonful of soup and put it to her husband's mouth to feed him.
A hint of surprise flashed across Fu Weihao's face, and he quickly opened his mouth and ate the soup his wife fed him.
He didn't expect his wife to take the initiative to feed him soup. He knew that his wife had a sharp tongue but a soft heart. No matter how much she disliked him, she loved him the most in her heart. Just like he loved her, she also loved him very much...
So delicious!
"Wife, this soup tastes so good, so fragrant and sweet. I wonder if it's because it's filled with my love for you that it's so sweet!" Fu Weihao praised the soup he stewed. At the end, he reached out to hug his wife and wanted to kiss her, but she dodged him.
"It's sweet because it contains red dates! You're so shameless to blame yourself for everything! And this is the last time I'm warning you, don't even think about kissing me, or I'll kick you out, do you hear me?" Song Cenyue reached out and slapped him again, warning him.
"I heard it!" Fu Weihao showed an aggrieved expression. It was really inconvenient here. He wanted to be intimate with his wife, and he couldn't even kiss her.