The Studious Goddess Is Not To Be Provoked

Su Weiwei left slightly, put his forehead against his forehead, saw his dull look, and suddenly chuckled.

"You were so comfortable when you took advantage of me before, why did you look like this when it was my turn to take advantage of you?"

She made fun of him, but she didn't know that if the lights in the courtyard were brighter at this time, she would definitely be able to see that Di Xingchen's entire neck and ears were completely red.

Su Weiyi suddenly reached out and grabbed his hand, looking at him with a pair of big eyes, which were filled with bright starlight.

Di Xingchen's breathing immediately became chaotic, and he instinctively wanted to withdraw his hand, but Su Weiyi held him tightly, preventing him from withdrawing his hand, "Will you marry me?"

This is a sacred question, even though marrying Su is the only thing that Di Xingchen could wish for, his answer must not appear frivolous or hasty, but must be serious and serious, so as to give the other party a sense of security.

"If you want, you will be the only wife in my life."

Di Xingchen made a promise, and his words were a promise to Su Weiyi that if he married him, no matter life, old age, sickness or death, he would never leave him for the rest of his life.

Such a simple sentence is more pleasant than countless sweet words. Su Weiyi smiled, the corners of her mouth and brows are sweet, her eyes are the most beautiful. When she is not smiling, she is full of bright starlight. new moon.

"Then I'll leave it to you."

 …

Di Xingchen had already woken up, she washed up and went out, and saw Di Xingchen sitting on the sofa reading a newspaper refreshed, the soup was being stewed in the kitchen, the aroma was overflowing, her stomach began to growl .

"It's not fair!"

She muttered softly, pursed her lips slightly, and then walked slowly.

Hearing the movement, Di Xingchen raised his head, the two looked at each other, and Su Weiyi's face turned red inexplicably.

Putting the newspaper aside, Di Xingchen came over with a smile on his face, "You must be hungry, I have stewed chicken soup, sit down quickly, I will serve you a bowl."

"good."

Su Weiyi nodded, and sat obediently at the dining table. Di Xingchen filled out a bowl of soup, scooped it up with a spoon instinctively, blew it with his mouth, and handed it to Su Weiwei's mouth.

Su Weiyi was taken aback, and opened his mouth somewhat unnaturally. As soon as the soup entered his mouth, the aroma overflowed.

"tasty?"

Di Xingchen looked at her with expectant eyes, saw her nodding, and immediately smiled contentedly, "You said you like to eat my cooking, so as long as we are at home, I will cook for you, okay? "

Su Weiyi was stunned when Di Xingchen said such words suddenly.

He did make noodles for her twice before, and the taste was delicious, but she thought he was acting on a whim. After all, there was a saying in ancient times that "a gentleman stays away from the kitchen". This kind of detail, but Di Xingchen, a proud man of heaven, should have never been in a kitchen since he was a child.

Now she actually said that he will cook for herself in the future, which made her suddenly a little flattered.