"Brother Wu... are you hungry? How about I cook you a bowl of noodles?" Shen Yuzhu asked.
She felt that if she did not speak up, Brother Wu could stand there with her for days and nights.
Zeng Jue, who had just woken up, exploded the moment he heard her. "Shen Yuzhu! That isn't what you said to me just now!"
Thud!
A pebble from who knew where struck him, and he promptly passed out again.
Wu Lifeng gave him an indifferent glance.
What an eyesore.
Sleep a little longer.
Shen Yuzhu's eyes flickered, and she quietly walked inside.
She had seen nothing.
Wu Lifeng silently followed her.
Wherever she went, he followed.
All the way into the kitchen.
"Brother Wu... why don't you sit outside for a while?" Shen Yuzhu could not help asking.
He was so tall and broad.
He was blocking the way.
A flicker of hurt crossed Wu Lifeng's eyes when he realized she found him in the way, but he obediently went outside and sat down.
All the while, he kept sneaking glances at her out of the corner of his eye.
His eyes flickered.
It suddenly occurred to him that if they married, Yuzhu would come to greet him whenever he returned home, saying, "Husband, you're home."
Sweetness instantly filled his heart.
In another two or three years, they would have a big, chubby baby boy.
A happy, harmonious family of three.
"Hehe..."
He could not help grinning foolishly to himself.
"Kind sir, please spare me something to eat?"
Wu Lifeng abruptly wiped the smile from his lips.
He looked toward the newcomer.
There was Black Crane, dressed in rags like a little beggar, sitting down before him with an empty bowl.
He instantly stiffened.
The corner of his mouth twitched, and his eyelid