When Nalan Chunbo was about to knock a second time, Wenshan opened the door directly.
The corner of Nalan Chunbo's lips raised slightly the moment he saw Wenshan.
If a person prepares for the worst, but in the end the best thing happens, that kind of happiness will be like what it is now.
Wenshan opened the door and just ran into Nalan Chunbo's eyes, and the brilliant starlight in his eyes.
Nalan Chunbo stretched out his hand, palm upward, waiting for Wenshan's next move.
Wenshan's eyes dropped slightly and fell on his beautiful palm. The big hand with clear joints held her hand many times. She still remembered the temperature on it. The wrist was wrapped with white gauze, although it was covered by the sleeves of her shirt. , but she could still see the edge of the gauze.
Wenshan raised her head again and met his eyes.
If eyes can be gentle, then Wenshan thought, at this moment, he paid attention to tenderness in her whole world.
Wenshan slowly raised her hand and placed it on his palm.
Nalan Chunbo breathed an almost invisible sigh of relief, and held Wenshan's hand tightly in the next second, as if he was afraid that she would take back his hand the next time consciousness appeared.
Wenshan was led over by Nalan Chunbo. Wenjie just looked up and saw that Nalan Chunbo was wearing a white suit today, while Wenshan was wearing white trousers and even the slim-fitting sweatshirt on top was off-white. , standing together with Nalan Chunbo, they are really a match made in heaven.
"Hello, uncle and aunt." Wenshan stood next to Nalan Chunbo and spoke in a low voice. She kept her head lowered and did not dare to look up because her flaming face could not be seen by others.
"Come here Wenshan." Wenjie said, reaching out to take Wenshan's hand and pulling her to sit next to him.
Wenshan was well-behaved throughout the whole process, and Nalan Chunbo's eyes never left Wenshan.
Although Wen's father doesn't talk much, he has good cooking skills. Perhaps because of his heartache for Wen's mother, Wen's father would not let his wife cook as long as he was at home these years, so he developed his superb cooking skills.
Nalan Chunbo suggested going out to eat, as he was too embarrassed to ask his future father-in-law to cook for them.
"No, no, Shanshan's dad has bought all the vegetables, just let Shanshan's dad cook them." Wen's mother smiled and declined Nalan Chunbo's proposal, glaring at her daughter and motioning for her to come in and help.
Wenshan curled her lips slightly, but when she was about to stand up, she was held back by Nalan Chunbo.
"Auntie, let me go in and help uncle."
"What, how is this-"
"Let him go. Chunbo's cooking skills are pretty good. Besides, he doesn't want Shanshan to be tired." Wenjie said with a smile.
But these words made Wen's mother extremely satisfied with her future son-in-law. For her son, forget it, don't want it anymore, don't want it anymore.
When Wenshan saw Nalan Chunbo getting up, she hurriedly followed and stood up, "I'll go, I'll go." Wenshan said, she had already run to the kitchen, but she still remembered that Nalan Chunbo's hand was still injured.
She couldn't bear it.
Nalan Chunbo looked at Wenshan's running back, and the corners of her lips that had been raised never dropped, so even if she was angry, she still cared about herself.
Nalan Chunbo nodded slightly to the elders, and then went to the kitchen to help his future father-in-law.
Because he found that his future father-in-law didn't talk much, so this relationship needs to be good, right
Wenshan entered the kitchen and found a basin for washing vegetables. She came out and planned to help her father wash vegetables. She was good at this, but as soon as she took out the basin, Nalan Chunbo had already reached out to take it.
Wen Shan raised her head, but in the next second she suddenly covered her face with both hands, as if this could cover up her blushing face and earache.