Thinking of some previous experiences, Feng Sujin's eyes dimmed, feeling a little sad after all.
She sighed inwardly, taking in what Dr. Qiu said, and thinking of what Jun Mohan had done for her.
If it hadn't been for Mr. Youjun, she still doesn't know if she would have survived!
So she decided to say goodbye to the past.
Let the past be forgotten. She will be a good wife to Jun, treat Jun Mohan well, and be a good wife.
Although Jun Mohan was driving, he had been paying attention to Feng Sujin's expression.
Seeing her look lonely and cheerful at times, Jun Mohan asked softly: "What are you thinking about?"
Feng Sujin looked sideways at Jun Mohan and smiled brightly, "I'm thinking that Dr. Qiu actually cares about you as a friend. He hopes you can be happy."
Feng Sujin's smile just now had a lightness to it, as if she had really let go of a lot of psychological burden.
Jun Mohan's eyes flashed, "Don't you misunderstand what he said?"
Feng Sujin shook her head, "Don't get me wrong, I hope you have friends who care about you."
Jun Mohan smiled and said nothing, but he was obviously in a good mood.
After returning to the villa, it was almost dinner time. Jun Mohan asked Feng Sujin, "What do you want to eat?"
Feng Sujin was thinking about something. When Leng Buding heard Jun Mohan ask this, she said without thinking: "According to the custom, if you take the wind, do you have to eat noodles?"
After saying that, Feng Sujin felt a little embarrassed. Isn't it bad for her to make such a request
She was actually thinking that since Jun Mohan had been away from home for such a long time, he should have eaten noodles when he came back to catch the wind!
Jun Mohan said warmly: "If you want to eat noodles, I can make them. If it's anything else, my cooking skills don't seem to be good."
Feng Sujin opened her eyes wide and looked at Jun Mohan, "You... can you make noodles?"
Nowadays, there are very few boys who can cook. In Beiquan City, the children of wealthy families stay away from the kitchen.
Most of them quoted the words of ancient people, saying that a gentleman is far away from the kitchen, and saying that their time is used for more important things, so how can they waste time cooking!
Even Nalan Yunqing didn't know how to cook when he was in college, and he couldn't even make noodles.
Not to mention Lan Beichen, she used to cook food for him.
However, Feng Sujin would not know that Lan Beichen later made soup for Liu Shiya.
Thinking of these two people, Feng Sujin quickly shook her head and removed them from her mind.
Jun Mohan also knew some of the current trends, so he felt that Feng Sujin shook his head because he didn't believe in his cooking skills, "Don't believe it? I'll make it, and you can try it if you think it's delicious."
Feng Sujin became excited now, and her eyes were filled with anticipation.
She put down the newspaper in her hand and stood up, "Shall I give you a hand?"
Jun Mohan nodded, "That's fine."
The couple worked together in the kitchen with a tacit understanding. They didn't feel like they had just met and just been together, but rather like an old couple.
But in such a warm atmosphere, Feng Sujin's cell phone rang.
Jun Mohan looked at the noodles and said to Feng Sujin: "Go and answer the phone. There is nothing to do here. The noodles will be ready in a while."
When Jun Mohan brought the noodles to a small dining table outside, he saw Feng Sujin sitting on the sofa with her mobile phone in a daze and said, "Why don't you answer the phone?"
Feng Sujin hung up the ringing phone, "It's Lan Beichen's. I don't want to have any contact with people from the past."
Jun Mohan looked at her childish look and came up to persuade her, "You don't have to be like this. Just let everything take its course."