Rong ting, you're so silly
It was always a blessing to be doted on, especially by a newly-wedded husband. It would make one subconsciously become soft.
This kind of love was different from the love of parents and elders. Zuo Jia felt that if Fu rongting was like this every day, her married life would be perfect.
As expected, they did not go out the entire day.
Fu rongting was either hugging or kissing her. Zuo Jia was forced to call him brother a few times before he stopped kissing her.
Fu rongting's cooking skills were very good, and so was Zuo Jia 's. At noon, Zuo Jia was his assistant, and at night, when Zuo Jia cooked, Fu rongting helped to clean up. The two of them cooperated very well.
At night, Fu rongting sat on the sofa, watching cartoons with Zuo Jia in his arms.
Of course, it was mainly Zuo Jia who saw it, and Fu rongting was just accompanying her.
"Jiajia, you watched cartoons when you were six years old. Why are you still watching cartoons at twenty-six?"