Wen Fucheng intentionally not letting Ying Jing see any news about Lu Zishu.
Believe in the bright eyes of the masses.
But Ying Jing's heart has been thrown away.
Once it slipped and fell onto Wen Fucheng, it could never be retrieved.
The whole night immersed in beautiful dreams, Ying Jing deliberately got up early to steam her homemade soup dumplings for someone who had already gone out for a run.
Wen Fucheng entered the house and smelled the aroma of the dumplings.
The living room was empty.
A note with writing was stuck next to the stove that had already been turned off.
[Good morning, the dumplings in the pot are already cooked, you can share some with Assistant Zhang if you can't finish them. This little fairy is going back to her room to catch up on sleep! Don't wake me up, see you tonight!]
Wen Fucheng leisurely ate the dumplings waiting for Zhang Yang to arrive.
