Chapter 1607

When Nalan Chunbo plans to knock for the second time, Wenshan directly opens the door.

At the moment when Nalan Chunbo saw Wenshan, the corners of his lips rose slightly.

If a person prepared for the worst, but in the end the best things happened, that kind of happiness is like what it is now.

Wenshan opens the door and just bumps into Nalan Chunbo's eyes, into the bright star in his eyes.

Nalan Chunbo reaches out his hand, palms up, waiting for Wenshan's next move.

Wenshan's eyes drooped slightly and fell on his good-looking palm. Her big hand with distinct bones held her hand many times. She still remembered the temperature above. White gauze was wrapped around her wrist. Although it was covered by the sleeve of her shirt, she could still see the edge of the gauze.

Wenshan looks up again and bumps into his eyes.

If the eyes can be gentle, Wenshan thinks that at this moment, he pays attention to the whole world.

Wenshan slowly raised her hand and put it in his palm.

Nalan Chunbo breathed a sigh of relief. In the next second, he held Wenshan's hand tightly, as if afraid that she would withdraw her hand when the next consciousness appeared.

Wenshan is taken by Nalan Chunbo. Wenjie just looks up. Nalan Chunbo is wearing a white suit today, while Wenshan's white trousers and even the thread clothes on them are off white. Standing with Nalan Chunbo, they are really a pair made in heaven.

"Hello, uncle and aunt." Wenshan stood beside Nalan Chunbo and spoke in a low voice. She kept her head down and did not dare to look up because her fiery red face could not be seen.

"Wenshan." Wenjie said, reached for Wenshan's hand, took her to sit beside him.

Wenshan is clever in the whole process, and Nalan Chunbo's eyes have never left Wenshan.

Although Wen's father doesn't speak much, he is good at cooking. Maybe it's because of his love for Wen's mother. So as long as Wen's father doesn't let his wife cook at home these years, he has developed his peerless cooking skills.

Nalan Chunbo proposes to go out for dinner. After all, he is embarrassed to let his future father-in-law cook for them.

"No, it's OK. Shanshan's father has bought all the dishes. Just let Shanshan's father do it." Wen's mother smiles and politely refuses Nalan Chunbo's proposal. She stares at her daughter and signals her to help.

Wenshan slightly curls her lips. When she wants to get up, she is held by Nalan Chunbo.

"Auntie, I'll go in and help my uncle."

"This, this how --"

"Let him go. Chunbo's cooking skill is good. Besides, he is not willing to be tired." Wen Jie said with a smile.

But this sentence makes mother Wen satisfied with her future son-in-law. She can't be more satisfied. For her son, forget it, don't, don't.

Seeing that Nalan Chunbo got up, Wenshan quickly followed him and stood up, "I'll go, I'll go." Wenshan said that she had already run to the kitchen, but she still remembered that Nalan Chunbo's hand was still injured.

She was reluctant to give up.

Nalan Chunbo looks at Wenshan's running back, and the corner of her lips has never been put down, so even if she is angry, she still cares 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 speak much, and the relationship was also good, didn't he?

Wenshan went into the kitchen and found a dish washing basin to help her father wash the dishes. She was good at this, but she just took out the basin, and Nalan Chunbo had already reached for it.

Wen Shan raised her head, but in the next second she suddenly covered her face with her hands, as if she could cover up her blushing.