After Reincarnating, the Ice-Cold Prince Won't Leave Me Alone-Chapter 444: As a man, we don’t need to ask such a question,

When Feng Lisheng entered the room carrying the noodles, Shen Mingjiao was about to wake up, she sniffed and sat up: "Is it Yangchun noodles? It smells so good!"

She rubbed her eyes, because she was sleeping on her side, the side of her fair cheek was pressed red, and she yawned and groped to get out of the bed.

Feng Lisheng was amused by her confused appearance, put down the noodle bowl, took the shoes that had been kicked to the bottom of the bed and placed them gently at her feet, but said with a tense expression, "It's not the noodles, it's your hunger." gone."

Shen Mingjiao just pretended not to hear it, regardless of amnesia or not, this guy has such a virtue, he can't express emotion, he can only state the facts coldly.

After she poured some water and rinsed her mouth, she opened her chair and sat down to eat noodles. After taking one bite, her eyes widened in surprise. Sister-in-law is so good at making noodles?"

Seeing that her lips were burnt red, and she even stuck out her tongue to lick it, Feng Lisheng paused: "...This is not made by Mrs. Sun."

Shen Mingjiao was taken aback for a moment, and after realizing it, she turned her head to look at him in surprise: "You did it!"

Thinking of his barbecue skills and the meals he cooked without a teacher when he was in Peach Blossom Island, Shen Mingjiao was not too surprised, she just sighed: "It feels like you have no memory at all except for the past, and before the memory loss. what a change."

It can only be said that truly powerful people live better than ordinary people as long as they have a breath.

She was indeed hungry. In addition, the noodles were really delicious, smooth and chewy, and the soup base tasted just right. It didn't take long for a bowl of noodles to see the bottom.

She put down her chopsticks and was wiping her mouth with a handkerchief when a clear and pleasant voice sounded in her ears, slightly stiff:

"...I can do what other people can do, you... don't have to envy others."

Shen Mingjiao was stunned, thinking of Feng Lisheng's abnormality on the way back for a moment, she was all focused on Xu Chunsheng at that time, and didn't pay much attention to it.

At the same time, I also remembered that today at the restaurant, I only ate a bowl of Yangchun noodles because I felt that the other dishes were too greasy. She had no impression of the taste.

Feng Lisheng took her casual remarks before going to bed seriously, and tossed and tossed for so long just to make her a bowl of noodles.

Her heart swelled, this man is always like this, maybe he is not very good at coaxing people, and sometimes his teeth itch because he is too incomprehensible in some aspects,

But his kindness to a person has always been indifferent,

After Feng Lisheng said this, he turned his back with a stiff face, a little annoyed in his heart, originally according to his personality, he would not be able to say such words even if he was killed.

But seeing her squinting eyes because of eating delicious food, like a stealing cat, it made his heart itch, and he spoke out what was in his heart.

Seeing that he is clearly concerned about dying, but he still wants to pretend to be calm.

Shen Mingjiao was really angry and funny, and finally she burst out laughing, and said seriously:

"I think I must have done a lot of good things in my previous life, so I can meet such a good husband in this life!"

Feng Lisheng was dazzled by her smile, and felt that the depression that had been pent up in his heart for most of the day dissipated at once.

Staring at her glistening red lips, her Adam's apple rolled down, but finally turned her eyes sullenly: "I..."

Before he finished speaking, a hand hanging by his side was pulled down, and he sat down with his strength. He was about to speak, and a familiar fragrance passed through his breath, and then he felt his lips soften.

Shen Mingjiao quickly backed away, blushing and said solemnly: "...I am your wife, so don't... have any scruples about what you want to do next time."

After the voice fell, the young man on the other side seemed to have received some kind of amnesty. He pressed the back of her head violently and kissed her lightly.

As the kiss deepened, the sudden intimacy seemed to activate some familiar taboo, and both of them trembled.

Feng Lisheng leaned over slightly, his cool face was flushed red, his eyes were like sapphires washed by clear water, at this moment he fixedly looked at her, and asked softly: "...Is it okay?"

Meeting such a pair of eyes, Shen Mingjiao blushed and fell into his arms, her tone a little mad: "As a man, we don't need to ask such things, thank you!"

Feng Lisheng was stunned for a while before he realized it. What Shen Mingjiao meant was that this kind of thing doesn't need to be asked, just do it personally.

He smiled, picked him up gently, and walked towards the bed.

Shen Mingjiao tugged at the skirt of his shirt, then pointed to the bundle on the table. Feng Lisheng understood her eyes, and pulled out a large black long gown from the bag. Spread it gently on the bed

Shen Mingjiao bought this casually when she was in the county seat today, hoping to wear it on the road at the beginning.

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Feng Lisheng hugged Shen Mingjiao, who was extremely tired and asleep, and said softly: "We'll go back earlier when the matters here are dealt with!"

At this moment, looking down at the peaceful sleeping face of the woman in his arms, he suddenly wanted to remember the past, how did the two know each other? And how... fell in love!

Before this, he had always looked down on his amnesia. Even after learning that Qing Yao might never recover his memory after Qing Yao's death, he didn't make any waves in his heart.

The struggle for power in the court, the responsibilities he has to bear, since he was able to do well in the past, it is only a matter of time before he sorts it out.

He wanted to restore his memory, regardless of his own situation, but he didn't want the past of the two of them to be blank.

…

After a night of silence, Feng Lisheng got up and found a secluded place to practice martial arts when the sky was slightly bright the next day. 𝐟𝚛e𝗲𝚠𝗲𝑏𝓃𝑜ν𝐞𝘭. c𝒐𝓂

After he finished his morning exercise and went back to the kitchen to make dinner, Shen Mingjiao got up from the bed in a daze.

After a simple wash, I smelled the smell of the kitchen and walked over: "It smells so good. This is the boiled millet porridge and scallion pancakes!"

Hearing this familiar soft female voice, he usually didn't feel anything wrong, but now he couldn't help thinking of certain images, and he said a little uncomfortable "hmm": "The temperature of millet porridge is just right, and the bowl is in the cupboard. Bottom. Drink while it's hot."

Shen Mingjiao didn't think there was anything wrong, the two of them were already familiar with this kind of thing, but...Feng Lisheng lost his memory right now, from his point of view...cough...it might be the first time, so it's inevitable that he would be a little shy.

Breakfast was ready, and Shen Mingjiao dragged Mrs. Sun to the table. Unfortunately, just as they started eating, the door was pushed open, and Sun Qiang rushed in in a panic:

"Mr. Shen, go over and have a look! Something happened to Chunsheng's house..."