On the next morning, the biological alarm clock at 5:30 awakened Rong Fan. As usual, he didn’t make a sound of anything. He ran back in the morning and looked at the room that didn’t belong to him. The end of the bed was empty, and his heart was also empty. In the pure white sky, everything he wants to wear today has been placed in this place at this time, from clothes to socks, ties, and watches and glasses.
Full of emptiness, Rong Fan went to take a shower and entered his room lightly. After ten minutes of tossing in the cloakroom, he took out a set of clothes that he thought was a good match, his clothes since childhood. Zhong’s mother, who took care of him since childhood, prepared for him in advance. Since he has a wife, his wife is better at taking care of people than anyone else. His ups and downs, from buying to matching, are all from her hands.
When Rong Fan got dressed, he planned to go into the bedroom to see Xia Ran, but when he thought of her sadness last night, he suppressed his heart, walked down the stairs slowly, and saw a hearty breakfast on the dining table in the large living room. He has no appetite at all.
Since they were married for three years, no matter how early he gets up every morning, as long as he is dressed well, there will be a warm breakfast in that place. His wife has a pair of skillful hands and can make him an intimate breakfast every morning. , Did not repeat the same for a month, and now these breakfasts are indeed exquisite, but they did not give him the appetite he wanted to eat.
Rong Fan wanted to leave, but when passing by the table, thinking of the person she least likes skipping breakfast, he sat down again, and the new breakfast master finally let go of his hanging heart.
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