It was late one night when Fu Fengcheng came back. Leng Sa was asleep and the sound of her pushing the door made her suddenly open her eyes and sit up from the bed.

When I turned on the light, I saw Fu Fengcheng just pushed the door open and was wearing a uniform full of smoke on the battlefield. I could tell at a glance that he had just returned from the battlefield.

"Have you woken up?" Fu Fengcheng said softly apologetically.

Leng Sa shook his head, "I didn't sleep well either." In this kind of place where wars outside were full of heaven, it would be impossible for Leng Sa to really sleep heavily without Fu Fengcheng around him, "Is it over?"

Fu Fengcheng nodded and said, "It's almost the same, there's only the end. We don't have to worry about it, that's Carlos' business."

Leng Sa nodded and said, "That's good. You go and take a shower first. I'll ask someone to prepare some food if you are hungry?"

Fu Fengcheng shook his head, "Forget it, it's getting late, it will be dawn in a while."

Fu Fengcheng turned around and went to the bathroom to take a shower. When he heard the sound of water flowing inside, he got up and got out of bed and found his pajamas from the closet and put them in.

After thinking about it, I went out to the kitchenette in the suite to prepare a bowl of noodles for her.

The kitchen movement woke Lan Jing up. Lan Jing was surprised when she leaned in from outside, "Madam Young, are you hungry? Just ask me and Yuan Ying to get up if you want to eat."

Leng Sa waved his hand and said, "It's okay, just cook a bowl of noodles. Fu Fengcheng is back. It seems that he didn't have dinner last night."

"The eldest young master is back?" Lan Jing walked in, "Leave it to me, I'll cook it."

Leng Sa smiled and looked at the noodles churning in the pot, "It's already done, go to bed."

Seeing that the young lady really doesn’t need her own help, and the young lady cooks noodles for the eldest son himself, the eldest son should be very happy, right?

Thinking of this, Lan Jing covered her mouth and went back to the house to sleep with a smirk.

Looking at her appearance, Leng Sa was speechless.

She is not a kitchen killer, so it is okay to cook simple meals or noodles. She didn't make it before, but it was not necessary and it was not necessary. Naturally, there are people who are better at the Fu family than her.

Pushing open the bedroom door and entering, Fu Fengcheng happened to come out of the bathroom. He was not wearing a top, revealing his flat, solid chest with many old scars.

"Are you injured?" Leng Sa's face darkened slightly and she frowned.

There was a blood mark on Fu Fengcheng's shoulder and there was no bleeding. Fu Fengcheng's clothes had been stained with a lot of dust and blood, so she did not notice it.

Fu Fengcheng looked down and said, "The stray bullet is scratched, it's okay."

Leng Sa shook his head and said, "I'll bandage you." He turned around and wanted to find the medicine box, but suddenly he remembered, "I've cooked a bowl of noodles for you. If you go out to eat, I'll bandage your wounds for you." Fu Fengcheng was slightly stunned, and Leng Sa had turned around and went out to find the medicine box.

In the quiet restaurant, the warm lights were quietly shining. A bowl of fragrant noodles was placed on the table, and the smell couldn't help but touch the stomach and taste buds that Mr. Fu had not eaten for the whole night.

It was just a bowl of very ordinary green vegetable noodles, without any luxurious ingredients, and it looked simple and unpretentious. Fu Fengcheng sat down and tasted it was not particularly surprising, but Fu Fengcheng ate it solemnly and slowly with the chopsticks.

In the living room on the other side, Leng Sa was squatting beside the cabinet and taking out the spare medicine box from it.

When I stood up and turned around, I saw Young Master Fu's look solemn. I wonder if I thought he was not eating noodles but holding a ceremony.

"I haven't done it for a long time? Is it okay?" Leng Sa walked over and asked, not very confident in his craftsmanship.

Fu Fengcheng said in a deep voice, "It's delicious."

"real?"

Fu Fengcheng nodded and said, "This is the best noodles I have ever tasted."

Leng Sa felt that this evaluation was really overrepresented, but when he saw Fu Fengcheng's serious expression, he suddenly understood it.

I couldn't help but sigh in my heart, "If you like it, I'll make it for you in the future. Others are OK, but I won't do much, and I won't do it very well."

Fu Fengcheng said, "I like everything my wife does."

Leng Sa smiled and checked the scars on his shoulder. It was indeed not serious, but just a slight bruise. Maybe the shrapnel flew over and were a little scratched, and even the blood was not flowing too much.

But you can also imagine the dangers on the battlefield.

"Be careful in the future." Leng Sa reminded him. Seeing that he had taken almost everything, he picked up the medicine to clean his wounds and bandage it.

The faint light softened her beautiful eyebrows and eyes. Fu Fengcheng looked up and felt that the beautiful and charming face was infinitely gentle at this time.

Of course he will be careful in the future, even if it is just because of her.

"good."

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Chapter completed!