Ling Fei's sudden love words made Tang Bingwan stunned for a moment, and the corner of her mouth slightly raised: "Then you go back to Yanjing tonight, I learned a dish."

"Okay!" Ling Fei was determined.

Tang Bingwan blinked Jian Qiushui. She felt something was wrong with Ling Fei, but it didn't matter. No matter what happened, she could support him by his side.

He said that he really came back, Ling Fei sent a message to Yan Ruyu and asked Ajiu to buy a ticket and rush back to Yanjing.

When he got off the plane, Ling Fei was no longer able to enter and exit the airport as before. He asked Thirteen and Ajiu to send a sunglasses and put them on and leave. The large sunglasses covered the small half of his face, but there was not much attention. Although some people were watching, Ling Fei didn't care, as long as it didn't cause the so-called commotion.

In fact, many people are misled by the news, and real celebrities will not be so fanatical at the airport. Because, you can't recognize them basically, and even if you recognize them, you are just curious. A small number of people just look at you. Unless you are really the top artist now, there are very few such artists. Apart from top artists, they are old-fashioned artists, so they have such preferential treatment.

So why do so many celebrities who see on TV come to pick up the air? Those people either have the artist's agency to disclose information to the fanatical fans in the fan group, or they are hired by themselves. In order to create the illusion that artists are popular. Fake traffic can increase the artist's value, so that the agency can increase the artist's appearance fee and pay, and the ultimate goal is to make money.

Just imagine, if China is so big, why will artists be discovered by a group of fans wherever they go? It’s a coincidence, right? They all have operations.

Yi Qingwu did not deliberately create such a false momentum for Ling Fei. Yi Qingwu wanted real fans so that she could broaden the road for the future of traditional Chinese medicine. False popularity cannot play any role, and there may be some, but it is really unnecessary.

Ling Fei drove to Lingjiang Pharmaceutical in the parking lot. When he was about to get to the place, Ling Fei thought about turning the front of the car to the place where Tang Bingwan took him to. It was dark now, so if nothing unexpected happened, Tang Bingwan should come back, especially if he promised Ling Fei to cook earlier.

When he arrived in front of Tang Bingwan's house, Ling Fei rang the doorbell.

After waiting for a while, the sound of footsteps came from inside, and the door was opened.

Tang Bingwan was tied with an apron, her hair was tied up, and her sleeves were pulled up to reveal her white lotus arms as white as jade.

"Here I'm back." Tang Bingwan said softly.

"Yes." Ling Fei smiled and answered Tang Bingwan's words, Ling Fei was stunned for a moment.

"What's wrong?"

Ling Fei reached out and stroked Tang Bingwan's cheek: "Does our conversation look like a married couple?"

Tang Bingwan thought, and it seemed that she was really like that. Her wife welcomed her husband home and said, "I'm back." There are still hot meals waiting at home. Isn't this the most daily life between husband and wife?"

Such a warm and sweet daily life made a touch of tenderness surge in Tang Pingwan's heart. She raised her head gently: "Will you marry me?"

"Idiot." Ling Fei held Tang Bingwan's cheek and kissed her gently on her forehead, "Of course! I will love you for the rest of my life and will not let you suffer any grievances."

Tang Bingwan smiled, and as the iceberg melted, she also lost her beauty.

Tang Bingwan pulled Ling Fei in and sat down at the dining table. The table was filled with delicious food, and there were a wide variety of dishes.

"You did it?" Ling Fei was surprised.

"I bought it." Tang Bingwan's tone became a little indifferent.

Ling Fei smiled in his eyes: "I'm angry, I'm not suspicious of you, but just amazed at your progress. I'll try it."

Ling Fei picked up the chopsticks, but Tang Bingwan grabbed his hand: "Go to wash your hands, it's so dirty."

"good."

After washing his hands, Ling Fei picked up the chopsticks and added an eggplant. The braised eggplant was put into his mouth and it made Ling Fei's eyes lit up: "It's delicious."

Tang Bingwan supported her chin with her bare hands and her beautiful eyes were cast on Ling Fei. Jian Qiushui was filled with love. Seeing her beloved enjoying the food she had prepared carefully, she felt indescribable satisfaction. The efforts this afternoon felt worth it!

At this moment, Tang Bingwan understood a little why some women like to take care of their husbands and children. Looking at her husband's satisfied gaze, she felt that she had the whole world. Is such happiness worse than success? This is their definition of happiness.

For modern working women, it seems unwilling to take care of their husbands and children, but this is also the happiness of a type of people, who enjoy such a life. There is nothing wrong with people's choices. Whether it is a workplace woman or a husband and children, it is all personal choices. As long as you feel happy, there is no problem with any choice.

Ling Fei picked up every dish and the taste was very good. Of course, it was far worse than those hotel chefs. Ling Fei felt that the deliciousness was not compared with those people, and he had a specialty in his profession. Ling Fei made it a comparison with ordinary people, and Tang Bingwan made it a good thing.

"It wasn't that good last time I ate it." Ling Fei said.

Tang Bingwan pursed her lips. She often practiced cooking skills when she was free, so it was naturally not bad. For people like her, practicing cooking skills was incredible, but when she thought of Ling Fei in her heart, she naturally wanted to start practicing. This concept is the same as knitting sweaters. Thinking about knitting sweaters by her beloved will give birth to sustenance in this originally boring process, and thinking about what expression would the other person look like when he saw the sweater knitted by himself? With such expectations, such boring work becomes full of hope.

"You eat too." Ling Fei couldn't help but say to Tang Bingwan.

Tang Bingwan held her lips: "Yes."

While eating and talking about trivial things. Ling Fei talked about what happened when recording the show. Tang Pingwan told Ling Fei what happened in the company today, all of which were trivial things. This is the norm of life. Life always has more trivial things than major things.

It was nothing big, and the two of them were still happy. What was happy was not about talking about something, but about the other party being by their side.

After dinner, the two hugged each other and watched TV. They used to not watch the old-fashioned and bloody TV at all, but now they hugged each other and occasionally complained about the funny and childish things in the play.

Gradually, it was late at night.

"Wan'er, it's late at night." Ling Fei said softly in Tang Bingwan's ear.

Tang Bingwan's face turned red. She knew the subtext behind Ling Fei's words. However, she did not object... The newlyweds always enjoy the taste. Even if they are shy, they are willing to do this.

Ling Fei grabbed the tablet computer in Tang Bingwan's hand, put it aside, and pulled Tang Bingwan, who was blushing, into the room. Tang Bingwan wanted to greet but refused, so she walked in together.

A good night.

At this moment, Dong Sakura, Rin Kyujo is packing her luggage. She is ready to go to China tomorrow and start to continue her unfinished career.
Chapter completed!