I Woke My Vegetative Husband up at Our Wedding Night!

"Young Master Fu, you have been in a coma for more than three years, and you have been in trouble for less than three months after waking up. This is not like your style! Frankly, let me be lenient, did you have a problem long ago?"

Before Fu Sinian could respond, Rong Qi denied his idea.

"Shi Qian is only a sophomore this year, in his twenties, if the situation happened three years ago... Fuck! You beasts!"

Hearing Rong Qi's voice, Fu Sinian frowned more and more.

"You investigate her?"

Rong Qi felt a chill behind him, and quickly explained: "No! I just care about why you worry about a little star yourself, so I just got to know it."

"Shiqian and I are not in the relationship you think."

Rong Qi couldn't help laughing.

He thought to himself: Fu Sinian, just clarify, if I believe a punctuation mark in your words, I, an entertainment tycoon, have lived for more than 20 years in vain!

Shi Qian pushed the door open and came in, not noticing that Fu Sinian was talking on the phone, and asked him.

"Fu Shao, I made some fruit milk, would you like some?"

When Rong Qi heard a woman's voice on the phone, he jumped up from the sofa!

woman!

After eleven o'clock in the evening, the woman in Fu Sinian's room!

Before he could speak, there was a busy tone on the phone.

Bye!

Rong Qi was dumbfounded.

A single dog like Fu Sinian won't have a girlfriend, right?

Fu Sinian put down the phone, only when Shi Qian noticed that he was talking on the phone.

"Sorry, I didn't bother you, did I?"

"It's okay." Fu Si replied in a young voice, "What did you just say?"

"Fruit milk."

"You did it?"

"Ok."

"Bring it here."

"Okay, wait a moment."

Shi Qian turned and left, and after a while, she walked in with a tray, on which there were not only two glasses of milk but also four delicately decorated mousse cakes.

Four small cakes in four colors.

Mango-flavored yellow, blueberry-flavored purple, strawberry-flavored red, milky white.

Put together, it is pleasing to the eye.

"I made these mousse cakes for my grandpa. They don't have any additives or sugar. They are very healthy. Grandpa didn't finish eating them. There are still a few pieces left. I brought them together. If you don't like them, I will try them again." Take it back to the refrigerator."

"Do you still have time for this?"

"Occasionally making some desserts and going to the kitchen is also a way to decompress. I like to tinker with these."

I see.

It's not that she doesn't care about those things on the Internet, but she has diverted her attention.

Fu Sinian suddenly had a feeling.

Even if there is a dark cloud over her own head, or even a storm, she can still live like the sun, bright, sunny.

He offered to pick up a piece of strawberry flavored cake.

Shi Qian was a little surprised.

When he went to see her mother with her that day, wasn't he picky about not eating strawberries?

"This is strawberry flavored." Shi Qian wanted to remind.

Who knows, Fu Sinian has already swallowed it in one gulp.

The taste of this cake is the same as that of ice cream, soft and smooth, with a fruity aroma. Not many foods can make him feel this satisfied.

Shi Qian stared at him nervously.

He won't taste strawberry and just spit it out?

Fu Sinian didn't intend to vomit at all, but tasted it carefully.

Shi Qian was a little confused.

Fu Sinian picked up another piece of mango mousse and ate it in one bite. The different taste stimulated his taste buds.

While holding the milk, Shi Qian had a question in her heart.

Why does it feel like Fu Sinian is eating cake, as if he has never eaten cake before?