Fu Chaochao never felt that tolerance was grievance, but dedication and understanding.

It is impossible for people to live their lives casually, and there are always all kinds of times when they need to compromise and tolerance.

If you think about it with a different mindset, you will feel much more comfortable.

Of course, this tolerance must be mutual. Only one person has unilateral tolerance. In the long run, the contradictions will accumulate deeper and deeper.

Bo Tiandao said "yes", picked up a pen and wrote a few pieces on the paper.

His handwriting is elegant and heroic, and he pays great attention to rules in his ups and downs, which is slightly different from his romantic and passionate appearance.

Fu Chaochao has never practiced his calligraphy, and he wrote it in a straightforward way, so he can't say it's good-looking, so he can't even comment on it neat and generous.

It is said that the words are like the person. When Bo Jingshen looks at her words, he can feel a charm that sticks to the rules.

She is very conservative, introverted and beautiful, and is nothing compared to her beautiful appearance.

The paper seemed to be cut in half, half gentle and half grand.

Finally, Thin Deep Field signed his name at the bottom of the paper.

He handed the paper to Fu Chaochao, "Sign it."

Fu Chaochao looked down and saw that Bo Jingshen had added several new agreements.

10. Don’t go into my study casually (except my wife)

11. Don't like others lying on my bed (except my wife)

12. Don’t like to be tidy up your clothes (except my wife)

13. Make a recipe for whatever you want to eat every day. Don’t like others to say whatever they want (except my wife)

14. I don’t like to be touched by others (except my wife)

...

A scarlet color appeared on Fu Chao's cheek, forcing himself to divert his sight, and quickly cut the mess and signed his name next to "Black Depth of Field".

The two names are arranged side by side, and there is a kind of lingering tenderness.

The paper in his hand seemed to have turned into a hot potato. Fu Chaochao stood up immediately after signing it, "I feel a little hungry. Do you want to eat something?"

She ran to open the refrigerator.

The refrigerator was large but empty, and she found only a few eggs and a few bottles of milk.

Fu Chaochao had the urge to fill the refrigerator.

The tormented days of the previous life were all done by cooking and tidying up the house.

She doesn't like being a housewife, but if life can only give her the choice to be a housewife, she will force herself to fall in love with this profession and find some fun in trivial matters.

This will feel better.

Bo Jingshen watched her busy in the kitchen, like a dancing butterfly, enjoying herself.

He supported his chin with his hands and continued to look at her in a different position.

Is this the ordinary daily life between husband and wife?

If this is true, it would not be as disaster as he imagined.

Fu Chaochao was very different from what he thought. He could feel that she didn't like him, but she wasn't annoying.

Coincidentally, so did he.

Fu Chaochao's voice came, "Well... there aren't many things, how about boiling a few sugar eggs?"

Bo Jingshen suddenly said, "Let's get a marriage certificate tomorrow."

There was a "click" sound.
Chapter completed!