Marriage is long: Mr. Huo spoils his wife too much

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No one has the ability to predict the future, so there has never been a if, a single choice, and there is no medicine for regret in this world.

Lu Qiao remained silent, her bad mood continued until she returned to Huo Yan's "marriage room".

The door is locked with a code, Huo Yan bowed his head to enter the code, Lu Qiao stood behind him not too far away, and suddenly asked, "When will you divorce me?"

There was a pause when entering the password, the combination lock buzzed, and the blue surface instantly turned red.

Huo Yan re-entered the password, as if he didn't hear what she said at all, the action of pressing the password was a little heavier than before.

Lu Qiao didn't hear the reply, she looked at Huo Yan quietly, and didn't ask any more questions.

There are some things that you just need to know, and it’s meaningless to say more.

The combination lock was successfully unlocked, and the lock turned into a dark blue again.

Lu Qiao followed him into the room and changed his shoes. The butler came over and took Huo Yan's coat.

She didn't see Xiao Jin in the living room, so she asked the housekeeper, and the housekeeper told her respectfully, "The young master has fallen asleep."

Lu Qiao nodded his temples and thanked the housekeeper.

She is always busy with work. If there is a nanny to take care of him at home, although Xiao has developed the habit of being independent, she does not rely on anyone and arranges her own work and rest time.

This sounds really reassuring for the parents, but she always feels guilty about it.

She would rather be a little more self-willed and coquettish than to see him so sensible, and make people feel distressed.

"I saw that you didn't eat much when you were in the restaurant. You should feel a little uncomfortable in your stomach now. I'm going to order noodles. You can take a shower and eat immediately after you come down. You can also sit in the living room and wait for a while. The noodles It doesn't take time, it doesn't take long."

Huo Yan took off the jacket on his body, unbuttoned the cuffs, and slowly rolled it up. The movements were slow, but it was a little more beautiful than others, it looked like a performance, pleasing to the eye.

Lu Qiao's gaze on him stayed for a long time.

It wasn't until Huo Yan turned around to look at her that she withdrew her gaze, lowered her eyes, and seemed to be looking at the lines on her hand seriously, and she didn't know if she heard Huo Yan's words.

Fortunately, Huo Yan didn't care, or he was used to it. The two of them were always pretending to be stupid, which was almost the norm.

Soon there were sounds from the kitchen, the sound of chopping vegetables, the sound of pots and spoons colliding, and the sound of gurgling after the water boiled.

The deserted villa was a little more lively, with a very lifelike sound.

Listening to these voices, she gradually became tired...

When Huo Yan came out of the kitchen smelling of oily smoke, Lu Qiao had already fallen asleep on the sofa, curled up into a ball, in a very insecure position.

Subconsciously, he lightened his steps, carried a bowl of fragrant noodles over, put it on the tea table, and squatted down to almost look at Lu Qiao.

The quality of her sleep has never been very good, her eyes are slightly black and blue, her brows are subconsciously frowned, she looks tired and restless.

Huo Yan suddenly couldn't bear to wake her up.

What happened in Qi City made her sleepless for a long time, so let her sleep.

Huo Yan stretched out his hand to pick her up and put her on the bed in the bedroom to rest.

As soon as her hand touched her, Lu Qiao opened her eyes vigilantly.

Instead of being dazed as if he just woke up, his eyes were full of vigilance instead.

Huo Yan paused, took his hand back, and said naturally: "The noodles are ready, and I'm planning to wake you up."

Lu Qiao rubbed her brows and sat up. The smell of noodles in clear soup was quite pleasant, which aroused her greediness.

Lu Qiao thanked Huo Yan, bowed his head and ate the noodles with a delicate look.

The hot air in the noodles floated up slowly along with the chopsticks, forming a layer of white mist on Lu Qiao's face.

The living room was very quiet, except for the occasional crisp sound of chopsticks hitting peas. The night wind outside the courtyard seemed to be much softer and cooler because of the atmosphere in the house.

Looking at Huo Yan through the thin layer of smoke, Lu Qiao swallowed a mouthful of noodles wrapped in soup, and suddenly asked, "Have you ever cooked with Wen Ran?"

Huo Yan's eyes narrowed, "Why do you ask this all of a sudden?"

"Nothing, just asking casually."

If you don't answer directly, the answer should be "yes".

Thinking about it this way, the noodles in his mouth suddenly became tasteless.

Lu Qiao took a sip of the soup, it was a little hot.

I didn't want to eat any more, and was about to take out a tissue when I heard Huo Yan say, "No."

Lu Qiao didn't hear clearly, and looked up at him puzzled, "What?"

"I haven't cooked for Wen Ran. You know, I'm not good at cooking."

Huo Yan explained again.

not good at?
Lu Qiao looked down at the clear soup dotted with shallots. The color of the soup was very nice, and against the green of the shallots, it looked very refreshing, especially appetizing.

Just such a bowl of noodles in clear soup, she couldn't make it even after studying cooking for several years. Huo Yan now said that he was not good at cooking.

Lu Qiao felt that Huo Yan might have misunderstood him.

"Cooking is only learned, and now I have learned a lot of dishes that nourish the stomach."

He didn't need to say this last sentence.

Lu Qiao heard a completely different taste from the first half of his sentence.

With her eyes flickering slightly, she lowered her head and took another bite of the chewy noodles. The noodles, which were full of soup, were chewy and delicious, making people want to stop.

But in Lu Qiao's mouth now, it feels like chewing wax.

What does the second half of Huo Yan's sentence mean?

She had a faint guess in her heart, but she didn't dare to delve into it.

After being ravaged by wind and rain, the snail has learned to retract into its own shell, and will not poke its head out of the volute unsuspectingly just because of a little temptation.

She lowered her head and unknowingly ate a whole bowl of noodles in clear soup. The pain in her stomach had already been suppressed by the effect of the medicine.

She sat on the sofa, put her hand gently on her stomach, and rubbed it slowly to promote digestion.

Hoyent reached out to pick up the empty bowl in a "virtuous" way, and walked into the kitchen to wash the dishes.

Lu Qiao followed him into the kitchen, and said aloud, "Put down the bowl, I will clean it myself."

She has already enjoyed other people's cooking skills, if she doesn't even wash the dishes she has eaten, and leaves everything to Huo Yan, how dare she feel embarrassed.

Huo Yan didn't have so many twists and turns, and had already put the bowl in the dishwasher.

There were subtle voices coming from the dishwasher, and in the background, Huo Yan said, "Okay, it's getting late now, it's almost early morning, go to sleep."

I don't know if Lu Qiao is too sensitive, his tone seems to be pampering.

Lu Qiao felt uncomfortable. To be more precise, Huo Yan's attitude towards her recently has always made her feel uncomfortable.

Huo Yan didn't have this self-consciousness. After finishing speaking, he turned around with his usual expression, turned on the tap, took some hand sanitizer, and washed his hands slowly.

Lu Qiao opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything.

Turn around and go upstairs.

Through the sound of water, Huo Yan's eyes were aroused by the water to create a deep and dangerous vortex.

……

The empty stomach was satisfied, and the sweet smell of food lingered in my sleep.

A good night's sleep.

It was rare to have a good night's sleep. When I woke up, I looked at my watch and suddenly realized that it was already past nine o'clock in the morning.

For a moment, Lu Qiao thought he was wrong.

She hadn't slept past six in the morning for a long time.

I didn't wake up until nine o'clock today.

I slept more than three hours more than usual, and when I woke up, my head hurt a little.

But I haven't had such a good sleep for a long time. After getting enough sleep, my body and spirit are satisfied.

Lu Qiao got up and stretched out habitually.

After sweating a little, the feeling of dizziness receded, and she went to the bathroom to wash up with a refreshed face.

Half an hour later, he came out with a refreshing body of water vapor.

The phone on the desk was vibrating.

She didn't know how long she had been thinking about it, so she walked over and picked it up to have a look. There were already two missed calls on it, from the same number.

The note of this number is "Ms. Su".

She pressed the answer button resolutely, almost reflexively. The first time she answered, she bowed slightly, with a respectful attitude.

She called out in a warm voice, "Teacher Su."

A gentle voice came from the phone, speaking slowly, every word was soft, with a touch of gentleness unique to the south, making people unconsciously think of the picturesque eyebrows and eyes of the southern water village, A girl like water.

"Little Joe, long time no see."

"Teacher Su, long time no see, long time no contact, how is the teacher recently?"

"I'm fine, thank you for your concern." Teacher Su's voice was gentle to the bone, "I take the liberty to bother you today, but I want to ask for your opinion on something..."

Lu Qiao was startled, unable to figure out what Teacher Su needed to ask for her opinion.

Teacher Su is her oil painting teacher. She is a very beautiful and temperamental teacher. She is as good-looking as she is talented. She has studied oil painting with her for nearly ten years.

However, since Lu's accident, she has put down her paintbrush, and the two of them have not been in contact for a long time. The last contact was more than half a year ago. She wanted to pick up her paintbrush again and contacted Teacher Su once.

She was guessing the purpose of Teacher Su calling her, when she heard Teacher Su say: "You contacted me once half a year ago, saying that you want to pick up the brush again, do you still have the same idea now?"

Teacher Su's soft and soft voice was like a spring breeze brushing against her ears, and Lu Qiao's heart was slightly warmed.

It has been more than half a year since this incident, and I didn't expect Teacher Su to still remember it.

Teacher Su's attitude of taking her matter to heart moved her, she nodded, "Yes, I still have the same idea now, and want to pick up the brush again."