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

"Don't worry, no one can forget you. If Ah Yan and I really get married, I will not only invite you to the wedding wine, but you will also be the first bridesmaid I invite."

Wen Ran finally smiled through tears.

"It's not if, you and Huo Yan will definitely reconcile."

Yan Yue hugged her and said affirmatively: "Our Xiaoran is so good, no one will be willing to let you go."

She said: "If Huo Yan bullies you again in the future, just tell me and I will beat him for you."

Tears filled Wen Ran's eyes, "Yue'er, it's good to have you."

Yan Yue smiled, "Little fool, I should say this, I think it's good to have you."

The two looked at each other and suddenly laughed.

"Okay, don't cry anymore, now, go and pack up, and then I'll take you shopping, choose some beautiful clothes, and try to charm Huo Yan in one fell swoop, so that he will be devoted to it from now on."

Yan Yue wiped away the tears on Wen Ran's face, and led the two of them into the room talking and laughing.

Day by day, Lu Qiao has gotten used to the way of getting along with Huo Yan.

But I have to say that the horror of habit is second only to time. Those emotions that are screaming and roaring in the blood all the time are now getting along and have learned to hide.

Hiding everything in the shadows, and facing Huo Yan, Lu Qiao has learned to be hypocritical.

That night, Lu Qiao led Xiao Although to watch Huo Yan cook at the kitchen door.

These days, she already knows how good Huo Yan's cooking skills are. It's not that Wen Ran honed his proficiency, but that he has a talent for cooking, and he can usually make it after learning it a few times.And the taste is not bad.

Watching Huo Yan cook is actually a kind of enjoyment, he is not in a hurry, he looks like flowing water, it is really beautiful.

Especially Mr. Huo, who has always been advising the company in the company, wearing an apron, the sharpness is a little less, and the knife that has been unsheathed has now returned to the scabbard. The complicated and delicate patterns look gorgeous, but they are less A bit murderous.

Home, but casual.

The smell of fireworks is the most homely thing, and this is probably the only thing that Lu Qiao can't resist after living in this villa.

Good cooking skills, the taste of the food is not bad, cooking is like a performance.

Double enjoyment of taste buds and vision.

Although Lu Qiao hated Huo Yan, his cooking skills were enough to make her occasionally treat him with kindness.

As the sky was getting late and the twilight was falling, Huo Yan cooked some dishes that he liked to eat, and the whole room was full of fragrance.

The mobile phone outside rang, and Lu Qiao went over to take a look, and the name "Wen Ran" flashed on the screen.

Her eyes dimmed, and she handed the phone to Huo Yan, "Wen Ran sent you the phone number."

As soon as the sound of chopping vegetables stopped, he turned his back to Lu Qiao, his expression was invisible, and his voice was flat, "Hang up first, I don't have a hand to answer the phone now."

Lu Qiao raised his eyebrows.

Taking a deep look at Huo Yan, she didn't say anything, and hung up the phone for him.

Wen Ran didn't give up, and made several phone calls one after another.

Lu Qiao became impatient, "You should pick it up, maybe what's the matter with her?"

Huo Yan put down the knife, washed his hands, and slid down the answer button a second before the call was about to hang up.

There were still drops of water on the fingertips, which fell on the screen and accidentally touched the speaker.

Wen Ran's weak voice came from the receiver, very softly, "A Yan, I'm going to die..."