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

It was night, and the noisy city was quiet.

Inside the villa, the smell of food wafted out.

Huo Yan is still cooking today, and his skills have become more and more sophisticated. The food he cooks is full of color, flavor and taste, comparable to a chef in a five-star hotel.

Lu Qiao has a good appetite, and has already eaten two bowls of rice with stewed corn ribs.

Feeling full in his stomach, he put down the bowl and chopsticks, took out a tissue, wiped the corners of his mouth, and asked aloud, "How is Wen Ran?"

The dish that had been picked up with chopsticks fell into the plate again, Huo Yan added it up again, with the usual expression, "The wrist cutting was discovered in time, and the wound was treated very well. When it was sent to the hospital, it was only disinfected. Then I got a few stitches, no big deal."

"Oh." Lu Qiao dragged on to the end, seeming to have some deep meaning.

She seemed to have seen through everything, three points of ridicule, seven points of teasing.

Huo Yan frowned, "What's your expression?"

"What expression? It's just a normal expression. What's the matter? Mr. Huo broke up with his little girlfriend and can't find anyone who can take care of him, so now he is unwilling to be lonely and wants to take care of me?"

Lu Qiao touched his face and said with a half-smile.

Huo Yan frowned more and more tightly. Lu Qiao's thorny words made him sound quite uncomfortable.

He moved his lips, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything in the end.

Picking up the ice water at hand, he took a sip, and the water with ice was cold to the bottom of his heart, suppressing those negative emotions.

Although Xiao was full, he drank the last sip of corn soup in the bowl, and after talking to Lu Qiao, he ran to do his homework by himself.

If the child doesn't sit between the two of them, he doesn't have to worry about certain topics. Lu Qiao endured it for a day. At this time, all the suppressed negative emotions turned into venom, and they were sent out through those heart-pounding words.

"Mr. Huo must be complacent in his heart now. My little girlfriend is dying for her. She is crazy in love. It should have satisfied your vanity to a great extent. How is it? The moment you saw Wen Ran, it was Isn't there an urge to open up and get back together with her?"

Lu Qiao rested her chin and looked a little lazy, but Yan was indeed indifferent.

She raised her lips and said in a manly voice: "Or, Mr. Huo can't wait to get back together with his little girlfriend now? Huh? Mr. Huo is still calm now, and he doesn't mention divorce to me because he wants to try left Embrace the right, sit and enjoy the taste of being equal to others?"

She tilted her head, and the light just shone into her eyes, revealing a piece of cold and hard ice inside.

The hand holding the chopsticks tightened suddenly, and the veins on the back of the hand bulged. With such extreme force, the fingers turned dark white, which looked a little scary.

"Lu Qiao, what kind of temper are you having? How many times do I have to tell you before you can remember that Wen Ran and I have completely broken up, and I won't have anything to do with her anymore, can you stop Mention these things."

Huo Yan's voice was a little low, obviously holding back some bad emotions, his eyes were depressed.

But Lu Qiao didn't like Huo Yan's tricks at all, "Really? Then can you tell me, when did you have such a warm heart that even if your ex-girlfriend committed suicide, you would leave all your jobs and go to Take a look, comfort your ex-girlfriend, and send warmth from your ex-boyfriend in time?"

Lu Qiao's words pierced into Huo Yan's heart, and he tore open his flesh without hesitation, wanting to see if his blood was black?