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

The villa is far away from the Lu family's house. Because of Qin Suhui's incident, Lu Qiao had been running around outside for two days. She was so tired that she almost fell asleep. When the driver mentioned it, she almost instinctively picked her up and got out of the car.

I thought that Huo Yan was already asleep at this time, and planned to go in in the dark, but as soon as I entered the yard, I saw that the lights were still on in the house.

I froze for a moment, and my sleepiness disappeared.

She didn't expect Huo Yan to leave a lamp for her.

The Lu family didn't leave a lamp for her, but now Huo Yan left one for her.

The dim light came out from the window, faintly illuminating the courtyard, and for a moment, Lu Qiao really had the illusion that it was really her home.

The man in this house is really her husband.

The Heart Lake, which was as quiet as a pool of stagnant water, was suddenly thrown a stone, causing tiny ripples.

Lu Qiao's mood was a little complicated.

Huo Yan probably heard the commotion outside, so he came out, and the two met face to face. They didn't speak for two or three seconds, and the atmosphere would be a little awkward.

Huo Yan spoke first to break the silence, "Have you had dinner yet? I made porridge. If you haven't had dinner, you can drink some."

Lu Qiao lowered her eyes, avoiding looking at Huo Yan again, "Well, good."

Because of backtracking, she was outside all day and didn't have time to eat anything.

When I came back from the hospital, my stomach started to ache. If I didn't eat anything, I'm afraid I'd really have a hard time tonight.

Huo Yan stretched out his hand to her naturally, and said, "Give it to me, I'll hold Xiao Qi for you, you go to eat."

Lu Qiao was stunned for a moment, wondering if it was an illusion, but under the dim light, Huo Yan's profile gave her a very warm illusion.

If something happens by chance, I will give Xiao Although to him.

The porridge cooked by Huo Yan is delicious, soft and sticky, with a little sugar added in, it tastes a little sweet.

The warm rice porridge soothed the stomach, and the pain gradually disappeared. Lu Qiao's complexion improved a lot, and she looked at Huo Yan in a daze.

Huo Yan noticed her gaze and asked, "Are you still eating?"

Only then did Lu Qiao quickly come back to his senses, and hurriedly looked away, "I'm full, I won't eat, thank you."

Huo Yan gave a "hmm", and took the initiative to put away the bowl she had used.

Under Lu Qiao's unclear gaze, Huo Yan naturally went to the kitchen to wash the dishes.

Lu Qiao was stunned by the sound of water from the faucet washing the bowl.

When she walked over, she saw Huo Yan washing dishes by the sink.

Seriously, the big hands that were used to sign all kinds of valuable contracts are now washing the dishes with their sleeves rolled up.

This picture is still very mysterious.

However, after watching it for a long time, it will give her an illusion.

A kind of Huo Yan is really a husband she can trust and rely on.

This feeling is very dangerous, but Huo Yan seems to be poisonous. After this feeling, it grows crazily in his heart, and he can't control it no matter what.

husband.

This word, which is far away to her, seems to have a little truth now.

However, the truth in the illusion, she still forced herself to keep a little calm.

Under the light, this person's brows and eyes are soft, wearing home clothes, not as sharp as President Huo in the past, very warm and reliable.

Lu Qiao pinched his fingertips fiercely.

Ten fingers connected to the heart, a sharp pain spread to the heart.

She woke up completely, and her eyes were once again covered with indifference.