Kiss!Play heartbeat!Mr. Huo broke the precept and pestered her to coax her

Qiaozheng picked it up, handed it to Huo Xizhou's eyes, and said in a soft voice, "I didn't find your watch. This string of Buddhist beads...my mother went to ask my father herself before she was alive. Peaceful year after year, it has the effect of calming the nerves and helping sleep."

"I'll give it to you as compensation for your watch. Although it's not worth much, it's still a heart."

Huo Xizhou lowered his eyes, staring at the lobular red sandalwood beads, and didn't move for a moment.

Seeing this, Qiaozheng couldn't tell what it was like, feeling like she was in a daze for a moment, why did she give this away: "Sorry, this is a relic of the deceased, it may be unlucky, I didn't think it through..."

"Help me put it on."

Before he finished speaking, Huo Xizhou stretched out his hand, just like Chunxue's voice in March, Chunxue melted with warmth: "That watch is a fake, and it's not worth much."

In terms of money, a watch is worth tens of millions, but this string of prayer beads can't compare to it.

In terms of mind, it is always precious and priceless.

"It just so happens that I've been sleeping poorly recently, and Ms. Qiao is interested."

Following the man's understatement, Qiao Zheng is not really stupid, how could he not understand what he said on purpose.

"I know it's a fake. You can't even afford a house, so how can you wear the real thing... Huo Xizhou, it's not good to be vain, you know?"

Qiao Zheng resisted being moved, and said something casually.

Then, while wearing the beads on his wrist, she thought of something, and she sincerely sent her blessings: "Huo Xizhou, may you have three warm winters, may your spring not be cold, may you have lights in the dark, and may you have umbrellas in the rain." .”

After a while, Qiaozheng lowered her eyes, covering her eyes full of guilt, and said in a soft voice: "I wish you peace and joy for the rest of your life, and a hundred years of worry-free life. I also hope that... you can meet your beloved and stay together forever."

The man's wrist is thin and strong, and the prayer beads are worn on it to complement each other, which is indescribably beautiful.

After putting it on, Qiaozheng stroked the beads, a little absent-minded.

In the past, she thought about giving the beads to her husband as a birthday present... But her birthday present was thrown away by her husband every time. It was her mother's relic, and she was reluctant to lose it.

Therefore, she has kept it until now, but has never sent her husband.

And just now, she gave it to Huo Xizhou when she got hotheaded.

Huo Xizhou... He will leave her in the end.

He was like a bright moon in the night sky, never belonged to her, she had a delusion, took him off and hid him in her bosom.

But the plucked moon cannot be kept private forever, and all she can get is a ray of moonlight from him.

Thinking absently, the two left the room.

The temperature of the brown sugar water is just right, and the taste is just right, not bland, nor sweet and greasy.

Qiao Zheng took a few sips and praised the man generously: "Huo Xizhou, you did a great job."

In the past, she always endured silently, and now there are people who care.

Even if it is bought care, it is also satisfied.

"Of course, it's just a little thing."

Facing her praise, Huo Xizhou responded calmly, and gave her another painkiller: "Take it."

The dysmenorrhea was still happening, and the pain in the lower abdomen was throbbing. Qiao Zheng didn't try to be brave, and took a painkiller with brown sugar water.

"Huo Xizhou, are you picky or not? Do you have any taboos?"

After drinking the brown sugar water, Qiao Zheng asked a question, and after getting the answer, she got up and went to the refrigerator.

She comes to Lanyuan regularly, and there are some ingredients in the refrigerator.

With the existing ingredients, Qiao Zheng made two bowls of noodles.

During the period, Huo Xizhou watched from the sidelines, his handsome face was expressionless, and a little ripple appeared in his heart.

"Do you often cook?"

Witnessing the little woman cooking skillfully, she prepared the ingredients in three or two strokes, and matched them in two or three strokes. The noodles looked good and smelled good.

The taste should be good too.

After waking up from a five-year sleep, Huo Xizhou's taste is bland. When he was in Huo's mansion, the food he delivered was extremely delicate.

However, that's what top chefs do, so it's no surprise.

But the little woman... thought of a possibility, and the man's jaw tightened.

"Well, it is."

Qiao Zheng turned back and waited for the familiarity.

As early as when she was young, she fell in love with Huo Beiheng at first sight, so she started to cook and learn to make some snacks, and asked Qiao Sisi to give them to her.

Later, after getting married, she heard that if she wanted to keep a man's heart, she wanted to keep his stomach first, and even researched a lot of delicacies.

Later, there was little moon again, she often made some complementary food, and her cooking skills became more and more refined.

Thinking of this, she filled two bowls and put one in front of Huo Xizhou: "You cook brown sugar water for me, and I'll cook noodles for you, try it?"

Huo Beiheng seldom touches the food she cooks, or...he rarely even goes home, let alone eat her food!

"How about it?"

Qiao Zheng knew her level well, but for some reason, she wanted to be recognized by men.

Huo Xizhou took a sip. Compared with the noodles she made, his brown sugar water was just childish, and he boiled it three times...

However, that's not the point. The point is... He rolled his eyelids and said softly, "Miss Qiao's husband is very tasty."

Just... why is it a little yin and yang?

It's just that when she thinks that she is still married, but still supports Huo Xizhou... His existence is a little embarrassing, and she is so guilty that she doesn't dare to say anything.

A meal, finished in silence.

Qiao Zheng was going to do the dishes, but Huo Xizhou stopped her: "I'll do it."

"You have wounds on your hands, don't get wet..."

"One hand is enough to wash the dishes."

He insisted, Qiaozheng swallowed the words of persuasion, and made preparations in her heart.

"pat-"

Sure enough, Qiao Zheng was a little dumbfounded when she heard a sound from the kitchen.

She walked over, looked at the smashed bowl, and then at the man's jaw tightened... Well, the action of washing the bowl was elegant, but it turned out to be a failure!

As early as when he boiled a simple brown sugar water three times and scalded himself, Qiaozheng knew... This male publicist doesn't know how to do housework at all, and he hasn't even been in the kitchen!

It's strange, he's a public relations man, and he can't afford a house, so he must be from a poor family... However, he doesn't touch the spring water with his fingers, like a pampered nobleman!

Naturally, before the age of 13, when my mother had no accidents, she treated her father with respect as a guest, and she was also raised with pampering, not much better than him.

At most, her mother would teach her some self-care skills so that she would not know anything.

I couldn't help but teased him: "Huo Xizhou, are you the kind of young master who... when you were young, your family was in good condition, but when you grow up, something happened to your family?"

Huo Xizhou corrected her with a cold face: "There is no accident."

"Okay, I'll sort it out."

In fact, Qiao Zheng was a little surprised that he had such intentions.

You know, many men think that housework belongs to women, and they don't even know how to help... It can be seen that Huo Xizhou is well-bred, although he is a little bit astray, but fortunately he has not really fallen!

But at the next moment, listening to the man's calm explanation, he stubbornly maintained his self-esteem: "This bowl was just broken by accident."

Qiaozheng wanted to laugh, but held back: "Yeah, your hand is hurt, I won't let you get in the water, you are inconvenient with one hand, so you accidentally broke it... Okay, it's getting late, I will You still have to go to the company, you go sit and wait for me obediently."

Hearing the little woman's tone of coaxing the child, Huo Xizhou frowned slightly, but didn't say anything.

After tidying up the kitchen, Qiao Zheng went to change her clothes, put on a light makeup by the way, and didn't tie her hair up in a hurry.

As soon as the result came out, Huo Xizhou took a look and then another look, until he saw when he was going downstairs.

On Lanyuan's side, Qiao Zheng has a spare car.

Before getting into the car, Huo Xizhou suddenly grabbed her wrist, took off the hair tie on it, and handed it under her eyes: "Hair, tie it up."

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Master Huo is possessive!Boys, after finishing our daily life together, let's start the story, good night~