After marrying a wealthy vegetative person Chongxi[Transmigration Book]

"Small surprise?"

Can't help touching his face, Huo Xinhong's heartbeat couldn't stop speeding up, pretending to threaten:

"If you are not satisfied, the boss will severely punish the employee."

"Hmph! Then I'll fire you first... Mmm."

Before he finished speaking, he was pressed on the cushion by Huo Xinhong, and he personally experienced the "anger" of the boss.

It was still early for the two of them to return home, and Jin Miao asked Huo Xinhong to work first, while she locked herself in the kitchen and didn't know what to study hard.

"Why can't you let me in?"

Before eating, Huo Xinhong half leaned against the door, feeling itchy:

"What can't you tell me? Could it be to murder your husband?"

"If you dare to come in, I will consider making your words come true."

This is the first time I made Western-style desserts. Jin Miao first consulted the cook at home, and then referred to various recipes. The last little detail is missing:

"Remind you, I'm holding a knife." (It's a butter knife, though.)

"As for?"

Finally, when Jin Miao came out of the kitchen, Huo Xinhong hugged him, held him tightly in his arms, and whispered in his ear:

"Actually, don't bother. Let's go back to the bedroom. You will wear an apron, but no clothes underneath. Dinner tonight is you."

"Did you watch too many short videos?!"

In the face of Huo Xinhong's more and more frequent hints, Jin Miao has even been able to gradually achieve the state of calmness, just talking but not practicing fake tricks:

"Do you know it's bad for your health?"

Huo Xinhong: I am immune so quickly, it seems that I need to update the dictionary...

"this is……"

When the dessert was served in front of the two of them, Huo Xinhong was stunned for a moment, then pretended that nothing had happened and turned his eyes away:

"It looks so sweet, it's not suitable for me, you can eat it."

it is as expected……

Gently holding Huo Xinhong's hand, Jin Miao deliberately didn't let the servant tell him that this was the smell he had studied for a long time.

In the transparent ice cream glass, the delicate and dripping champagne-colored "rose petals" exude a faint creamy fragrance, decorated with mint leaves, which may look like real ones from a distance.

"Yes, let me try."

Digging up a little bit with a small spoon and feeding it into the mouth, Jin Miao rolled her eyes, anxious: It seems that it is not far away?

"It doesn't seem very sweet?"

Carefully rubbing Huo Xinhong's arm, Jin Miao picked up another spoon, trying to make her words sound natural:

"I'll feed you, and you feed me, okay?"

Huo Xinhong:! ! !

His sweetheart took the initiative to invite him, and Huo Xinhong naturally wouldn't miss this good opportunity. He lowered his head slightly, opened his mouth halfway, stared at Jin Miao who was too shy to look at him with a smile in the corner of his eyes, trying to distract his attention from thinking about the taste of dessert.

"how?"

Fearing that he would really hate it, Jin Miao only fed a small piece, holding her breath and asking:

"If it's unpalatable, let's replace it with Ke Luli..."

His words were interrupted when Huo Xinhong gently pressed his hand, and there was an expression on the man's face that he had never seen before, and his icy blue eyes seemed like a turbulent sea:

"You did it?"

Putting down the spoon slowly, Jin Miao nodded, thinking about how to get away with it, when he asked again:

"Who taught you?"

What Huo Xinhong really wants to ask is: Have you secretly contacted my mother?

But recalling repeatedly, he never told Jin Miao about his childhood at all, let alone such details.

"Where I am practicing today, there is a gardener from Ireland."

With a calm expression, he told the lie he had prepared earlier, Jin Miao carefully observed Huo Xinhong's reaction, and explained in a slow voice:

"The scented tea he served us is different from the ones we drink outside. It is sweet and delicious. It is said that the recipe is also good for making desserts. I couldn't help but want to try it. I thought you would like it."

It was an inconspicuous plot in the original book, when Huo Xinhong was poisoned by the original owner, his brain was permanently damaged, and he would fall into a state of confusion from time to time.

In the book, Huo Xinyan said that on the day of the car accident, Huo Xinhong, who was half asleep due to medication, suddenly opened his eyes and told the servant clearly that he wanted to eat rose scented pudding.

Even though he was terminally ill, no one dared to disobey his words.

But when the servant put all kinds of rose-scented puddings bought from top restaurants in the city in front of him, he just took a sip of each and then brushed it to the ground, saying that the taste was not right.

"Is it?"

The knuckles of the fingers holding the spoon turned white, and Huo Xinhong sullenly stretched out his hand to scoop up another mouthful of pudding. This time he slowly put it into his mouth, letting the light and silky taste gently wrap the tip of his tongue:

The milky fragrance of light cream melts softly in the mouth, while the aroma of roses is slightly bitter. The two are perfectly blended together, sweet but not greasy; Slightly sour, like a sweet and mischievous elf.

"I love so much."

Putting down the spoon, Huo Xinhong's mouth twitched slightly, picked up the red wine in hand, and took a sip:

"My mother loved to make this dessert for us when we were kids."

Quietly holding his hand, Jin Miao remained silent, staring softly at him with dark and clear eyes, waiting for him to speak slowly.

"But since I didn't get along with grandpa,"

After a pause, he held Jin Miao's hand instead, without any waves in his eyes:

"She didn't cook anymore. Xin Yan and I have found many famous chefs, but they couldn't cook a similar taste. When we grew up, we agreed not to mention this matter, deceiving ourselves as a childhood filter."

Turning his head slightly, it was probably Jin Miao's illusion, there seemed to be a glimmer of light in his originally ice-blue pupils, and he heard him say in a hoarse voice:

"Thank you."

"Then why don't we invite Xin Yan over another day, will he be happy?"

With a sore nose, Jin Miao quickly picked up a spoon and put a piece of pudding into his mouth, trying to pull the corners of his mouth:

"It seems to be getting sweeter."

Today I drank the tea made by the Irish gardener in the greenhouse, and Jin Miao could smell a faint sweet and sour taste in the tea he made, which was a herbal medicine that he had never been exposed to before.

After questioning, I found out that he had the habit of adding a piece of sorrel to his tea.

"Sorrel is the national flower of Ireland, also known as clover."

Remembering what the gardener said to him this morning, Jin Miao tried to imagine the state of mind of the two brothers and mothers of the Huo family:

The girl who is far away from her homeland puts her nostalgia into the dessert, which is also full of blessings for her two sons.

"For us, hopefully this will be a full stop."

However, Huo Xinhong didn't touch the cup of rose scented pudding again, and wiped his mouth clean:

"Then according to your opinion, Xin Yan should come over in two days."

In any case, the past is the past, he held Jin Miao's hand, lowered his eyes:

"Xinyan is leaving next month, and I don't know when he will return to China. Let's have a good farewell meal together."

Jin Miao was surprised: "Why didn't I hear you mention it?"

"He was worried about my health, so he came back as soon as I had an accident. After I woke up, he didn't want to stay here."

Standing up, Huo Xinhong led Jinmiao to the garden for a walk to digest food, his eyes looking into the distance were like a quiet lake:

"Before my accident, he hadn't been back to China for nearly ten years, and he hadn't said a word to grandpa."

In my impression, this is the first time that Jin Miao has heard Huo Xinhong take the initiative to talk about "family affairs", but it is wrong to say family affairs, and they look more like strangers bound together by blood.

Jin Miao softly changed the topic: "Then, when you have a holiday, we can visit him abroad."

"This one……"

Showing an inconspicuous wry smile, Huo Xinhong let out a long sigh of relief, and changed his mind:

"I almost forgot to tell you, wait a few days for your holiday, let's go to the equestrian club."

"real?!"

The heart has flown to the imaginary grassland, Jin Miao's eyebrows and eyes are curved, and she wraps her arms around Huo Xinhong's neck sideways, two blushes appear on her cheeks:

"I really like you!"

Because of the anticipation in his heart, when Jin Miao arrived at the company the next day, he was full of energy, ignoring all the pointers and looking high-spirited.

"I'm in such a good mood, did Mr. Huo send you something very valuable to apologize yesterday?"

Stepping into the preparation room, Liang Le could not help being curious when he saw the smile on Jin Miao's mouth:

"Is he generous?"

But before Jinmiao could respond, Qiu Boya interrupted her forcefully:

"It's time, let's go in."

"I said, the way you looked with straight eyes yesterday, isn't it because you are playing Mr. Huo's idea?"

After quickly changing the lab coat, Liang Le glanced sideways at Qiu Boya, and said sarcastically:

"Take a look at what you look like. It's a ghost if people can see you."

Qiu Boya blushed: "What did you say?!"

"Stop arguing."

If possible, Jin Miao would like to exercise his right as a "boss lady" to let the two go, but he didn't want to disturb Huo Xinhong because of such a trivial matter, so he met Qiu Boya's flickering eyes:

"I don't like that you keep talking about my family affairs in front of me. It makes me very uncomfortable. Besides, it's not just you. I know that there are a lot of people outside who are interested in Mr. Huo. If I give them a point Look in your eyes, the days are getting worse."

After all, it's the man he likes, and it's normal to be coveted. It's better to say that Huo Xinhong has no admirers on Huo Xinhong's conditions:

"If someone really wants to humiliate himself, I can't stop him."

The gloating Liang Le looked at Qiu Boya who turned his head and left: "Hehehe."

The three of them didn't realize that this passage was heard clearly by the person outside the door of the preparation room. The person's temples twitched and his eyes were red, which almost scared Qiu Boya half to death when he opened the door.

"Miss, are you okay?"

Unconsciously shrinking his shoulders, Qiu Boya glanced at the breastplate on her clothes, and was stunned:

"Miss Zheng?"

"One by one in the preparation room, waiting for someone to invite you or something?"

The name tag reads "Zheng Shanru". The woman standing at the door of the preparation room is about 27 or [-] years old. She has big wavy black hair, dark purple eye shadow, and slender false eyelashes that can poke people; her cheekbones are prominent , with a thin chin, a high bridge of nose, and the facial features look good apart, but there is a subtle dissonance when put together:

"Go back if you don't want to do it"

Casting a provocative glance at the three people in the room, when Zheng Shanru's eyes fell on Jin Miao, he tried his best to hide the disgust in his eyes, and announced loudly:

"I am Miss Leiya's assistant, and I will be responsible for assigning tasks to you today."

Frowning, Jin Miao stood up and said neither humble nor overbearing:

"We didn't see the time, so we chatted a few more words, sorry."

"Where is it? It turns out that I arrived early. Do you want to apologize to you? However, we are rushing to rush the project, so there is no normal commute time. The management probably doesn't understand."

Glancing at him, Zheng Shanru gestured to the three of them, and the three-inch high-heeled shoes stepped on the ground and made harsh "click" sounds:

"Please come this way."

Jin Miao, who was cueed inexplicably: ... the management?Could it be me? !

Taking the three of them to a transparent glass room, Zheng Shanru pointed to the dazzling array of spices in the sample room, and folded his arms:

"Please finish dispensing these fragrances before leaving get off work."

"so much?!"

Estimated by the quantity, each person gets at least a hundred bottles per day. The question is, what is the difference between this and doing odd jobs? !

Liang Le couldn't help protesting: "We are here to learn how to make incense, not to do hard work, why?"

"Otherwise you ask the company to pay you to study? Do we look like a charity company? What do you think, lady boss?"

Looking proudly at Jin Miao with a masked face, Zheng Shanru carefully hid the contempt on his lips, and said proudly:

"With your current level, it's far from being able to get started. Then, feel free."

"My God!"

It had only been an hour since he started, and this was the fifth time Liang Le had screamed.

"Miss, can you be quiet?"

Unbearable for her, Qiu Boya covered the bottle exuding a strong blueberry fragrance in his hand, pulled off the mask and said angrily:

"Do you want to work overtime right after your internship?"

"I smell like rotten eggs!"

What was served was salty flavor, full of beef, barbecue and other messy smells, and Liang Le was close to collapse:

"This is not a fragrance at all, why should we pack it!"

Qiu Boya was furious: "It's so annoying, if you want to share it, you can share it, so many words!"

"Are you a puppet? No thought, no sense of smell. Would you jump if someone told you to jump off a building?"

Pulling off the mask and throwing it on the ground, Liang Le's exquisite makeup was spent most of it due to sweat, and he pointed at Qiu Boya and cursed:

"Just like you, you still want to hook up with rich people. You are full of poverty and disgusting. I won't accompany you!"

"Dong" kicked towards the glass automatic door. Liang Le wanted to flaunt his might and leave, but unexpectedly, the tempered glass was too strong, and her high-heeled shoes couldn't bear it. Cut off the heel in two.

The center of gravity was unstable, Liang Le grabbed the air with both hands, and fell face down on the smooth floor like a dog chewing mud:

"Ouch."

Jin Miao, who watched the whole process: It seems that later, someone will have to check whether the door has been kicked down, and someone will send a maintenance reimbursement bill to her house.

"Aren't you cold-blooded?"

Rubbing his swollen knee, Liang Le looked at the two indifferent boys in the sample room in disbelief, and cursed angrily:

"Gays are vicious!"

"What a strange thing!"

Rolling his big eyes, Qiu Boya turned around and saw that Jin Miao continued to work silently, as if nothing happened, he gritted his teeth and choked out a sentence:

"Why do you pretend to be trying hard?"

"what?"

Without stopping the work at hand, Jin Miao just raised his eyes and asked casually:

"Are you talking about me?"

"Is there anyone else here?"

Jealousy burned him like a raging fire. The more Qiu Boya looked at Jin Miao, the more disgusting his face became. This man just came here dressed as a garbage university graduate to let others relax their vigilance; Find out that this is just a joke, why?Isn't it just by betraying yourself and marrying a good old Gong!

"I do not understand what you mean."

After completing a set of packaging, Jin Miao carefully classified them, and then proceeded to the next set:

"Since we entered the internship program, I have been better than you in every grade, aren't you pretending?"

Half raised his head and gave Qiu Boya a playful look, and Jin Miao teased:

"Why do you pretend to be weaker than me?"

"you……"

Being speechless by his swallowing, Qiu Boya's hand holding the flask was trembling, and it took him a while to retort:

"You are obviously a rich man, why do you pretend to be an ordinary intern? You don't need this position at all. It's really bad to watch me compete with you with all my might!"

"You're not me, why should you say that you don't need it?"

It was rare for him to stop his homework, Jin Miao turned to face him, and pulled off his mask with serious eyes:

"It's Huo Xinhong who is rich, not me. Please make it clear. You are working hard, and I am the same. I respect you as an opponent, so I have always taken every task seriously. Please be a man with some self-respect."

Even if I can crush you casually, Jin Miao didn't say this sentence, he continued:

"Here, let me give you a piece of advice. I don't know if your vision is limited and you can't understand it. Working hard at work is not the patent of the poor. Most rich people work as hard as you do."

After that, Jin Miao and Qiu Boya didn't speak a word until they got off work.

Instead, seeing Jin Miao come out of the sample room, Zheng Shanru was so surprised that her face was crooked. She put her hands in the pockets of her lab coat, and pretended to walk up casually, "concerned" and asked:

"How? Oh, the smell is so strong, will it affect you when you go home?"

Seeing that Jin Miao was just perfunctory and didn't take it to heart, she gritted her teeth and made indirect remarks:

"It's just like this in our line of business. It's been like this for the past two or three years. It's been hard."

I don’t need two or three years, Jin Miao thought, and calmly replied:

"Thank you senior for reminding me, I have been educated, see you tomorrow."

"hateful."

Tightening the ballpoint pen in his hand tightly, Zheng Shanru was so angry that his orifices were filled with smoke, and his eyes were about to burst into flames:

If you are not allowed to leave automatically, I will take your last name.

"Why do you have to take a taxi home by yourself?"

Jin Miao's message was sent, and Huo Xinhong's phone call came in the next second, and the words were half puzzled and half unhappy:

"What's wrong with my car? Shall we go buy a new one tomorrow?"

"It's not bad."

Sighing lightly, Jin Miao couldn't laugh or cry, and patiently explained:

"I've been dispensing samples all day today, and my body smells like a piece of moldy bacon soaked in bad perfume."

In the backseat of the closed car is a biochemical weapon. He himself would vomit if he smelled it, and joked:

"You may not be able to imagine it just by describing it, but after you smell it, you might want to divorce me."

"What nonsense!"

Not liking the word "divorce", Huo Xinhong had a flash of inspiration, and slyly hid the unruly thoughts in his words:

"I have a shower room in my office, you come here to wash and go back, won't it be solved?"

"Huh? Really?"

Not aware of anything wrong at all, Jin Miao really thought that Huo Xinhong had helped a lot, and responded anxiously:

"Okay, I can't wait to take a shower as soon as possible, it's too timely."

Unable to stop the corners of his mouth from rising, Huo Xinhong clenched his fists against his nose, trying to hold back his complacency:

"Come here, don't worry, I'll send the chores to buy a new suit."

From the internal passage directly to the general manager's office, Jin Miao was very concerned about the smell on his body, so he shouted at Huo Xinhong from a distance of three meters:

"Cover your nose! Don't come here!"

Huo Xinhong: ...Why is it like robbing a bank?

Insisting on not letting him approach, Jinmiao asked embarrassedly, "Where is the shower room? I'll go there by myself."

"Thank you."

Huo Xinhong's eyes dimmed as he looked at the little cat heading straight for the shower, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.

"Speaking of which, the treatment of the general manager is really good."

Drenched in hot water, Jin Miao was free to take a look at the "Sparrow is small and well-equipped" shower room. There are scented and scented bath lotions, soft bath towels, and there is no drop of water on the sink, which is comparable to luxury hotel.

"Miaomiao, your clothes haven't been delivered yet. There are two pieces of my shirt and underwear inside. You can make do with it first, okay?"

"understood."

Hearing Huo Xinhong's words, Jin Miao responded, put on his shirt without thinking, dried his hair, and walked out of the shower.

When the door of the shower room opened, Huo Xinhong just hid his new clothes, looked back at the person walking towards him, and was instantly frozen in place:

Jin Miao's shiny black hair was half-wet and half-dry, hanging obediently beside his pink ears. There were still drops of water on his slender eyelashes, the faint blush on his cheeks hadn't faded, and his wet black eyes were as innocent as a deer.

Stepping on the wool carpet, the five toes are slightly curved, as cute as white jade beads.

Huo Xinhong was a head taller than Jin Miao, so the hem of his shirt was long, and the top two buttons were unbuttoned, revealing a large patch of pink that made people think. Except for the shirt, there was nothing else on his body.

As he swayed as he walked, Huo Xinhong could easily see more of the flow of spring.

Even if he has seen everything on Jin Miao's body that should be seen or not, when the person he loves walks up to him unsuspectingly wearing his own clothes, Huo Xinhong can only feel his blood boiling:

The whole person in front of him, everything is so joyful, want to occupy him, let him cry his name.

The dream seems to have come true, Huo Xinhong thought so, his Adam's apple couldn't help slipping:

Compared with not wearing it, it is more attractive to hide it.

"what happened?"

Unaware that he had strayed into the tiger's lair, Jin Miao had just washed his body and felt very happy. He walked up to him briskly, tilted his head and asked:

"When will my clothes be ready?"

"Who cares about the clothes?"

Holding his hands, Huo Xinhong pushed Jin Miao, who hadn't recovered from his senses, against the floor-to-ceiling window. It was the rush hour for get off work, and there was a steady flow of people downstairs.

The reflections of the two were reflected on the window, and when Jin Miao saw the dark surge in Huo Xinhong's eyes through the glass, he finally realized how big a mistake he had made.

Gentle kisses mixed with hot and humid breath spread over Jinmiao's pinna, earlobe, cheeks, and corners of eyes, like a sweet storm, Huo Xinhong tightened his hands, like a beast about to devour its prey, and his hoarse and deep voice was alluring Drilled into Jin Miao's ears:

"You sent yourself to the door, washed yourself clean, and put on my clothes. What do you think will happen next?"

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1. Jin Miao: There are too many rivals in love, I have a good vision (sneer

Huo Xinhong: There is a faint premonition that he will be cleaned up

2. Jin Miao: Careless!

Huo Xinhong: Who will believe

Sorrel: The national flower of Ireland.The vitality of this kind of grass is extremely tenacious, no matter how harsh the conditions are, it can take root and sprout. Irish people take it as a symbol of national spirit and take it all over the world.Wood sorrel is generally three-leaf, and it is said that people who can find four-leaf wood sorrel will be lucky, so four-leaf wood sorrel is also called "lucky grass".