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

Although Xiao inherited Lu Qiao's talent and never learned painting systematically, he is very spiritual.

The painting is very good, with the innocence unique to children, very cute.

It was a picture of Lu Qiao, Qi Yu and himself celebrating their birthday together, holding hands, with candles lit in the middle, all three of them had happy smiles on their faces, like a family.

This is the best birthday present Qi Yu has ever received.

"Suibao gave me a gift, I like it very much, thank you."

Although Xiao blushed excitedly, "As long as uncle likes it."

The little guy is as cute as a jellybean, and he really wants people to pinch his face.

Lu Qiao rubbed his hair, and handed over the prepared birthday gift, "Happy birthday, Ayu, I wish you peace, joy, happiness and well-being."

Only on this day, as another person, would she call him that.

He had never had a birthday before, but since she appeared, this is the day he looks forward to the most every year. She will call his name, which is the best thing he has ever heard.

Every sound is precious to him.

Qi Yu was in a daze for a moment, his smile was as gentle as a spring breeze, "Thank you."

The birthday present that Lu Qiao chose was a safety buckle, which had a very good meaning and was used to keep you safe.

Probably she didn't notice it herself, the gift she gave was very similar to the safety buckle she wore around her neck, like a couple's style worn by couples.

The smile on the corner of Qi Yu's mouth was even deeper.

Being able to have a couple's style with her, even if it is unintentional, is the most obscure sweetness to him.

He put the safety buckle on himself directly.

The round jade fell into the clothes and stuck to his skin. The coolness flowed into the bottom of his heart along the skin, and gradually turned into warmth.

Qi Yu's current gaze somehow made Lu Qiao unable to look directly at her. She withdrew her hand and touched the tip of her nose, "Ayu, have you had breakfast yet?"

Qi Yu said jokingly: "Not yet, there is not Chef Lu at home today, the whole kitchen belongs to you, how dare others go in casually."

Today's Qi Yu is different from usual, more relaxed.

Lu Qiao would also feel much more relaxed when getting along, and could even joke with Qi Yu.

"Then you wait in the living room, I will show you now, and let you have a taste of what it means to be a real chef."

"Okay, Chef Lu, then I'll wait and see."

Lu Qiao was very familiar with the layout of Qi Yu's villa, so he touched the kitchen directly.

I don't know if I just bought it, but the things are very complete, so I don't have to worry about finding ingredients for cooking.

Qi Yu is also a standard Huaguo, he likes to have porridge for breakfast.

There are wrapped steamed buns in the refrigerator, steamed a few on high heat, and cooked porridge, while Lu Qiao was busy making some side dishes.

Qi Yu stood quietly outside the door watching, Lu Qiao was as busy as a bee, and she was very lively in the kitchen by herself.

Qi Yu's whole body relaxed.

Due to work, he seldom eats in his own house, and basically eats three meals a day outside. The kitchen in this villa is almost a decoration.

Therefore, he had not heard such a pyrotechnic voice for a long time.

This made him feel that this cold villa was finally no longer just a place for him to sleep, it was a home, a home that belonged exclusively to him.

Qi Yu looked at Lu Qiao's back, and a little bit of warmth was injected into his heart, which made him feel particularly at ease.