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

Huo Yan looked at her indifferently, as if looking at an uninvited guest who invaded his territory, "Why are you here?"

Lu Qiao choked, "Yesterday you had a fever, and there was no one around you except the driver, so I decided to stay and take care of you."

She brought the porridge and side dishes to Huo Yan, "I heard from the driver that you didn't eat last night and you had a high fever. Your stomach must be uncomfortable now. I cooked porridge. You can drink some, it will make you feel better." .”

Huo Yan planned to refuse without even thinking about it, but somehow, the words became, "Put it down, I will eat it, and you can go out of my apartment."

Huo Yan didn't reject the porridge she made directly, Lu Qiao was really relieved, and put the porridge on the table, she said in a warm voice, "I think you can go after eating."

Huo Yan's back was indifferent, and his deep voice unceremoniously gave her a word, "Get lost."

Lu Qiao's hand trembled, exposing the wounds where the finger pulps were cut to the point where they were still bleeding.

She wiped off the blood, and clenched her hands tightly.

In fact, she doesn't know how to cook very much. The eldest lady of the Lu family is pampered and pampered. She wants to keep her fingers in the sun. When they are in love, Huo Yan often teases her with this, saying that he has a girlfriend who is rich and precious, and will marry her back in the future. At home, if you don't hire a nanny, the two will starve to death.

Every time, Lu Qiao would scold him with words like "starve to death, starve to death, if you have the ability, you will look better when you die", but you have always wanted to learn how to cook and cook a meal for Huo Yan.

When she was a teenager, she pretended to be romantic and always wanted to give him many, many surprises in ordinary life, so she secretly learned to cook without telling him.

The young lady who has not even touched the kitchen range hood a few times in the past ten years, really only has the word "tragic" to describe it when she wants to learn to cook.

I don't know how many pots were burned, how many times my fingers were cut by knives, and how many blisters were scalded by oil before I finally made something edible.

After learning how to cook, she excitedly cooked a table full of dishes, intending to surprise Huo Yan, but before she had time to call him, she waited for a check from Si Yun'an.

Later, half of the poor-looking meal went into her stomach and half into the trash can.

Now, after seven years, Huo Yan could finally taste the food she cooked. She didn't expect that all she got was a "fuck off".

How sad and how ridiculous.

Lu Qiao took off her apron silently, and left Huo Yan's apartment in silence, without saying a word of grievance, and without arguing with him, she just closed the door and left quietly.

Huo Yan turned his head, the door was closed tightly, and for some reason, a feeling of irritability surged up in his heart, he swears in a low voice, glanced at the steaming porridge on the dining table, his eyes darkened, but he didn't sit down Eat, but stride to the bathroom.

After washing, the sickness from last night was gone, and I felt relaxed.

After wiping his wet hair, he took out his phone and checked the time. When it was almost time to go to work, he turned on his toes and walked to the kitchen.

The assistant in the kitchen refrigerator always has bread for him, which is very convenient for him to eat on the way before going to work in the morning.

Passing by the dining table, he saw the bowl of porridge from the corner of his eye. Huo Yan stopped in his tracks, pulled the stool away, and sat down by the dining table.

The porridge was already cold, but Huo Yan didn't dislike it, and ate it with side dishes.

Looking at the empty porridge bowl, his frown that had been tightly frowned gradually relaxed.