Reborn Sweet Wife: Quan Shao's favorite

Putting down the casserole, Huo Jingyuan lifted the lid, and a burst of fragrance wafted into the air.

Qiao Ruoqing sniffed her nose twice, a little surprised, "The taste of this soup is the same as that made by Aunt Tang!"

"I learned it from my mother." Huo Jingyuan said, and put a bowl of soup in front of Qiao Ruoqing, "Try it."

Qiao Ruoqing didn't think there was anything wrong, so she picked up the bowl and took a sip.

It's a little different from Aunt Tang's soup, it's lighter, but it's also delicious.

"Brother Huo, your skills are good." Qiao Ruoqing praised her sincerely for the countless times.

Huo Jingyuan didn't say anything, and ate slowly with chopsticks, but Qiao Ruoqing, who was sitting across from him, ate happily, and she didn't look like a young lady at all.

The meal was coming to an end, and Qiao Ruoqing thought of something belatedly.

Raising her eyebrows to look at Huo Jingyuan, she slightly tightened her hand holding the chopsticks, looking cautious, "Brother Huo, are you kidding me?"

Huo Jingyuan looked up at her, with obvious doubts in his eyes.

After thinking about it, Qiao Ruoqing still didn't have the courage to watch Huo Jingyuan say that, she lowered her head slightly, avoiding Huo Jingyuan's sight, and asked, "Do you think it's shameful that I can't even cook? "

This time, Huo Jingyuan quickly answered: "No."

"But you can do it as a man, but I can't..." Qiao Ruoqing was even more embarrassed.

Huo Jingyuan's expression was very indifferent, "It's just a personal hobby."

After the meal, Qiao Ruoqing took the initiative to help clean up the dishes, but she just put the tableware into the kitchen, and Huo Jingyuan was still doing the dishes.

She stood leaning against the wall by herself, and looked out the window inadvertently, it was already dark.

The neon lights are intertwined, the night is bustling, and colorful lights are intertwined, which is extremely gorgeous.

When Huo Jingyuan came out after washing the dishes, he saw her staring out the window in a daze.

Various lights in the distance reflected in her eyes, forming a bright galaxy.

Huo Jingyuan stood beside him, stuffing his hands into his pockets without saying a word.

Sensing his presence, Qiao Ruoqing turned her head away, looked this way, and blinked, "Brother Huo, I should go back."

She didn't know that Wu Shan couldn't live here.

It's getting late now, if Wu Shan lives here and sees her there when I come back, it would be bad if I misunderstood.

Huo Jingyuan nodded lightly, walked through the living room, and reached the door of a bedroom outside, put his hand on the metal doorknob, pressed slightly, and the door opened.

Qiao Ruoqing simply thought that this was a bedroom, with a bed, a wardrobe, and maybe a small sofa or something.

But when she saw the true face of this "bedroom", Qiao Ruoqing was stunned, her eyes were wide open, without blinking.

Probably for the convenience of the girl, Huo Jingyuan packed the things Tang Lan brought to Qiao Ruoqing into two 26-inch suitcases.

Just picked it up, and remembered something, took a paper bag from the table next to it and put it on the suitcase.

When he turned around, he saw the girl standing at the door, staring at him in a daze.

Looking back at the grass-green desktop, Huo Jingyuan asked, "What's wrong?"

Qiao Ruoqing walked inside involuntarily as if she had been summoned.

After entering the room and standing next to Huo Jingyuan, she pointed to the large piece of green grass and stared at Huo Jingyuan with wide eyes, "Your house actually has billiards?"

Huo Jingyuan didn't think there was anything surprising about it, but seeing Qiao Ruoqing's bright eyes, he also understood something.

Putting the two suitcases in his hand by the wall, he picked them out a bit, took out one club from a neat row, and handed it to Qiao Ruoqing, "Try it?"

Counting it, Qiao Ruoqing should not have played billiards for almost six years.

When she was in college, she liked it very much. She often went to the billiards hall with Shi Shi, but one time she met some hooligans in the arena, and she was almost bullied. Fortunately, she met Song Mingyuan.

Although Song Mingyuan helped her get out of the siege that day, he was also very unhappy. Later, Qiao Ruoqing never went there again in order to have a good image in front of him.

Now touching the club in her hand, she felt a strange feeling.

Seeing that Huo Jingyuan also took out a club and was rubbing powder leisurely, Qiao Ruoqing remembered that she had already been laughed at once because of cooking, and she didn't want to be laughed at a second time, so she stretched out her hands obediently. He held up the club and handed it back, "I don't play well."

Huo Jingyuan put Qiaofen on the black edge of the table, looked up at her, and smiled immodestly, "I'll teach you."

Qiao Ruoqing bit her lower lip, and had no choice but to take the cue back.

Huo Jingyuan played billiards very well. He leaned his upper body on the table and held the cue stick. He looked focused, his hair drooped slightly, and a strand fell in front of his forehead. The white shirt on his body moved closer to the table with his movements, letting him shoulder The lines of the back look smoother.

Qiao Ruoqing put the club on the ground and hugged it with both hands, leaned on her body, leaned her face on the club, and looked at Huo Jingyuan pitifully.

Scored three goals in a row, this is probably not the rhythm to close in one shot.

So, why did he give her the club?Isn't he having a good time by himself?

Qiao Ruoqing was a little depressed, she didn't know why, but suddenly felt a little angry.

Huo Jingyuan likes to play billiards, but he seldom goes outside to play. He feels that the environment outside is too bad, with too many people and too noisy.

So I made a table at home, and I can make gestures when I have nothing to do. Unexpectedly, Qiao Ruoqing also likes this.

Another hole-in-one, he stood up straight, and inadvertently looked at Qiao Ruoqing, and saw the girl leaning on the pole with her eyes half closed.

It seems boring.

He hooked his lips slightly, and when he shot again, he deliberately deflected, and the ball slid perfectly past the edge of the hole.

Before he could stand up, the girl who had been standing beside him as the background for a while suddenly became interested, "It's my turn, it's my turn!"

Then he came over enthusiastically with the cue, carefully selected the angle, and made a gesture.

The weather has been cold recently, and she doesn't wear skirts much. It's a thin knitted sweater with a round neck, and the front hem is tucked into jeans. As people lean over the table, her legs look more slender and straighter .

Huo Jingyuan glanced at it casually, and looked up in a very gentlemanly manner to watch the girl play.

It was a bad start, Qiao Ruoqing missed the first goal because of a hand gesture problem.

Not only did he not score, but he also hit his own ball next to the one that helped Huo Jingyuan, making a good assist.

She was a little annoyed, and poked her finger on the table angrily.

It is said that she does not practice hand-to-hand for three days, and she has not played for such a long time, and her level has not only regressed a little.

"I just said that I can't fight well." She looked at Huo Jingyuan with embarrassment and muttered in a low voice.

But even though her voice was not loud, it was still heard by Huo Jingyuan.

With a slight smile on his lips, Huo Jingyuan put down his cue, "I told you, I'll teach you."

Looking at the table, Huo Jingyuan quickly found a ball, and after checking the angle, he tapped the table in front of him lightly, "Come here."

Qiao Ruoqing went over obediently, and pointed to the ball in the center of the table, "Is that?"

"En." Huo Jingyuan nodded.

Qiao Ruoqing pondered for a while with her mouth pursed, and she was about to take a shot after she had settled her posture, but suddenly there was a touch of resistance on the club.

As soon as she turned her head, she saw Huo Jingyuan's right hand was held behind her right hand. Before she could react, a shadow suddenly appeared in front of her eyes, and she felt a sense of oppression behind her.

Huo Jingyuan stood behind her, his upper body pressed down like that, and he broke her fingers with his left hand, "Don't put your hands like this, it's easy to go astray. This way..."

The distance between the two was too close, and Qiao Ruoqing turned her head to look at Huo Jingyuan. When Huo Jingyuan spoke, his warm breath sprayed on her side face.

There was a faint smell of grass on his body, which floated into Qiao Ruoqing's nostrils, and it smelled very comfortable.

Huo Jingyuan instructed with his heart, and saw that the girl's movements were not only stiff, but also uncooperative at all. When he lowered his eyes, he found that the girl was staring at him blankly, looking a little distracted.

Under the light, her fair face seemed to be slightly flushed.

In Qiao Ruoqing's dark pupils, Huo Jingyuan clearly saw his own shadow.

Her eyelashes are very long, with a little bit of mascara, they look enchanting and seductive.

The Adam's apple rolled up and down, Huo Jingyuan turned his eyes away, "Watch the ball, don't look at me."

Only then did Qiao Ruoqing come back to her senses, she quickly turned her eyes away, her heart was in a mess, she used force indiscriminately, and poked the cue forward.

She didn't use much strength, and the ball she was aiming at was poked and rolled forward twice, swayed twice, and stopped again.

Qiao Ruoqing felt that she couldn't hit the ball well.

Huo Jingyuan still maintained the posture he taught her just now, with his left hand propped beside hers, and the watch on his wrist reflected the dazzling light.

Although I can't see it, just thinking about it makes this posture awkward...

Just looking at the time on his watch, Qiao Ruoqing lowered her head, "It's getting late, I have to go back."

"En." Huo Jingyuan responded, straightened up, carried two suitcases, and sent her downstairs.

After putting the suitcase into the trunk, Huo Jingyuan handed her the paper bag in his hand.

Qiao Ruoqing took it and looked inside, it seemed to be clothes.

"Brother Huo, thank you for today, then I'll go first." While speaking, he got into the car and put the bag on the passenger seat.

Huo Jingyuan came to the side, bent down and told her to be careful, but she didn't even look at him, she responded twice indiscriminately, and started the car.

As soon as she left the community, Qiao Ruoqing immediately pulled over and stopped the car.

There seemed to be something thumping and thumping in her chest, and she stretched out her hand to press it, and the feeling became even stronger.

The scene just now flashed through Qiao Ruoqing's mind, and Qiao Ruoqing instantly found the source of why she was so flustered.

That doesn't feel right.

She regretted it a little.

He was obviously just here to get something, why did he stay to eat?
Just eat when you eat, why do you still want to play billiards?

If you want to play billiards, you can play billiards. Why do you want Huo Jingyuan to teach you?

Just teach me, why are you still...so close.

Huo Jingyuan...he has a girlfriend...