After the divorce, he regretted his ex-husband too much

"You go out, I'll dry my hair and go to sleep." Qiao Ran hurried away.

"Either I dry your hair for you, or you dry it in front of me!" Han Mo said domineeringly.

Qiao Ran doesn't like being ordered by others, but the other party is too powerful, she can't do it, so she can only compromise.

Picking up the hair dryer, he blows his hair slowly.

She really doesn't like blowing her hair, the hot wind blows her head too uncomfortable, and the cold wind blows her hair too slowly.

So every time I put my hair on the bed and fell asleep in the natural air-dried hair.

After blowing for a few minutes, Qiao Ran looked at the man in the mirror who had been working as a supervisor with his arms folded.

"It's blown dry, can you go now?"

The man glanced at Qiao Ran in the mirror, stretched out his slender hand to pick up the hair dryer on the dressing table, and turned on a cold wind to blow Qiao Ran's hair.

"I said that the hair has been blown dry, don't you understand?" Qiao Ran said as he was about to snatch the hair dryer from Han Mo's hand.

"If you don't sit down obediently, your wish to sleep alone tonight will come to naught!"

Is this threatening her to sleep with her if he doesn't let him blow his hair?

What a disgusting dog man.

If she had known that he could cheat a dead body back to life, she would have practiced hard in the past two years.

Qiao Ran, whose strength was overwhelmed, showed a bright smile.

"Then it's hard work, General Han!"

Qiao Ran sat on the chair, closed her eyes and didn't look at Han Mo, and let Han Mo's slender fingers flutter through her hair. Occasionally, he would massage her tense brain with moderate force.

Originally, I closed my eyes and didn't look at Han Mo, so that I wouldn't let myself look at that handsome face.

But before he knew it, he fell asleep leaning against the soft back of the chair during his professional comfortable massage.

Under the light, looking at Qiao Ran's defenseless sleeping face, Han Mo let the suppressed madness surge out of his heart.

In the dark eyes, there is endless greed, madness and pity.

Gently reaching out to touch the two pale pink scars on her face, her eyes are full of tenderness that can melt glaciers.

If he had arrived earlier that day, her face would not have been scratched.

It would not leave these two blemishes on her perfect face.

Although she was always perfect in his eyes, he didn't want others to find flaws to attack her.

Gently picking up Qiao Ran and placing him on the big soft bed, Han Mo gently held Qiao Ran in his arms.

After waking up and leaving Ancheng two years ago, he never thought that one day, he would be able to hold her in his arms again like this.

When he arrived in the Xixing war zone, he recuperated from his injuries for a few days, and he went to work before his body recovered.

In order to teach the enemy a bloody lesson, the counterattack he chose was decisive.

And took this opportunity to make everyone think that he died for a hero.

Because he felt that he would die soon, instead of letting his family feel heartbroken after a few months, it would be better to digest the pain together while the pain of parting was still there.

So he contacted the Han family, and Mr. Han was even more happy when he saw him in shock.

Hearing his plan to feign death and leave the Wen family, she happily agreed to cooperate with him.

With Mr. Han's help, the feigned death went smoothly.

Since then, he has lived under the name of Han Mo.

Although he contacted Mr. Han, he didn't let Mr. Han announce his identity immediately.

He said that he would return to the Han family with honor after making contributions in the Xixing war zone, so that everyone in the Han family would be convinced by him.

Seeing that he was so determined, Mr. Han, of course, readily agreed.

In the Xixing theater, no matter what the task was, he would personally do it.

Repel the provocative attacks of the border enemy forces again and again!

Destroy criminal gangs one by one!

The corrupt worms in the army ended in his hands.

It took him half a year to earn the title of 'Living Hades' in the Xixing theater!

Just when he thought he was going to die soon, the military medic who had been treating him when he was injured worked out a way to treat the virus in his body.

After he entered the Xixing War Zone, he realized that the military doctor had been secretly conducting research on the study of different arts, so that when the Thunder Lion War resumed, the previous tragedy of annihilating the entire army would not happen again.

Under the treatment of the military doctor, he felt better every day.

He didn't dare to plan to meet Qiao Ran until two months ago, when the military doctor said that the toxin in his body had completely subsided and he was sure that his life would not be affected by the poison.

Lu Qishan's birthday party today is the best time for him to meet her.

As if even the heavens were helping him, he was attacked on the way back from the presidential palace.

He was injured on purpose, just to find a reason to approach her and let her bandage him.

Han Mo is used to the tense life of disregarding his life in the past two years and focusing on his career. Suddenly, he hugged a soft person in his arms and felt as unreal as sitting on a soft cloud.

He breathed carefully, looked at her softly, for fear that his breathing would be loud and wake her up from sleep, and then kicked him out of bed ruthlessly.

Her eyebrows, her temperature, her breath, and her pink lips all made him crazy obsessed.

Especially when he thought of the soft, soft and sweet touch of those lips when he kissed them, he really wanted to press her down hard and realize his wish at the moment before he passed out in the ruins two years ago.

He must love her very much!

But he knew that when he came back by feigning death, he broke her heart, and she hated him very much.

She won't accept him for a while, so even if he wanted to hug her again, Han Mo still let her go gently and stood up.

Under the light, looking at Qiao Ran's sleeping gentle face, Han Mo's mouth twitched into a faint satisfied smile.

Qiao Ran, I'm back.

The coming day is long, I will wait for you slowly.

Wait until the day you are willing to open your heart and love me.

It doesn't matter if that day is a year, two years, or a lifetime.

I will always wait!

……

After leaving the bedroom, Han Mo went to the study, turned on the computer, and typed a line among the three of him, Pei Jinyi, and Zhou Yu.

Han Mo: "Zhou Yu, check what happened at Lu Sijun's banquet, especially Lu Mengyao and Lu Ruoxi."

Zhou Yu: "Yes, boss!"

Pei Jinyi: "The battle is over so soon? Your fighting power is a little weak. I thought you thought about hundreds of people day and night. You will fight until dawn tonight!"

Zhou Yu: "Go away, Boss is not the kind of person who takes advantage of others."

Pei Jinyi: "They are all old couples, and using that method is the most normal, safest and most effective method, Lao Mo, don't be a gentleman, or I will despise you!"

Zhou Yu: "Boss, I don't know what love is, but I think the worst thing to do is to have a conscience. Two years ago, you were smashed to save Qiao Ran, but she didn't care about you. You stayed in the wilderness, your injured eye was almost blind that time, and it recovered after many surgeries. A pair of beautiful double eyelids also became single eyelids after many repairs. You forgot the ones she gave you Is it a pain in the heart?"

Han Mo: "When you meet someone you really like, you will know that for her, you can risk your life without hesitation, let alone your eyes. I know you love me, but in my life, nothing but She, don't want to know any woman anymore, I just want her to be my wife, do you understand?"

Pei Jinyi: "Boss, don't bother with him. He has well-developed limbs and a simple mind. He will never know how wonderful love is. You have experienced so many lives and deaths, and you know what you want and what you want better than anyone else." If you like Qiao Ran, go for it bravely, and I support you."

Zhou Yu: "Pei Jinyi, you bastard, you have kidney deficiency, and you will die on a woman's body for the rest of your life!"

Pei Jinyi: "I'm happy, I'm happy, the taste of a woman is so wonderful, I've experienced it, but you don't know the taste of a woman in your 30s, it's just a waste of time, as a man, I feel ashamed for you."

Zhou Yu: "What do you know? My name is Ning Que Wu Lan. It's not like you are a boar who can get anything."

Seeing the two fighting each other in the group, Qiao Ran's cute sleeping face like a cat appeared in Han Mo's mind.

During the two times they were together, Qiao Ran made him experience the ultimate wonderful taste each time. More than anyone else, he wanted to use the most normal, safest and most effective way to solve problems as an old couple.

But reality doesn't allow it!

Han Mo didn't reply to their words, got up and left the study to the kitchen.

Take out the flour and yeast from the cabinet, knead the dough skillfully in the basin, knead the dough, cover it with plastic wrap, and then take out fresh meat, shallots, eggs, long beans, tofu, and bean paste from the refrigerator.

He wants to mix bun stuffing, fresh meat buns, bean buns, tofu buns, and red bean paste buns.

When people are waiting for death, they will have many strange wishes.

His greatest wish is to have another meal that Qiao Ran cooked for him.

After feigning death, he didn't even have the courage to investigate Qiao Ran's news, let alone beat around the bush to ask Qiao Ran to cook for him.

So he did it himself!

Relying on the taste in memory, I cook over and over again.

After countless times of frying the dark cooking in the kitchen, he finally made a meal that tasted similar to Qiao Ran's.

It's just that the taste is similar, but it doesn't make up for the regret in his heart.

Only then did he realize that it wasn't her who made it, and anyone who made it tasted bad, including himself.

After adjusting all the ingredients, Han Mo wrapped the stuffing and put it in the refrigerator. In the weather of March, the noodles had just been delivered at six o'clock tomorrow morning.

When the time comes, make the buns, just right for breakfast.