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

"Brother Shi Mo, are you cooking for me?"

Qiao Ran's cheerful voice interrupted Han Mo's uneasy words, like an innocent child, he ran to Han Mo's side briskly, and naturally hugged Han Mo's arm: "You are cutting meat, you want to make it for me. Shredded Pork with Eggplant Flavor?"

Han Mo looked down at Qiao Ran, and saw the familiar purity and innocence in those clear eyes.

Han Mo knew she was drunk, she thought she was in a dream.

That's why I dared to be so intimate with him without restraint.

Kindly call him 'Brother Shi Mo'.

"You're drunk, I'm making you hangover soup!" Han Mo said while looking at Qiao Ran tenderly.

"Hangover soup? No, I don't want to drink hangover soup. You finally entered my dream, so I don't want to wake up!" Qiao Ran hugged Han Mo tighter, pleadingly softly: "Please, don't give it to me. Make sober soup, I don't want to be sober."

How could Han Mo stand Qiao Ran's soft and coquettish behavior, not to mention not letting him make hangover soup, even if she wanted his life, he would give it to her.

"Okay, I won't make hangover soup, then I'll make you whatever you want!" Han Mo's voice was so gentle that water dripped out, and his eyes were full of lingering tenderness.

Only when she was drunk and defenseless like a child, did he dare not suppress the mad rush of love in his body.

"I, I want to eat..." Qiao Ran curled up her red lips, her playful eyes were full of thoughts, she didn't know what she thought of, and lightly licked her red lips with her tender tongue.

Seeing Qiao Ran's cute and seductive movements, Han Mo's eyes became darker, and his Adam's apple rolled a few times involuntarily.

"I'm thinking about what I'm going to eat!" Qiao Ran said as he let go of Han Mo's hand, and took all the ingredients that filled the refrigerator to the cooking table.

Even thinking it wasn't enough, I even took out a few boxes of frozen fish below.

"I want to eat these, you make them for me." Qiao Ran pointed to the pile of ingredients on the kitchen counter, smiling brightly.

"So much, are you sure you can finish it?" Han Mo was a little dumbfounded.

With so many ingredients, there are [-] dishes to make.

This woman's appearance of being drunk and crazy is even worse than that of two years ago.

But she is so cute and charming.

"Anyway, it's in my dream. I'm not afraid that I won't be able to finish it. If I don't let you cook more dishes, I'm afraid you will disappear from my dream soon. You can make me many delicious dishes, okay?" Qiao Ran looked at Han Mo beggingly and said.

Han Mo's eyes darkened even more.

In her dream, is she reluctant to part with him?

"Just so reluctant for me to leave?" Looking at Qiao Ran, who was a head shorter than him, looking at him with pure, innocent and clear eyes, Han Mo couldn't help reaching out and gently rubbing her soft hair.

Qiao Ran was doted on by the tenderness in Han Mo's eyes, and felt that she was about to drown in his tender eyes.

She had been looking forward to the day when he came to her dream for too long.

"Well, I can't bear it, I'm very reluctant. This is the first time you came to my dream two years after your death." Qiao Ran took Han Mo's hand stroking her hair, put it on his lips and kissed again and again, like It's like kissing a peerless treasure.

Qiao Ran's actions made Han Mo's whole body tense and stiff instantly.

He could feel Qiao Ran's devotion and cherishment when he kissed him.

He never expected that Qiao Ran, who treated him coldly and unfeelingly in reality, would treat him so tenderly in his dream.

This strong contrast gave Han Mo the illusion that he was also drunk and was in Qiao Ran's dream.

It wasn't until the back of his hand was burned with damp heat that Han Mo woke up instantly.

Seeing a crystal tear drop falling on the back of his hand, Han Mo realized that he was not in a dream.

Qiao Ran really treated him like a peerless treasure.

Han Mo no longer cared about waking Qiao Ran up, he hugged Qiao Ran tightly in his arms.

Being hugged tightly, Qiao Ran felt that the illusory fear in his heart was instantly filled.

In previous dreams, he could see it, but couldn't touch it, and it disappeared soon.

But this time she clearly felt his strength, his temperature, and the touch he brought her fingertips.

After two years, he came to her dream again, which made Qiao Ran feel cherished. She hugged Han Mo tightly, fearing that if she let go, he would fly away again.

"Qiao Ran, I love you!" Han Mo, who was hugged tightly by Qiao Ran, couldn't help whispering in her ear.

'Qiao Ran, I love you! 'This sentence made Qiao Ran stiff like a spell.

what did she hear?

He said 'Qiao Ran, I love you'?

During the three years of their marriage, he also entered her dreams many times, but this was the first time he said in a dream that he loved her.

Qiao Ran slowly pushed Han Mo away, flattered and unbelievable written all over his innocent face.

"You, you said you love me? Is it true?"

Han Mo looked directly at Qiao Ran's eyes affectionately, and his eyes were full of love that couldn't be melted away.

"Qiao Ran, I love you, I love you very much!"

The four eyes met, Qiao Ran was sure this time, and a smile appeared on his innocent face as if he had won the whole world.

"Wen Shimo, I love you too. I love you more than you love me. I have loved you for ten years. No, during the two years you left, I have always loved you deeply. I have loved you for 12 years."

After Qiao Ran confessed, he stood on tiptoe, hooked Han Mo's neck, and offered his red lips.

Anyway, in a dream, she can be as bold as she wants.

But Qiao Ran's kissing skills are really pitiful, and there are only two accidents with Wen Shimo in love affairs.

Her kiss was not a kiss, but more like gnawing, like gnawing sweet and soft corn.

Han Mo was shocked by Qiao Ran's enthusiasm, and it took him a while to react. After his lips were full of saliva, he turned passive into active, and enthusiastically responded to the kiss.

Even if she would call him a rascal and shameless when she woke up, and would wish to chop him with a knife, he didn't care.

He wants to keep the sweetness of this moment.

Release those pent-up emotions and tell her how much he misses her with a kiss.

I don't know how long the kiss lasted, Qiao Ran felt that the dream he had finally fulfilled once became nothingness again.

The feeling of this kiss was so real that it made her already empty body even more empty. She just wanted to get more, and her little hands tore at Han Mo's clothes indiscriminately.

"Wen Shimo, I want you!" Qiao Ran whispered emotionally in Han Mo's ear.

"Qiao Ran, do you really love me?" Han Mo held Qiao Ran's restless little hand, his eyes were burning with crazy and emotional flames, and his voice was so hoarse that one's ears would be pregnant.

"Love, I really love you." Qiao Ran replied with a gentle and emotional voice.

"I love you too, I love you very much, so I want to save the best for our wedding night, and when we get married, you will want me again." Han Mo's eyes were full of pious sincerity.

Although he wanted her badly, physically and mentally, he knew it wasn't fair to her.

The sex he wants is that it will come naturally after she is willing, not a secret sex while others are in danger.

And he owes her a wedding, and he won't cross the line to touch her until the wedding is held.

"Marry? How do you get married when you're dead?" Qiao Ran asked in disbelief with her big bright eyes.