After she died, Mr. Bo knelt in front of the tombstone and cried like a dog.

Qiao Yu tilted her neck, feeling a little itchy by him, "Why are you becoming more and more like a potato, picking out troubles when I'm doing something?"

Bo Hanshi looked at her beautiful side face and twitched the corners of his lips: "Maybe I like the hostess just like Tudou."

Qiao Yu turned off the fire and took out the vegetables and eggs.

Just two bowls of vegetable and egg noodles that look delicious and nutritious.

"Bring it over and eat."

Bo Hanshi didn't move, but his big hands still held her waist firmly, leaning against her neck and suddenly said: "Yuyu, let's go get the certificate."

He can't wait to be happy.

She was standing here, wearing his shirt, simply cooking him a bowl of noodles, and he was already deeply immersed in this scene.

He almost had the illusion for a moment that they had begun married life.

Qiao Yu was slightly startled and turned to look at him, "But my household registration book is not here. Before you get the certificate, you should tell my father."

Bo Hanshi nodded, "That's natural. I'll visit you again on New Year's Eve."

"Then what if my dad doesn't let go?"

Bo Hanshi was half joking and half serious, "Then I will stay with Yan's family until he lets go."

Qiao Yu smiled: "Is there ever a time when Bao Han is such a rogue?"

"Yuyu, I have been thinking about my married life with you for eight years."

Eight years is long enough.

But it’s also delicious.

For some reason, Qiao Yu's nose felt a little sore.

The two of them were sitting at the island in the open kitchen eating noodles.

It had been many years since the last time Qiao Yu made him noodles.

Although they are so entangled with each other, their daily lives are very little.

However, Qiao Yu rarely cooks because her lungs are bad and she coughs violently easily when she smells cooking fumes. When we were together at that time, she was not allowed to cook during the cold weather. When she occasionally cooked, she just cooked some noodles.

Qiao Yu was eating noodles with her head down when she noticed that Bao Hanshi hadn't moved his chopsticks yet, so he took out his cell phone and took a photo.

Qiao Yu was suspicious: "These noodles are almost lumpy, what's so good about taking pictures?"

Bo Hanshi didn't say anything. After taking the photo, he picked up his chopsticks and ate the noodles.

When you're finished eating and it's cold, throw the dishes and chopsticks into the dishwasher.

He had never used the dishwasher himself, so he studied how to use it for a while.

Qiao Yu asked: "Have you resigned Mrs. Zhang and Chef Zhang?"

"No, you and Xiao Xiangsi left, and I asked them to go home on vacation. I don't need them alone, and I almost never eat at home."

Qiao Yu hugged his waist from behind and said, "Call them back."

Hearing this, Bo Hanshi raised his eyebrows slightly, "Xiao Xiangsi is coming back?"

"No, I want to come back."

Qiao Yu's voice was light.

Bo Hanshi was startled. He turned around and looked at her, "Make me happy?"

"Who made you happy? Forget it if you don't believe me."

"..." Bo Hanshi pulled her into his arms, "Didn't you lie to me?"

Qiao Yu said "Yes": "But I came back with a mission, mainly to take care of Fengxing's branch in the imperial capital. My dad said that I was allowed to do it freely, and he also asked me to follow you. study."

"So, Mr. Bo, can you give me some advice in the future?"

Bo Hanshi suddenly picked her up, held her waist and hips with his big hands, and carried her to the kitchen counter.

"Teach me some advice first."

Qiao Yu sat and he stood between her legs.

She put her arms around his neck and asked, "What?"

His knuckled hands held her legs and placed them on her waist. He kissed her with a deep voice: "Let's start with the kiss."

He played with her legs.

"Clap."

The slippers fell off her feet.

The kiss became more and more intense.

When they were about to lose control of each other, Bo Hanshi still maintained a trace of restraint: "I remember four weeks passed?"

"..."

In fact, it has been more than four weeks, and they haven't done it in a long time.

But Bo Hanshi was still afraid of hurting her, so he stopped moving his hands and was about to hold her to sleep.

Qiao Yu sat on the cooking table, leaned forward slightly, held his face in her hands, and kissed him again.

Bao Hanshi's big hands around her waist tightened more and more, and he said with a hint of warning: "If you do this again, will I really stop being a human being?"

Qiao Yu's heartbeat quickened and her watery eyes stared straight at him: "You don't want to?"

"..."

He was stunned for a few seconds.

His last trace of calmness and reason completely collapsed.

The fabric of the shirt on his chest was completely crumpled.

Each other's breaths became increasingly rapid and messy.

While kissing her, he raised his hand to unbutton her shirt. She had already unbuttoned two buttons, but she only unbuttoned two more buttons during the cold period, and the shirt fell off her shoulders effortlessly. The fabric of her shirt was piled around her waist.

She subconsciously shrank into his arms, her white fingers clenched the fabric on his shoulders, and urged him: "Go to the room."