Super love after marriage: abstinent Mr. Huo flirts with his sleepy pregnant wife

Wen Jiu grasped Huo Beimo's slender fingers on his shoulders with one hand, and hugged his strong waist with the other hand. Huo Beimo half pressed on her, but he was worried about Wen Jiu's body, so he pressed down The strength was just right, so as not to put pressure on Wen Jiu, but his whole body hugged her body fully.

It was as if he was demonstrating to Yu Tingsheng on the side, taking his possessiveness to the extreme.

"Is it so serious? Why don't we go to the hospital?" Wen Jiu said worriedly.

"Just take me home. I'll ask Lao Ling to come over later."

Huo Beimo has his own personal doctor, but his personal doctor is just a decoration. He has always been in good health and will rarely ask him to come to his home. It happens that Ling Shuai, a doctor friend, lives next door. Although he is an expert in vegetative resuscitation, It doesn’t mean that we won’t treat other diseases.

Especially since he only suffered a minor injury.

So Wen Jiu helped him and walked towards the villa.

Because Huo Beimo was jumping and walking, he walked very slowly. It was equivalent to walking with his arm around her shoulders.

When we finally arrived at the door of Huo Beimo's villa, Wen Jiu stopped.

She just wanted Huo Beimo to jump back alone, but unexpectedly, he took the lead and said to Yu Tingsheng beside him: "Yu Tingsheng, give me the things, you can go back first."

"Beimo, that..."

Huo Beimo didn't listen to Yu Tingsheng at all and took the shopping bag from Yu Tingsheng's hand.

He continued to hold Wen Jiu's shoulders, and his warm breath fell ambiguously on her soft ears: "Let's go."

Wen Jiu could only say to Yu Tingsheng: "Brother Sheng, I will help him in."

Yu Tingsheng hesitated, wanting to remind Huo Beimo that there was a layer of yellow dried mud powder from head to toe, and his face was also covered with a thin layer of earth powder, which damaged his image.

However, Hobeimo was so unfriendly to him that he had no chance to remind him.

He could only watch the two ambiguous figures entering the courtyard. After a while, he picked up Yu Chen and returned to the villa next door.

Wen Jiu helped Huo Beimo to the sofa in the living room. Just as he was approaching the soft sofa, he suddenly fell down on the sofa, as if he couldn't sit still. He put his arm around Wen Jiu's shoulders to keep her balanced. She also fell into his lap.

The two of them seemed to have accidentally fallen on the sofa, but it also seemed like he had done it deliberately.

Wen Jiu found herself sitting on Huo Beimo's thigh, and even felt a warm softness. She suddenly turned red.

As if she had been burned, she stood up and left his strong thighs. Instead, Wen Jiu lowered his head in panic and rummaged through the shopping bag to hide his embarrassment.

During this period, Huo Beimo stared at her spring eyes with a half-smile.

Wen Jiu took out the instant noodles Huo Beimo had just bought from his shopping bag and said to him, "Mr. Huo, I'm going back first. You can call Doctor Ling later."

She was eager to leave.

"Um...I suddenly remembered that I didn't eat tonight and I'm a little hungry now. Can you cook me something to eat?" Hobeimo stared at the shopping bag in her hand.

Thinking that these things of hers were originally meant to be cooked for Yu Tingsheng, she felt extremely uncomfortable.

Wen Jiu replied expressionlessly: "Mr. Huo, our relationship has actually been terminated. I have no obligation to cook food for you. If you are hungry, you should order takeout or ask a servant to cook for you."

Huo Beimo's expression suddenly darkened.

She can make food for Yu Tingsheng, but not him?

Sure enough, their relationship was much shallower than Yu Tingsheng's.

Just as Wen Jiu turned around, behind him, Huo Beimo suddenly made a long and forbearing hissing sound. He hugged his right leg that was dragging along with his hands.

Only then did Wen Jiu turn around.

"Are you OK?"

"The leg seems to be seriously injured." Huo Beimo's painful expression, combined with his gray-haired face, made him feel a bit pitiful.

"Then call Dr. Ling quickly." Wen Jiu frowned.

"But now I'm... hungry."

Huo Beimo's hair was still stained with yellow dirt, and his shirt and trousers were also stained with a lot of shit-yellow dirt. He was so embarrassed that it was completely inconsistent with his identity.

Huo Beimo was trying to protect her just now, so he lured those people away on his own. In addition, he had helped her before, but he was injured like this. It would be too unkind for her to leave like this.

Then he reluctantly agreed: "Then I'll help you cook the instant noodles."

Wen Jiu said, taking Huo Beimo's own instant noodles into the kitchen without mentioning the other items in her shopping bag.

Huo Beimo shook his head helplessly.

This woman is really stingy.

Can't he eat some of what she bought?

While she was cooking instant noodles, Huo Beimo hesitated for a while and finally called Ling Shuai.

Although he was worried that when Ling Shuai came, his broken skin wound would have healed automatically, but if Ling Shuai was not called over, Wen Jiu would definitely be suspicious.

No matter what, he didn't want Wen Jiu to leave so soon.

After hanging up the phone, Huo Beimo's eyes fell in the direction of the kitchen again.

By this time Wen Jiu had already boiled water.

The kitchen, which had been without smoke for several days, finally had smoke coming from the kitchen. The scene of that slender figure standing busy in front of the stove actually made him feel at ease and warm.

It turned out that he preferred the scene after Wen Jiu's arrival to the deserted home.

In less than five minutes, Wen Jiu came towards him carrying hot instant noodles.

"Be careful of scalding." Huo Beimo reminded in a low voice.

When Wen Jiu put the instant noodles on the coffee table, Huo Beimo suddenly grabbed her wrist.

"Don't leave yet, wait until Lao Ling is coming soon." Huo Beimo raised his eyelids and stared into her eyes with burning eyes.

Wen Jiu thought, maybe Huo Beimo was really seriously injured.

I've never seen him look so nervous before.

Then he nodded and sat down next to Huo Beimo.

In fact, Huo Beimo had just returned from having dinner at the company. Although Wen Jiu planned to treat him, because he was pregnant with the baby, he ate a lot every day and had just eaten before going to the supermarket, so now, the two of them No one is hungry.

But Huo Beimo still picked up the instant noodles that Wen Jiu had just cooked and started eating them.

He didn't know whether it was because he rarely ate instant noodles, or because instant noodles were cooked for a long time, but he actually found them very delicious. In a few seconds, he finished the entire bowl of noodles, not even the soup left.

Wen Jiu looked at the empty bowl of noodles in surprise, as smooth as washing, and thought. It seemed that Huo Beimo was really hungry.

At this time, Ling Shuai walked into the hall door.

"Lao Huo, what's going on?"

While Ling Shuai was talking, he realized that Wen Jiu was also there.

Turning around, when his eyes fell on the face of Huo Beimo, who looked as embarrassed as if he had been bombarded, he couldn't help laughing.

I'm afraid Huo Beimo doesn't even know what he looks like now, right? That's why he sat upright as confidently as before, probably because he thought he was so handsome.