She divorced with her property, and her ex-husband chased her around the world

Shang Manyue sneered in her heart, did he really have no idea whether she wanted to see him or spend the holidays with him? Must ask!

But today was a day of reunion and happiness after all, and she had many good memories, and she didn't want the doggy man to add anything unpleasant to her.

"No."

Shang Manyue responded lightly, then pushed him gently, "Let go of me, I'm going to continue kneading the dough."

Huo Jingbo chuckled. He lowered his head and bit her lip, directly exposing her, "What you say is not what you mean."

But he seemed to be in a good mood and not angry. He didn't let go of Shang Manyue. Instead, he hugged her from behind, rested his chin on her shoulder, and said lazily, "You rub yours."

Shang Manyue: "...You are hindering me by doing this!"

What's more, Aunt Chen is still watching from the side. Why is he so tired?

Huo Jingbo turned a deaf ear and even urged, "If we don't make it faster, we'll be late for dinner. By the way, I like thicker skin!"

Shang Manyue was so angry that she gritted her teeth.

After three years of marriage, she had not been able to truly understand what kind of person her husband was, but in just a few months, she had seen through it all.

Huo Jingbo is more than just a dog, even dogs are not as good as other dogs!

On the surface he looks dignified and elegant, but in his heart he is a ruffian, a scoundrel and a scoundrel!

If she had seen clearly earlier, why would she have fallen into such a deep trap?

Shang Manyue tried hard to ignore the warm male body behind him, kneaded the dough carefully, and then rolled out the dumpling wrappers.

Huo Jingbo's heart trembled inexplicably when he saw this smoky look.

The four words "Quiet Time" lingered in his mind.

In his memory, he rarely celebrated this kind of festival that represented family reunion and reunion. During the festival, his father had never been overseas and his mother, Mrs. Huo, did not like such festivals. However, coupled with the fact that she had always been cold to him, his awareness of festivals was also extremely weak.

For him, there is no difference between such a festival and ordinary times. In fact, the excitement of others only sets off his desolateness.

Over time, he will feel somewhat repelled.

When he grows up, the old man will take him to live in the old house, but... the concept has been developed since he was a child, and even ingrained. He is no longer the child who longs for the holidays, and he doesn't need it anymore.

Therefore, during these festivals, he spent most of his time busy at work and socializing.

Coming back this year is considered an exception, but it's not that he wants to come back subjectively, but that he will go home every day during this period, it's just a habit.

But at this moment, the person in front of him and what he saw made him feel lucky to be back.

Although there was Huo Jingbo, a large oil bottle, behind him, Shang Manyue still made the dumpling wrappers quickly. Aunt Chen also mixed the meat filling and brought it over, ready to make dumplings.

Huo Jingbo had never been in the kitchen, let alone making dumplings. He watched Shang Manyue's skillful hands turn out a round and perfectly shaped dumpling, and he couldn't help but feel a little interested.

He poked the dimple on her cheek with his fingertips and said softly: "Mrs. Huo, I think it's very interesting. How about you teach me how to wrap it?"

Aunt Chen was surprised, "Sir, do you want to do it yourself?"

She has grown up watching Huo Jingbo. This young master is the kind of person who doesn't touch the beauty of youth.

"Yeah." Huo Jingbo's black eyes were still staring at Shang Manyue.

If possible, Shang Manyue really didn't want to have any interaction with him. She curled her lips and was thinking about how to refuse.

At this time, Aunt Chen volunteered, "Sir, if you want to learn, I will teach you."

When Shang Manyue heard this, she thought to herself, what would I do without you, Aunt Chen?

She took advantage of the situation and said, "Yes, Aunt Chen's technique is amazing. You should learn from her."

Huo Jingbo glanced coldly at Aunt Chen, who had an attentive look on her face. She was usually very discerning, but today she acted like a fool.

Does he want to learn how to make dumplings? He just wanted to have some husband-and-wife fun with Shang Manyue.

He opened his lips and said word by word, "Mrs. Huo, I want you to teach me!"

When he said this, Huo Jingbo stared straight at Shang Manyue's soft profile, not allowing her to escape him at all.

Aunt Chen also belatedly realized that something was wrong. The young couple was playing tricks. What did she have to do?

Although she criticized her husband for his poor performance some time ago and sympathized with his wife, she still had the same old ideas. If he would treat his wife wholeheartedly in the future and stop paying attention to the vixens outside, of course she would be happy to do so. Seeing that the two of them reconciled, they had a child after all, right?

She rolled her eyes, wiped her hands on her apron, and suddenly covered her stomach and said: "Sir, madam, my stomach hurts. I have to go to the toilet. You guys wrap it up first..."

After saying that, he ran quickly without waiting for their reaction.

Shang Manyue was speechless. With such exaggerated acting skills, a blind person could tell that she deliberately made excuses to slip away.

The promised Wei fans have become too fast!

Huo Jingbo was very satisfied. He curled his lips slightly, took the apron from the wall and hung it around his neck. Then he walked to Shang Manyue and looked down at her, "Manyue, tie it on for me."

Shang Manyue glanced at him, the successful smile on his face was undisguised, making people want to punch him a few times.

She suppressed her dissatisfaction, put her hands around his thin waist, and helped him tie the belt.

The woman is so close that you can smell the fragrance of her hair when you lower your head. From this angle, you can also see her very curly and thick eyelashes and fair skin so tender that you can pinch water.

Huo Jingbo looked at it, unavoidably a little distraught, and his Adam's apple could not help but roll up and down.

Shang Manyue tied it up and stepped away immediately, then picked up a piece of dumpling wrapper with his left hand, put the meat filling on it with his right hand, and slowly demonstrated to him.

After finishing one, she asked: "Can you see it clearly? Try it."

The man nodded and imitated her movements. It was so simple in her hands, but he just couldn't hold it properly. It was crooked and fell apart as soon as he put it down.

Huo Jingbo was not convinced and made a few more, but it was still the same.

Shang Manyue smiled. Who could have seen that the omnipotent CEO Huo could actually do something as simple as making dumplings?

She couldn't hold it back and laughed out loud, "Mr. Huo, you can't make dumplings well, you're so stupid!"

Huo Jingbo was a little annoyed and suddenly raised his eyelids to glare at her, but when his eyes touched her smiling face, his eyes froze again.

The eyebrows are curved, the smile is light, and the small dimples appear on the face, like a beautiful flower blooming in the snow.

Beautiful to the heart.

Shang Manyue hadn't smiled at him for a long time, she still smiled in such a simple and unguarded way.

Huo Jingbo's body suddenly surged with a desire to possess her, wanting to rub her into his body.

His hands grasped her waist, and with a little force, he lifted her and placed her on the island.

The man's sudden move made Shang Manyue exclaim, her beautiful eyes widening, "What are you doing?"

The corner of Huo Jingbo's lips curled up evilly, and he said without hesitation, "Mrs. Huo, I want to do it! You!"