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

As if he saw what she was thinking, Huo Jingbo frowned. He put the spoon into her hand, with obvious dissatisfaction in his tone, "It's not difficult to cook porridge."

The implication is that he cooked it himself?

But this noble young master, who never enters the kitchen on weekdays, actually did it himself?

Shang Manyue's mouthful of porridge just rested on her lips. After hesitating for a moment, she still asked sincerely, "Isn't it poisonous?"

Huo Jingbo laughed angrily, "Your life is not valuable enough for me to be buried with you."

Shang Manyue suppressed the urge to roll her eyes, and then noticed that Huo Jingbo was not wearing home clothes, but a shirt and trousers with three buttons unbuttoned and his sleeves rolled up. The muscle lines on his forearms were very sexy and full of A sense of strength.

But there were obvious wrinkles on the shirt, and there were obvious traces of dried sweat on his chest. His eyes were stained with bloodshot eyes, and there were tiny stubble growing on his chin.

Looking at it this way, what he said was true. He had been taking care of her since he came back from outside. He knew that she would be hungry when she woke up, and even cooked light porridge to heat it up.

Seeing that she had finally figured out the whole story, Huo Jingbo's face softened a little, and he nudged the bowl of white porridge with his fingertips. He said with unclear meaning, "Although this is my first time cooking it, I have tasted it and it tastes okay. Eat it." , aren’t you hungry?”

Shang Manyue came back to her senses, raised her eyes to look at him, and instantly recognized the meaning of "seeking praise" hidden in his words.

Also, the proud man of heaven goes to the kitchen to cook porridge for the first time. Can you not be moved?

Shang Manyue smiled, but did not follow the script, "Mr. Huo, it's just a bowl of white porridge. If you don't know, you'd think you cooked a full banquet for me."

"It's the year 2420, can we be more practical?"

Huo Jingbo: "..."

Shang Manyue stretched out her hand towards him, "Give me my phone back. I want to order takeout. Even if I can only eat light food, I won't drink the porridge you cooked!"

She is no longer the fool who gets dizzy when given a little sweetness.

Huo Jingbo never expected that she would be so ungrateful. His face darkened and his mood was disturbed by her.

Damn Yang Ge, he said that women only like this kind of details, Shang Manyue doesn't like this at all.

He pulled up a chair and sat down, his black eyes narrowed deeply, his eyes filled with gloom.

The atmosphere in the bedroom suddenly became depressing.

If it were in the past, Shang Manyue was most afraid of being unhappy when she saw him. In fact, it wasn't because she was afraid, it was just because she liked him and cared about him, and didn't want to see him with a cold face. Then she tried hard to find the reason in herself. Did she do it? No, maybe something happened to him.

After becoming crazy about herself, she became more cautious and lost herself little by little.

Now he still wants to touch her in this way? He just wants to eat shit!

Shang Manyue seemed not to notice, but still stretched out her hand towards him and repeated: "Give me my phone back!"

Huo Jingbo had a silent confrontation with her for a few seconds, before suddenly speaking, "Shang Manyue, how can you put away your yin and yang aura and return to normal?"

"........."

Shang Manyue could not describe his mood at the moment.

In the eyes of the dog, all her actions after she suddenly woke up were abnormal. Only loving him humbly is her normal personality, right?

Her eyes suddenly became sore, feeling sad for her desperate efforts.

She lowered her eyes to prevent him from seeing the tears gathering in her eyes, and said in a nonchalant tone, "Do you agree to whatever I say?"

Huo Jingbo sat down in a leisurely manner, adjusting his sleeves elegantly, "Say."

Shang Manyue sniffed secretly. Since he asked this, of course it depends on how bold the person is and how productive the land is.

She spoke without hesitation: "You share half of my wealth, and I will say whatever you want to hear."

As long as the money is enough, she can also show actress-level acting skills!

"...just dream."

With an unsurprising answer, Shang Manyue smiled sarcastically, "A man's mouth is indeed a lie."

"but……"

He paused, picked up his phone, and operated it quickly. Then, he took out her phone from his pocket and threw it back into her arms.

Shang Manyue didn't know why, so she grabbed her phone and looked at the screen. When she saw the newly received bank information, her eyes suddenly widened.

It was a transfer from Huo Jingbo, and the amount was quite large.

"What does it mean?"

Let her dream one second, but give her money the next? Schizophrenia or something?

Huo Jingbo leaned on the back of the chair, crossed his legs gracefully, and glanced at her with his dark eyes. Without explaining, he just said: "Don't want it? Then give it back!"

Shang Manyue subconsciously held the phone in her arms and shook her head repeatedly, "If you give it to me, it's mine. You can never take it back."

Huo Jingbo's eyes widened at the sight of money, and he nodded his chin towards the bowl of white porridge, "Drink the porridge."

Shang Manyue had an epiphany.

This is a different trick, just throw money at her.

The next second, she immediately smiled and said without any resistance, "Okay, I'll drink it now."

No matter what you have trouble with, you won’t have trouble with money.

This bowl of white porridge has the taste of money, it’s so fragrant~

She drank the porridge obediently, and Huo Jingbo's inner discomfort eased a little, but when he thought that she only ate for money's sake, his heart felt a little clogged.

He stared at her and snorted, "If you are so happy with so little money, why do you insist on divorcing me?"

Being Mrs. Huo meant she would enjoy endless wealth and splendor, and he did not restrict her spending money.

While eating white porridge worth five figures, Shang Manyue replied: "That's different. I choose the former between the money I earn by myself and the money donated by my husband."

At least he won't be accused of being a lazy vampire who only relies on men when things go wrong.

Huo Jingbo frowned, obviously dissatisfied with her words, and moved his lips. Just as he was about to say something, his cell phone suddenly rang.

He picked it up, and soon, the anger on that handsome face melted away like ice and snow meeting the bright sun, leaving only the spring breeze.

Shang Manyue bit his spoon, his movements slightly stagnant.

Who else could make the dog's mood turn from gloomy to bright in an instant? No need to guess, he knew it was his true love Jiang Xiaosan.

Huo Jingbo stood up, strode out of the room with long legs, and his voice gradually faded away.

After a while, Shang Manyue turned her head and saw the empty chair.

It's still like this, even if the person comes back, his heart is still with another woman. Fortunately, she didn't waver just now.

In fact, she only ate a few mouthfuls of porridge, but she suddenly felt full and had no appetite at all.

She put down her chopsticks and moved the small table. Because her body was still weak, she lay down again.

She closed her eyes but didn't feel sleepy, so she picked up her phone. There were more than a dozen missed calls displayed on the screen, most of which were from Gu Xianzhi, and two were from Jiang Yuan.

When I clicked on WeChat, their messages also popped up.

Gu Xianzhi: [Man Yue, are you feeling better? 】

Jiang Yuan: [Bao, I'm sorry, I didn't see you when you called me. I heard from Brother Jingbo that you had a fever. How are you? Give me news when you wake up. 】

No matter what, there were still people who really cared about her, and Shang Manyue felt warm in her heart.

She was about to reply one by one to assure herself that she was safe when Gu Xianzhi called.