Marriage is long: Mr. Huo spoils his wife too much

Anyway, I just ate a bowl of chicken noodle soup made by him, which doesn't mean anything.

Sometimes the more you care about something, the more you can't let it go.

Only when you understate it can you prove that you have let go and passed.

Lu Qiao ate without distracting thoughts, purely to fill his stomach and appease his stomach.

Stomach problems have been serious for more than a day or two, so she usually pays attention to it and tries to eat slowly when eating.

It has become a habit over time.

He ate delicately and slowly, Huo Yan had already finished a large bowl of noodle soup, but Lu Qiao's bowl was still half full.

Huo Yan was not in a hurry, he just sat beside her and watched her eat, with an imperceptible smile in his eyes.

The rain outside the house gradually subsided, and the house was very quiet, except for the occasional sound of bowls and chopsticks colliding.

It is precisely because of this kind of voice that is quite life-like that this deserted villa has a bit of homely warmth at this moment.

Huo Yan took good care of Lu Qiao's appetite, and didn't put a lot in Lu Qiao's bowl. Lu Qiao ate just right.

There is a slight feeling of fullness, but it does not feel very full.

This feeling will bring some satisfaction.

If Huo Yan wasn't still around, Lu Qiao really wanted to touch her stomach, lean on the sofa, abandon her image, and paralyze.

Huo Yan probably also sensed her thoughts, cleaned up the dishes, and took on the task of washing the dishes again without saying a word.

Lu Qiao breathed a sigh of relief, but after all, she wasn't at her own home, she still couldn't let go of Huo Yan's place.

He leaned back slightly on the sofa, clicked play with the TV remote control, and continued to catch up with the series.

After drinking and eating, you will feel sleepy. Now that Lu Qiao is lying on the soft sofa, he gradually feels a little sleepy.

Rubbing her already heavy eyelids, she was going to rest in the guest room where she stayed temporarily.

Huo Yan just took off his apron and walked out of the kitchen, looking like a good husband at home.

He asked: "Are you free the day after tomorrow? An old classmate who was in the same class before invited us to a class reunion. Do you want to go?"

Lu Qiao was stunned for a moment, she didn't know if she was shocked by his homely appearance, or she was too sleepy, so she didn't realize what he was saying for a while.

"classmate reunion?"

Lu Qiao frowned.

She didn't have a deep impression on the classmates who were in the same class before. Sometimes, the classmates in the university might not recognize them all after four years of schooling, and they didn't have much friendship.

What's more, when she broke up with Huo Yan at that time, the news spread everywhere in the school that she cheated on Huo Yan and cuckolded Huo Yan.

Many of them involved the participation of her classmates.

Therefore, she doesn't miss these classmates so much.

"The homeroom teacher who led our class in the third year of high school is about to retire now. This is the class reunion held in her last year of teaching. It is more meaningful, so I hope that the classmates who hold the reunion will be able to gather as much as possible."

Huo Yan walked up to her and sat down, with the smell of chicken soup from the kitchen on his body, which slightly covered up the smell of men's perfume, Lu Qiao's resistance was not so obvious.

"I remember you liked the class teacher a lot when you were in the third year of high school. If you are free, let's go together."

Lu Qiao rubbed his forehead heavily.

It turned out to be a high school class reunion.

She was really in a daze. She and Huo Yan didn't study the same major in college, so how could they be classmates.