Reborn as a petite ex-uncle

Su Mi frowned, she was really thick-skinned.

"It's all here." The man said with a shy face.

Su Mi laughed.

Come here.New Year's Eve.Still a child.Everyone died.

It is really a four-sentence classic that has never failed.

But it didn't work for her: "The house is small, not as big as Mr. Huo's bathroom, I'm afraid you won't be used to it."

"I do not mind."

"I mind. It's getting late. We are orphans and widows, so it's not convenient for us to receive men."

Huo Shenxiu saw her pushing again and again, so he could only take out his superior status temporarily and move out of business: "I want to see the new cheongsam style you designed for the crew recently. After reading it, leave."

She saw that his apology today was secondary and mainly because he wanted to come to her home, so she still raised her eyelashes:

"You go back first, I'll send the design to your email."

He approached step by step: "I am a big living person here, you send me email?"

She saw that he would not give up easily today, and was about to refuse again when his cell phone rang.

He glanced at the incoming call, but didn't answer it, and was still persistently waiting for her answer.

Su Mi was close, so she could tell that the caller ID was Wan Ziya, and she made a gesture to please: "You answer it first."

Seeing her persistent eyes, he finally turned around first and answered the phone.

"What's the matter." He guessed why Wan Ziya called.

"Second Master, what happened in the kindergarten today is not what you thought, can you go back to the hall, I want to explain to you..."

"Is there anything to explain? Explain how you wronged other children, or how you embarrass yourself in front of the entire kindergarten, or finally put the blame on Weiwei?"

Wan Ziya over there was anxious: "It's really not like this, you come back first, let me explain to you, okay..."

Su Mi heard it clearly, and suddenly said, "Mr. Huo, go upstairs."

Huo Shenxiu's eyes flickered, and he looked back at the mother and son.

Su Mi turned around holding Xiao Su Bao.

On the other side of the phone, Wan Ziya heard a familiar voice, and was surprised for a moment: "... Who is talking over there, Teacher Yuan? Erye, are you with Teacher Yuan? Where are you?"

Huo Shenxiu hung up the phone directly, followed up a few steps, and took the shopping bag from her hand.

Su Mi didn't refuse, but just thanked her casually.

She didn't know why she suddenly changed her mind and allowed him to go upstairs.

Maybe it was Wan Ziya's call.

I don't know how Wan Ziya would feel when she heard that Huo Shenxiu had grown to the point of visiting her daughter's teacher's boudoir...?

She couldn't wait to see Wan Ziya's collapse worse.

Taking the elevator upstairs, the three of them entered the house.

Xiaosubao went to wash his hands first.

Huo Shenxiu knew that she lived in an apartment, which was not big, but it made his face slightly darkened when he saw the small house with only fifty square meters in total.

Sure enough, it was not as big as a bathroom in Huayuan.

There were no adult male slippers at home, so Su Mi handed him a shoe cover, took the shopping bag to the kitchen, opened the laptop for work, and handed it to him:

"Mr. Huo, sit on the sofa over there and watch. I'm going to cook."

He stopped her, not treating himself as an outsider at all: "Do my share too. I'll eat here by the way."

Su Mi: ...

To say that he is thick-skinned is really rude.

He walked towards her again: "Just kidding. Let me do it, and you go to accompany your son. "

Su Mi raised her face: "You do?"

He didn't speak, took off his coat, put it in her hand, went into the kitchen, and observed it.

The house is small, not to mention the kitchen, which can barely accommodate an adult.

It is difficult to turn around.

He opened the refrigerator and took a look, then took out the vegetables in the shopping bag, picked local materials, and began to wash and choose vegetables quickly.

Su Mi came back to her senses and hurriedly followed the kitchen: "No need, I'll do it..."

Just when he turned his head, he bumped into her body.

Huo Shenxiu, who took off his coat, was only wearing a thin shirt.

She could almost feel the tightness of his muscles.

In the cramped space, breathing intertwined, dense and deep.

He felt a pair of soft clothes hitting his body, and hot sweat suddenly rolled out on his lower back.

She held her breath.

After a while, he lowered his neck and leaned into her ear, his tone was soft but decisive, revealing an irrefutable autocracy: "I said, I'll come."

The tips of her ears burned as if they were infected with sparks, and then she retreated to the kitchen door to watch him continue to work.

Of course she knew, because he was born in Tongling Town and his childhood experience, he could cook.

It's just that he has never seen him do it like this moment.

What's more, I didn't expect that the high-ranking and decisive people in the business circle are also doing things smoothly in the kitchen at the moment.

She collected her thoughts, and finally, without stopping, she just took down the apron hanging on the wall and handed it to him:

"Wear this. Your clothes are expensive. If it's dirty, you'll be in trouble."

Huo Shenxiu glanced at the leopard-print funny apron. The pattern was a three-point bikini for women, and his facial muscles twitched:

"Is there anything else to choose?"

"I'm not selling aprons."

After all, Huo Shenxiu followed silently and put it on his neck.

She retreated to the door again and saw him cooking in a three-point bikini swimsuit apron, but he didn't have a wild and coquettish style, so she couldn't help curling her lips silently.

When cutting vegetables, he rolled up his cuffs, and his strong forearm vibrated rhythmically up and down on the chopping board with the sharp knife skills.

Then turn on the fire, put in the pot, and stir fry.

All in one go.

She suddenly understood why he looked down on her cooking so much four years ago.

Real people don't show their faces.

……

Huo Shenxiu made simple four meals and one soup.

After serving, the aroma filled the whole living room.

Su Mi fed Xiao Su Bao two bites.

Xiao Su Bao smacked his tongue.

Even fried pork slices with carrots, which he usually dislikes the most, are delicious.

Although he doesn't like Wei Wei's father very much, he still has something to say: "Ma Ma, Wei Wei's father cooks much better food than you."

Su Mi turned pale.This kid, can't you save yourself some face?

Having said that, she thinks that the current self is good at cooking, but unexpectedly, she is still inferior to Huo Shenxiu who cooks once in a while.

Sure enough, cooking still depends on a little talent.

When Huo Shenxiu heard Xiao Subao's praise, he said lightly, "If you like it, I can come and do it often."

Su Mi immediately changed the topic: "Okay, let's eat."

After eating, Huo Shenxiu sat on the sofa and began to browse the design drawings made by Su Mi.

Su Mi took Xiao Subao to take a bath.

After taking a shower, she asked Xiao Subao to go back to her room, and went downstairs to check the time. After eight o'clock, she reminded:

"Mr. Huo, it's getting late."

I ate and ate, and I looked at the design drawings. No matter how much I hang on, I still have to go back.

Huo Shenxiu looked up and saw that she was about to see off the guests, so he closed his notebook: "Is it late? It's only eight o'clock."

"Sorry, Xiao Subao and I are used to going to bed early and getting up early every day."

He stood up and stared at her. The former Mimi liked staying up late the most, and would never go to bed so early.

But so what?

Four years later, people's living habits will change.

He looked at her and rubbed the bridge of his tall nose: "I don't know if it's because I watched the computer screen for a long time, my eyes are swollen, and my head hurts. Can I take a rest first?"

This excuse is not to lie to her completely.

Today, after a busy day at the company meeting, when he learned about what happened in the kindergarten in the evening, he made a phone call and scolded Wan Ziya, and then rushed to this little woman's apartment to cook and look at the design drawings.

I don't know if it was because I was a little excited when I came to her house for the first time, or because I was really busy all day. When I sat down to look at the design drawing just now, my temples were throbbing, and there were signs of a headache coming on again.

In the past few years, this happens before every headache attack, and he has become familiar with the pattern.

I just didn't expect it to happen at this time tonight.