Mrs. Huo wants to have a second child

Huo Qihuai put down the documents in his hand and said, "I need to go to Jingcheng on a business trip tomorrow. I will take some time to have dinner with you and your daughter tonight."

"Huh? Doesn't that mean Dad won't be able to accompany Mom to class with me tomorrow?"

Huo Qinzhu's little face wrinkled into a ball in an instant, and her little mouth was pouting so much that it could hang a two-pound soy sauce bottle.

Jiang Yuyao couldn't help laughing as she watched the little one's expression change in her arms. She dotingly raised her index finger and gently scratched the little one's upturned nose, "Isn't it good for mom to accompany you?"

"No, I just think it would be better if daddy is with me." The little guy turned around and looked seriously at Jiang Yuyao who was pretending to be sad.

Huo Qihuai also felt a little guilty. He reached out and rubbed the little guy's soft hair, but he couldn't say what the little guy wanted to hear.

Seeing this, Jiang Yuyao decided to divert the little one's attention first. "Then Mommy will take you to eat the cake you want most after you finish your class tomorrow, okay?"

When the little guy heard the word "cake", his eyes suddenly lit up, "Really?"

"Really, Dad is paying."

After Jiang Yuyao finished speaking, she looked up at Huo Qihuai, who was feeling guilty about his daughter, with sparkling eyes. "Aren't you right? Zhenzhen's father."

Huo Qihuai received the eye signal from Jiang Yuyao and squatted down to look Huo Qinzhu in the eye. He said affirmatively, "Of course. Dad will pay for whatever delicious food Zhenzhen wants to eat."

Then he looked at Jiang Yuyao, "It's Mom's, and Dad's too."

Jiang Yuyao pursed her lips and smiled slightly.

……

In the bedroom at night, Jiang Yuyao wiped her wet hair with a soft towel while flipping through her music score.

Until the weight in his hand was gone, Huo Qihuai naturally took her towel from behind and wiped her hair.

Jiang Yuyao turned to look at him in surprise, "Huh? Are you done washing?"

"Well, what are you looking at?" Huo Qihuai sat down next to her.

Jiang Yuyao looked up at him with a smile when he asked, "Are you talking nonsense about literature? You saw it all."

"I want to hear you tell me." Huo Qihuai put his hand around her head, held her head through the towel and rubbed her hair.

Closing the music sheet in her hand, Jiang Yuyao turned around and sat cross-legged facing the man.

Following the man's movements, Jiang Yuyao tilted her head back and held his head. She leaned forward and gently kissed his lips before pressing him down on the bed. She looked like a scoundrel, "Then let me tell you something."

She imitated the man's previous actions in a not very skillful manner, even though she had taken the initiative so many times.

But even so, Jiang Yuyao couldn't help blushing during the action.

Huo Qihuai put his arm around Jiang Yuyao's slender waist and kneaded the soft flesh on her waist without any obstruction.

I don’t know if it was because it was too intense, but there was actually some sound coming from between the two people’s lips and teeth.

In the quiet space, this faint sound seems so noticeable.

Hearing the sound, Jiang Yuyao dived directly into the man's arms and buried her face deeply in his chest, feeling extremely shy.

Huo Qihuai knew his wife's personality well. He simply lowered his head, smiled faintly, and gently kissed the top of her head, which smelled of peach blossoms. "Shall I blow-dry your hair?"

"Ah."

Jiang Yuyao agreed, and reluctantly stood up to make room for Huo Qihuai.

Huo Qihuai suppressed the smile on his face, stood up and skillfully blew the person's hair.

"Hubby, is there much work in Jingcheng?"

The implication is to ask how long the business trip will take.

Behind Jiang Yuyao, a complicated look flashed in Huo Qihuai's eyes, but it quickly disappeared.

She responded softly, "It won't be long."