Bold and passionate love: Acting coquettishly in Mr. Huo's arms

Seeing Pan Jing's hopeful look, Ruan Xingchen was also in a good mood.

"Then Auntie should also take care of her health and not overwork herself. Only by taking good care of yourself can you do more in the future."

She gave the instructions in a gentle voice with a smile on her face, tenderness blooming in her black and white eyes.

She whispered, "Grandma, I've troubled my uncle and aunt to take care of you all this time...Are you used to it?"

"I'm used to it!"

Speaking of this, Pan Jing's smile became even bigger.

My grandmother has also been through a lot, so she is very skillful in everything she does.

Of course, Ning Chang'an and Pan Jing would not ask their old mother to help them with housework, but seeing the three of them struggling to make a living, their grandmother couldn't sit still either.

I didn't do any heavy work. At most, I helped clean the small house and help prepare breakfast and dinner.

But that's enough.

Every time I get home from work, there is hot food and hot soup, and the house is clean and tidy.

This is the taste of home.

When you get home, you can relax completely without having to worry about trivial matters.

Of course, more importantly, my grandmother is open-minded and wise, and she never interferes in the affairs of the younger generation.

Pan Jing was not without worries. After all, Ning Qiuqiu was already so old, and her husband suddenly had a mother.

As a half-time mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, she is used to being the boss and is very worried about whether she can get along well with her grandmother.

Fortunately, not only did they get along very well, but she even regained the feeling of her mother being alive.

"Mom has helped me and Chang'an a lot. It's just that Chang'an and I are incompetent, so Mom has to do things for us at such an old age."

Pan Jing's face showed a hint of shame, and she whispered, "Supporting our parents is our responsibility as children. How can you say it's a burden to us? This is clearly what we should do."

Hearing her say this, Ruan Xingchen couldn't help but smile, and the joy in his eyes became even stronger.

It seems that Pan Jing truly treats her grandmother as her own elder and respects her.

Grandma waited for my uncle for so long, and finally she had a filial son and his family of three. It was the best thing that could happen.

Speaking of daily life, Pan Jing smiled with a hint of gratitude and said, "It's all thanks to you guys... Chang'an told me after I was discharged from the hospital that he had actually borrowed money from loan sharks. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have been able to get surgery, and I'm afraid I wouldn't even be able to keep my family."

Thinking of the difficulties during that period, her eyes became slightly red.

She raised her hand to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes and whispered, "We, the elders, have to rely on you, the younger generation, for protection. Your aunt doesn't know how to express her gratitude to you."

"Aunt, you are so kind."

Huo Yan said politely, "It's just a small favor. Even if we met a stranger, we wouldn't mind helping him, let alone a relative. If you say thank you, it would be too awkward."

"Okay, okay, auntie won't say any more."

Hearing this, Pan Jing couldn't help but smile.

She glanced at the two of them with a look of relief and welcome, and said with a smile, "I won't disturb you from eating here. You should enjoy your uncle's cooking. Tonight's dinner is on your aunt's treat!"

Pan Jing left with a smile, and the surroundings were filled with laughter or chatting sounds coming from various tables, occasionally mixed with Ning Qiuqiu's energetic responses.

In the thick smell of fireworks, Ruan Xingchen took a bite of the skewer, his eyebrows slightly curved, and suddenly he revealed a faint smile.

"Madam is happy?"

Huo Yan raised his hand to pour her sour plum soup.

This sour plum soup was made by Ning Changan himself. He put it in the refrigerator to cool and then took it out to sell.

Just smelling it, it tastes so sweet and sour, making people drool.

In the still hot night, take a sip, the coolness slides down your throat, and your whole body becomes refreshed.

It couldn't be better.

Ruan Xingchen raised the cup and took a big sip.

He placed the cup against his cheek, feeling the coolness, and nodded vigorously without any concealment.

He replied, "Happy."

Her distinct black and white eyes seemed to be stained with starlight under the light, and they fell on his face with endless tenderness.

Although she didn't drink any alcohol, she felt as if she was a little tipsy.

Her knees tilted and touched the man's knees. She whispered softly, "Mr. Huo, I suddenly feel that it's great to know you."

If she could live her life over again, she never thought she could have such happiness.

It’s really great to be able to meet him and take a completely different path from my previous life.

So good that she sometimes felt like it was a dream.

"It's really nice to meet you, Madam."

Huo Yan was holding a skewer of grilled lamb in his hand, and he turned his head to look over when he heard this.

A gentle smile unconsciously appeared in his dark pupils, and he responded in a gentle and serious voice: "Meeting my wife is the happiest thing in my life."

Ruan Xingchen couldn't help but pursed her lips and smiled.

She liked his straightforward and sincere confession.

I like his unconcealed feelings and unbridled preferences.

I like the way he wears a suit and looks aloof.

I like the way he shows patience and restraint for her, and the tenderness in his eyes.

I also like the down-to-earth look of him sitting at a table at a roadside stall, holding grilled lamb skewers in one hand and sour plum soup in the other.

It seemed that no matter what he looked like, she liked him so much that she couldn't refuse him.

She couldn't help but move her legs again, bumping her knees against his calves.

Her eyes were glued to his face. Ruan Xingchen couldn't help but lean over to look at him, secretly lowering her voice.

He whispered softly, "Mr. Huo, come and apply it."

Huo Yan was slightly startled.

Her face had a slight camel-like red tint and her eyes were bright and charming.

The black hair like seaweed slid down her cheeks, making her skin look even more like creamy skin.

She looked over at me amidst the hustle and bustle of life, her smile sweet and soft, and she looked incredibly delicious.

Huo Yan's Adam's apple rolled slightly, and after a moment he whispered, "So many people."

"No one is watching. I just observed it."

Not only did Ruan Xingchen not retreat, but he used the small stool to move closer to him little by little.

She reached out and took the mutton skewers from his hand, looked at him again with expectation, and said softly, "I'll help Mr. Huo hold the things. Mr. Huo, stick with me."

His dark eyes stared at her for a moment, and Huo Yan suddenly raised his thin lips, unable to control his expression of a gentle and doting smile.

He raised his hand and tucked the hair that had fallen by her temples behind her ears. In his mellow voice with a hint of hoarseness, he asked her, "Madam, you are already such a grown-up, why are you still acting like a spoiled child?"