Madam Wants a Divorce Every Day

"I didn't eat anything at the wedding today, and now my stomach is hungry and hurts. Will you help me order takeaway?"

Huo Jingshen looked at her. The place where she had been bitten just now was obvious. It was a bit shocking against the white and flawless skin, as if bloodshot was still oozing out. At this moment, there were two watery tears in her eyes. I don’t know if it was bitten by him or the physical pain...

It’s a ghostly messenger, Huo Jingshen suddenly thought that before, Jinghua seemed to suffer from physical pain every month. In the worst case, someone was scared to take her directly to the hospital and threatened a bunch of doctors with a gun. Go to the police station.

He retracted his mind, and said indifferently, "I don't eat takeaway food."

"Who told you to drive Aunt Liu away!" Su Hunhou immediately issued a strong accusation.

Huo Jing's dark eyes narrowed, she immediately stunned again, and said in a low voice, "...Uh, anyway, I can't cook, and what can I eat if I don't eat takeaway?"

"..."

The air is silent.

After the meeting, Huo Jingshen said, "Put your clothes on and come down for dinner in an hour."

After saying this, he opened the door and left.

**

After 10 minutes, Su Hunhou put on his pajamas and went downstairs.

As soon as I arrived in the living room, I heard the sound of "ding ding dong dong" coming from the kitchen.

She walked over and took a look, and almost thought she was blind.

I saw Huo Jingshen standing tall in the kitchen...cutting vegetables?

Three buttons were unbuttoned from the collar of the shirt, the sleeves were rolled up, he was holding a kitchen knife in his hand, and he was wearing a half apron around his waist. His actions were neat, handsome and skillful.

It was obviously a down-to-earth thing, but he did not feel a sense of disobedience at all, as if it were natural.

There are bright lights in the kitchen, and a young, mature man wearing a white shirt is cooking. He is clean and gentle, with docile eyebrows. It is just like a picture of a Korean idol drama...

Hearing the sound, he turned his head, "Drink the cup of brown sugar water on the table."

"Why drink that?" Su Houhou asked subconsciously.

"Don't you have a stomachache?"

Under his suspicious eyes for an instant, Su Hunhou reacted hurriedly, and went over to pick up the glass of brown sugar water.

Drinking it in one sip, the warm liquid really makes the body more comfortable.

So Su Hun Hou stood in the kitchen, drinking while watching the man doing things.

The more I look at it, the more I feel like I am dreaming.

Knowing that a woman had a stomachache during her menstrual period, she needed to drink brown sugar water, and she helped her prepare it, and now she is cooking for her...

"Won't you buy the aunt's towel for me?" Su Houyu blurted out.

Huo Jingshen puts the sliced ​​potato shreds into the sink full of clear water. Under the light, his stern facial features appear to be much gentler, "Someone will send it."

Su Huhou was dumbfounded.

Damn it, what kind of superb man did she marry? She is handsome, can make money, and can cook. When she knows that her stomach hurts, she prepares brown sugar water gently and thoughtfully.

Are old men like this? Because the past love history is rich? So you know women well?

Thinking of this reason, the original little feelings disappeared instantly, Su Houhou snorted, put the brown sugar water back on the table, turned around and left proudly.

"Drink the brown sugar water."

Su Hou Hou stopped.

"I don't like to say it a second time." The man's tone increased, revealing an unquestionable strong pressure.

Sure enough, what kind of tenderness and consideration are all illusions!

Su Huhou walked over a few steps, picked up the brown sugar water angrily, and left angrily.

**

In the living room, Su Houhou was playing a game and drinking brown sugar water slowly. Just after a game, the doorbell rang.

Soon, there was a sound of footsteps, and Ji Jie walked in with a supermarket bag.

When I saw Su Hou Hou, who was sitting cross-legged on the sofa in a pink bear pattern pajamas, and the small strawberry on her neck...

Ji Jie's legs trembled with fright, and the bag in his hand was almost thrown out.

Sure enough, "People shouldn't look like", Mr. Huo looked so gentle, he actually started so cruelly, how fierce he did it, bit his wife's neck until it bleeds, and he refuses to let go of his menstrual period. Gee.

He didn't dare to look around, closed his eyes, almost shaking and saying, "Husband, madam."

Su Huhou looked down at himself.

Wearing pajamas and underwear, there is nothing wrong with it.

"What's wrong with your eyes?" Su Houhou asked.

"I, I just got a needle eye..." Ji Jie was halfway talking, and Huo Jingshen had already come out of the kitchen.

Wearing an apron, holding two dishes in his hands, it also exudes a steaming aroma.

Ji Jie flashed blind again in the titanium alloy dog's eyes.

My mother, is this the president who always stands high on weekdays and is so arrogant and noble as to be in the cloud? Actually... cooking?

"What about things?" Huo Jingshen asked.

Ji Jie hurriedly recovered, "Mr. Huo, this is the aunt's towel you need."

"Puff--" Su Houhou spouted a mouthful of brown sugar water.

Huo Jingshen took the bag and glanced at Ji Jie.

Although he did not speak, his eyes were stabbed and the soldiers were not bloody. Ji Jie suddenly felt stressed and he was busy apologizing: "Sorry Huo, I said something wrong, not your aunt’s towel, no, I mean, it’s not. It’s for you, madam..."

"You can roll."

"Okay, Mr. Huo, get out now, Mr. Huo, goodbye, Madam." After Ji Jie finished speaking, he turned and ran away.

I'm afraid that the job won't be kept for another second.