The Young Master’s Bride

The little demon didn't open the door, but walked back to get things. Mo Chen outside the door didn't ring the doorbell again.

Mimi seemed to know who was outside, but she didn't say much, watching her mother prepare something to cook noodles.

She played with Doudou, Doudou seemed to like it very much too, running around, seemingly unable to stop, and giggling endlessly.

The little demon also feels comfortable, no matter how big the presidential palace is, she feels empty.

No matter how young it is, she feels full of heart, because there are too many memories of her and Huo Zhongrao.

And thinking of the Presidential Palace, she seemed to be unable to think of her and Huo Zhongrao, what is worth remembering.

It's really sad. After so many years of marriage, what kind of life they have lived.

He used to be very busy when he was the commander. She thought she would be less busy when he became the president, but she didn't expect to be more busy.

The little demon thought about these things intently. When he was down, he was accidentally scalded by the splashing water from the pot.

She is really not suitable for entering the kitchen. She can't do these things well, and she can do so well in Ming Qingge and the years, so why is she so clumsy.

The little demon exhaled, she was not afraid of pain, she was really used to it.

I didn't care about the hot spots, and continued to cook the noodles.

She wants to make tomato spaghetti, the sauce is all bought, and the noodles are cooked after a while, just fry them.

The little demon thinks this is quite simple...

When the noodles were fried and served, the doorbell rang again. This time Mimi rushed to open the door.

Intentionally asked loudly, "Who?"

"Mimi, it's Uncle Mo." A deep cold voice came from outside the door.

"Oh, I'll open the door for you!" Mimi opened the door immediately.

Mimi saw Huo Zhongrao and immediately jumped into his arms, "Dad, I miss you so much..."

Mimi hasn't seen her father for several days...

When Huo Zhongrao came back at night, she was already asleep.

She woke up in the morning and Huo Zhongrao had already left.

They all say that daughter and father are the best. Mimi missed her father a few days before seeing her.

"Dad misses you too, good baby!" Huo Zhongrao kissed Mimi's forehead, feeling very guilty.

Walking in with her daughter, the familiar environment has not been seen for many years.

There are always people cleaning it regularly, and all the furnishings remain the same as before.

Many past scenes echoed in my mind.

The first time he and the little demon were here, that night, the little demon hooked the drunk him without self-control, so he wanted her...

It was here that the little demon proposed to him, so bold and enthusiastic that he still couldn't forget it.

Between them, the little demon is always walking in front, burning him with enthusiasm.

However, now he has put out the fire a little bit...

He is not a good husband or a good father...

He owes the guilt to the little demon and the child, fearing that he will not be able to make up in his life.

A woman gave herself her best years, but he let her bear so much alone, it was really damnable.

Huo Zhongrao put Mimi on the dining chair and kissed his son's little face again, feeling like he has grown up again.

When he raised his head inadvertently, he saw the blisters on the back of the little demon's hand, so glaring.

Huo Zhongrao grabbed the little demon's hand and looked at the blisters scattered on it. It was obvious that this was just hot...

"Huo Zhongrao, let go!" The little demon said coldly, pulling his hand hard.