To My Dear Mr. Huo

He went out to dinner with her, invited her to watch a movie, and she came back after saying she wanted to come back to write a thesis.

But now you are going to dinner with friends, and you have to eat so late?

Huo Jinyao suddenly stood in front of Su Qingsang and stared at her with wide eyes.

"Your friend's male or female?"

"Woman." After Su Qingsang answered, she looked at Huo Jinyao in shock. Isn't this guy jealous?

As if he could not see the shock in her eyes, Huo Jinyao stepped forward a little and stood in front of her.

"I've been waiting for you until now, but I haven't eaten. How can you compensate me for my loss?"

"You—" Su Qingsang's thoughts just now were not digested, but he was led astray by his words: "Then what do you want to eat? Let me order takeout for you?"

She can't cook, so it's impossible to cook for him.

"I don't want takeout."

Huo Jinyao looked disgusted. Su Qingsang was a little confused: "How about I help you get a bowl of noodles?"

She can only cook some simple noodles and the like, and she has tried to make it herself once or twice when she went abroad for exchanges.

The taste is really bad, barely edible.

"No." Huo Jinyao stepped forward a little further: "I want to eat something else."

"Then what do you want to eat? I'll accompany you."

"real?"

"Really." She could still do it just by having a meal with him. After all, she was the first to miss an appointment today.

When Su Qingsang finished her words, she realized that Huo Jinyao was already standing very close to her. She was startled, and it was too late to step back.

The man stepped forward and picked her up, and took her to the direction of the room.

"Huo Jinyao." What is he going to do?

"What I want to eat now is—you."

Su Qingsang's eyes widened, and before he could recover, Huo Jinyao had already taken her into his arms, lowered his head and kissed her lips.

There was a flash of surprise in her eyes, and her body instantly stiffened. Huo Jinyao, who originally wanted to go further, had a shallow taste. No further.

When confronted with her shocked resistance, she raised the corners of her lips: "How about you compensate me?"

not so good? Su Qingsang almost shook his head. Thinking of the identity of the two people as husband and wife at this time, he stopped: "I, I—"

"Just kidding." Huo Jinyao laughed, but he didn't let her go: "Although I really want to—"

Su Qingsang didn't know how to answer the words. Her face turned red a little bit, and when she met Huo Jinyao, she always seemed to have no idea what to do.

"Since you won't let me eat you. You can only compensate me in other ways."

"In what way?"

Su Qingsang had a bad premonition.

"Give me something to eat next."

The ambiguous words caused Su Qingsang to blush. But Huo Jinyao is serious.

"You just said, you will come down."

Consciously, he was teased by Huo Jinyao again, and Su Qingsang's face flushed again.

After glaring at him hatefully, she quickly went to the kitchen.

Just when I was cooking, I couldn't help but think of Huo Jinyao's teasing just now, and I felt extremely uncomfortable for a while.

When Su Qingsang realized that he had boiled the noodles, but still took it out, he clearly saw the smile in Huo Jinyao's eyes.

She couldn't help but glared at him, eating if she liked it, and pulling it down if she didn't.

Huo Jinyao sat down, looked at the bowl of noodles, which was not very good in appearance or flavor, and took a big mouthful of it.

"Well. My wife is amazing. The noodles are delicious."

Can this man be any better at talking nonsense with his eyes open? He dared to say that Su Qingsang did not dare to recognize it.

She was thinking about a lot of things in her mind just now, and the noodles had already been boiled for her, and they were delicious.

"What I said is true." Huo Jinyao winked at her. Three or two people settled the noodles, and said with a look of enjoyment: "It's delicious."

Since the following thread came out. I can no longer look directly at the word below.