Love is like melting

Chapter 308 A Bad Meeting (1)
He said that the feet were about to evacuate, but before they were completely torn apart, he suddenly grabbed her, and looked at her with narrowed eyes, both helpless and doting: "Okay, I'll paint it for you!"

Little thing, he will always tease him with his status!
Seeing that he had compromised, Huo Yimo's puffy face immediately beamed with joy, "Be careful, don't make it too ugly!"

Not ugly?
How can this be?

Xu Sizhe had never done such a thing for others before. For the first time, based on Huo Yimo's few words, the initial scribbles were messed up and could not be seen at all, so he had to remove them.

"You have to apply a thin layer, wait for it to dry, then apply another thin layer, and then apply polish." Huo Yimo explained with disgust on his face, "Why are you so stupid!"

Nothing as simple as putting on nail polish.

Xu Sizhe raised his eyes, glanced at her lightly, and murmured, "You are the only one who asks for more!"

As a man, how could he handle such a delicate daughter's affairs well.

Especially for the first time! !

Fortunately, he was smart enough and his fingers were nimble. On the third attempt, he succeeded.

The little thing's skin is very fair, and he is painted with black nail polish. The black and white form a sharp contrast, which is pretty good.

After painting the two little feet and ten fingers, the color was chosen by Xu Sizhe, pink.

Because of her experience, her fingers painted it beautifully and quickly, even better than Huo Yimo's own.

Xu Sizhe found something similar to a pen in a small box, "What is this?"

"A pen that can draw patterns on nails." Huo Yimo looked at her hands, and had to admit that the color he chose matched her hands very well.

Usually she only uses dark green or black, but never pink, it turns out to be so pretty.

"Come on, I'll draw for you." Xu Sizhe seemed to be addicted to playing, and asked to draw for her.

Huo Yimo held his left hand in front of him with some hesitation, and warned: "Don't ruin the painting for me, or you will have to paint it again!"

Xu Sizhe laughed softly, but didn't speak, pinched her little finger and drew something on it.

Huo Yimo didn't stare at it, and played with the computer's webpage with his right hand, planning to read it together after he finished.

After a while, Xu Sizhe fixed one hand and asked her to hand him his right hand.

Huo Yimo handed it to him, and when she raised it, she saw that the golden lines on her index finger and ring finger were very faint, but she could still vaguely see the words "A" and "Zhe" written on it!
Ah Zhe!

"Narcissist!" Huo Yimo's heart softened inexplicably, pretending to be disgusted, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up into a slight smile.

"Narcissism and self-confidence are two different things!" Xu Sizhe lowered his head and concentrated on touching her right hand without looking up.

Huo Yimo looked at the two words on her left hand, like a brand mark, deeply engraved in her bone marrow.

Maybe even if the nail polish is stained and the handwriting disappears in the future, these two words will be deeply imprinted in her heart and will never be forgotten.

The right hand took a little longer to use than the left, and after he fixed it, Huo Yimo's arm was sore.

"What are you doing! It's been so long!"

Huo Yimo complained and pulled back her hand. When she saw the light golden color on her right hand, she was stunned.

On the thumb is a cute little crab, with "I" written on the index finger, "U" written on the ring finger, and on the middle finger——

A nice heart shape.

Little crab, I, love, you.

In this world, only Minister Xu can make a confession so graceful and moving, touching her peaceful heart.

"Do you like it?" Xu Sizhe put down the things in his hand, stretched out his hand to caress her cheek, his burning eyes fell on her simple and elegant face, full of tenderness.

Huo Yimo didn't say he liked it, nor did he say he didn't like it, he pouted and said, "You can't pretend that you don't know how to apply acupressure oil! In fact, I don't know how many ignorant girls have been deceived by this trick!"

Xu Sizhe pursed his lips and laughed, and said in a hoarse voice, "Are you among these ignorant girls?"

Huo Yimo smiled, and patted his hand away, "I'm not an ignorant girl!"

"Oh? Then what are you?" Xu Sizhe raised his eyebrows.

"I—" Huo Yimo played tricks, leaned in front of him, quickly pecked his lips lightly, and said triumphantly, "The bandit leader is a rascal!"

Mr. Xu, who was taken advantage of by the female gangster, was not angry at all. Instead, he smiled like a spring breeze, and lightly hung the tip of her nose with his finger, "You...you little pervert!"

"I think you are very happy to be seduced by me!" Huo Yimo said, her slender and fair fingers suddenly cupped his cheeks, her almond eyes stared at him seriously, the distance was very close, her air was blue and clear, It fell on his face, like a feather passing over the tip of his heart.

warmth.

itch.

"Does your head still hurt?" The smile on the corner of her mouth gradually faded, and concern filled her eyes.

Xu Sizhe was obviously taken aback, thinking that he had a headache in the study because of work, and seemed to be rubbing his temples.

turn out to be--

His clear eyes were turbulent, and his emotions were hard to calm down. He hugged her directly into his arms with his long arms, and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm sorry!"

She saw that she had a headache dealing with work, and wanted to let herself temporarily put down work and relax.

She was caring about herself. Not only did she not feel it, but she got angry with her and scolded her for being ignorant.

In fact, it should not be!

He hugged him very tightly, Huo Yimo was so strangled by him that he couldn't breathe, so she pushed him away with all her strength.

His eyes and face were a little unnatural, as if he was embarrassed or shy.

"What are you doing! I don't care about you, don't think too much! Go to work as soon as the headache is gone! I'm going to bed!"

Struggling out of his arms, before her feet touched the ground, she was hugged into his arms again, and what she raised her head was an impenetrable kiss.

"Work, you go to work..."

"Work is not as important as satisfying you..."

"..."

Who wants you to be satisfied, obviously you want to satisfy yourself!

asshole!

The spacious and deserted living room is gradually dyed with the warmth of spring.

In the evening of the next day, Xu Sizhe called and said that he could come back early in the evening to have dinner with her.

Huo Yimo didn't say anything, but he was happy in his heart.

After hanging up the phone, seeing Aunt He going to the kitchen, she thought of something, immediately put down the computer on her lap, and followed her to the kitchen, dawdling, hesitating to speak.

"Miss Huo, if you have anything to do, you can order directly." Aunt He saw through her small thoughts and said directly.

Huo Yimo bit her lip, hesitated for a while, and said softly: "Aunt He, can you teach me how to cook?"

"Miss Huo wants to cook?" Aunt He was very surprised.

Huo Yimo nodded.

She lives in Chenxi and is taken care of by Xu Sizhe. Although they are boyfriend and girlfriend, she can't take his kindness to her for granted.

He had done so much for himself, and she wanted to do something for him too.

Aunt He understood, a smile flowed in her eyes, and she nodded happily: "Of course!"

Huo Yimo laughed immediately, "Thank you, Aunt He!"

"Miss Huo is too polite!"

Aunt He tied the apron for her so as not to stain her clothes, and then began to teach her how to cook step by step.

Huo Yimo has lived for more than 20 years, with clothes to eat and food to open her mouth, she can't tell the difference between oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, let alone cooking, her self-care ability and common sense are basically zero!

Even if she left Huo's house and lived alone, she still ate takeaway every day, or was just hungry, and she didn't learn to cook.

Perhaps she was born with no talent for cooking, even with a good teacher like Aunt He, the result was not satisfactory.

All the ingredients were wasted the first time. Fortunately, there are plenty of ingredients in the refrigerator, so I can do it again for the second time.

(End of this chapter)