Cool Husband Love Hunting Program

Chapter 642 [Extra] Really don't want to send me off?
While he was in a daze, An Zimo struggled to stand up, quickly entered her room, and locked the door.

Her phobia started from him and ended from him. What kind of relationship is this?
Mousse stared at her tightly closed door, a little helpless, looked down at herself, she couldn't stay like this forever, went to the balcony to take off her clothes and changed, went to the kitchen to pour water, only to find that the rice cooker was still warm With a pot of porridge.

He happened to be very hungry, so he glanced at the living room in a blink of an eye, that little woman, she still cared about him.

After eating and drinking enough, she still didn't come out of the room. Mousse wandered around the living room, found a key in the drawer under the TV, shook it with her hand, and walked out of her room.

"Zimo, what are you doing in there?"

An Zimo ignored him. In fact, she took off all the sheets and pillowcases that he had slept on. The room was filled with his breath. She opened the window and stuck herself in the room in a daze.

There was a slight sound outside the door, and she was wondering what he was doing when she saw the door was pushed open.

An Zimo almost jumped up in fright, "You, why did you come in!"

"The key." Mousse shook the key in his hand, looked around the room, saw the bed covers on the floor, and sighed silently in his heart, she really couldn't wait to show that she hated him.

"Mousse, don't regard this as your home!" How could he be so casual?

Mousse rubbed his nose and said innocently: "I just want to say goodbye to you. I'm leaving. You don't make a sound in the room. I'm afraid that something will happen to you, so come in and have a look."

Today is almost the same, according to An Zimo's temperament, there is no benefit in being rushed.

She was slightly stunned, and immediately said: "Then you leave, walk slowly."

"You really don't want to send me off?"

"It's not over!"

"Well, well, I'll go first, see you tomorrow." He smiled and accepted her impatience with a good temper. Leaving today doesn't mean he won't come back in the future. .

An Zimo frowned, who wants to see you tomorrow!

When he opened the door, he turned around and blew a kiss to her with an ambiguous look.

"Hey, next time you're drunk, don't report my home address!" She suddenly thought of this and immediately shouted.

She doesn't want to take care of another drunk, no need!
"Uh, drunk, how would I know?" Mousse asked ambiguously, just not following her words.

(End of this chapter)