Hubby, Please Spare Me

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There are no men's slippers at home.

Shui Miaomiao didn't care about him anymore and went straight in.

Yan Yan changed the slippers, and found that there were no Shen Mochen's slippers, squatted down, took out a pair of disposable slippers from the shoe cabinet.

This was the last time he took it from the hotel. Unexpectedly, it came in handy.

Shen Mochen looked at Shui Miaomiao's back, his heart gradually sinking.

She didn't prepare his slippers, he could feel her rejection and rejection.

Shen Mochen walked in wearing disposable slippers and glanced at the dining table.

Shui Miaomiao made a lot of delicious food.

It seems that he hasn't eaten her meals for a long time.

Yan Yan looked at Shen Mochen, his bright eyes shone with Ruiguang, and asked, "Dad, have you eaten yet?"

Shen Mochen's deep gaze looked at Shui Miaomiao.

Shui Miaomiao pretended not to see, light, drinking with water.

"Mother-in-law, you're going to heat up the food, but my dad hasn't eaten yet." Yan Yan asked Shui Miaomiao.

Shui Miaomiao raised her eyebrows, looked at Yan Yan, and said, "I'm sick, so much nonsense, you should go back to bed and lie down."

"Mother-in-law, you have to work hard when you're full. Today's father is working hard. Are you going to owe him kindness?" Yan Yan asked.

Shui Miaomiao was speechless by Yan Yan.

Yan Yan is right.

Instead of owing him a favor, invite him to have a meal.

"I'm hot." Shui Miaomiao said, putting on an apron, putting it on neatly, and serving dishes to the kitchen.

Shen Mochen helped and served dishes to the kitchen.

Shui Miaomiao turned around, almost hit him, took a step back, and leaned back against the pool.

Shen Mochen bent slightly, put the dishes on the table, and said softly, "What are you afraid of?"

He was too close to her, without a word, his breath fell on her face.

Strong, violent, as if confusing, sprinting her thoughts, involving the dysmenorrhea in her heart.

"I'm not afraid, but almost hit your conditioned reflex." Shui Miaomiao said, don't look away, walk out from his side.

Shen Mochen held her arm.

Shui Miaomiao couldn't leave, looked back, and looked at him indifferently.

Her eyes were too cold, and there was a burst of hatred in it.

Shen Mochen looked at her deeply and said in a deep voice: "I'll go outside to order food, lest you get hit again."

Shen Mochen released his hand and went out.

Shui Miaomiao stood in the kitchen with her eyes drawn down, a sad expression flashed in her eyes.

She should no longer be confused by Shen Mochen.

She turned on the fire and poured the plum dumplings into the pot.

Shen Mochen brought all the dishes back to see her busy again, and asked, "Do you need help?"

"Go out." Shui Miaomiao said coldly, not looking at him.

Shen Mochen didn't move.

Shui Miaomiao was upset and poured the plum dumplings into the bowl.

She was so anxious that she burned her hand, and she covered her earlobe with her hand.

A pity flashed in Shen Mochen's eyes, holding her hand.

Shui Miaomiao pulled his hand out, glared at him, turned around, turned on the faucet, put his hand under water, and rinsed.

Shen Mochen frowned and stepped forward, holding her hand.

Shui Miaomiao shook his hand away and said unpleasantly, "Are you still not satisfied?"

"Do you have to blame me?" Shen Mochen twitched his eyebrows and stared at her scorchingly.

Shui Miaomiao looked at him coldly and said, "If it wasn't for you to eat, would I be hot? Do you think I should blame you!"

Shen Mochen pursed her lips, her jaw tensed, and looked at her for fifteen seconds. Shen said, "I know, don't burn."