Madam Wants a Divorce Every Day

Huo Jingshen threw the bag on the sofa, "Go and change it, wash your hands and eat."

"Oh." Su Hou Hou obediently passed.

After coming out, the whole living room seemed to smell of food.

In the open restaurant, there are already four dishes and one soup on the table. The four stir-fried dishes are all made exquisitely, and they are also presented on the plate. The color, fragrance, and taste are simply delicious.

Su Wanwan hurriedly picked up a piece of chopsticks and put it into her mouth.

The delicious food almost burst into tears.

"Why are you so good, you can still cook, who did you learn from, so good, so delicious..." Su Hunhou praised as he ate.

"Call my husband." Huo Jing interrupted coldly.

"..." Su Hun Hun had a flat mouth.

Forget it, just don't praise him, bow his head and concentrate on eating.

Huo Jingshen picked up the red wine and poured himself a glass, just near his thin lips.

"Can I have some red wine?" The little girl started talking again.

Huo Jingshen raised his eyelids and looked at her with cool eyes, "Want to drink?"

Su Hun Hun nodded sharply.

She hadn't touched wine for too long, and just smelling the mellow aroma of wine couldn't stand it.

Looking eagerly at the glass of wine in his hand, he couldn't help but put out his little tongue and licked his lips.

Huo Jingshen: "..."

The throat bone quickly rolled up and down, watching the pink uvula quickly retract the two pink lips, he said dumbly, "You are in your menstrual period and can only drink soup."

"Sniff!" Su Houhou hummed twice and continued to eat.

I have to admit that this old man's cooking skills are still very good.

Although these are just home-cooked dishes, each dish is made to a standard that is not inferior to the restaurant, especially the so particular presentation, the companionship of red wine, and the abrupt pyrotechnics of cooking have become a noble style.

Finally satiated and drunk, Su Hunhou touched his belly, satisfied from body to heart.

"Satisfied?" Huo Jingshen looked at her.

Su Houhou nodded, "Will you cook all the food in the future?"

Huo Jingshen swayed the liquid in the red wine glass. Suddenly, his thin lips opened, "I'm cooking for you, what are you doing for me?"

"Do..." Su Huhou suddenly reacted after realizing it, and his face instantly burst into red.

Nima.

Wouldn't you die if you didn't use the yellow tone?

"Why are you blushing?" Huo Jingshen looked at her in time, his expression was like a fishy old fox.

Su Huhou chose to go directly back to the house, "I'm upstairs!"

Huo Jingshen sat there, rubbing the red wine glass with his slender fingers, and those dark eyes fell on her faintly.

Quiet indoors.

It's already more than seven o'clock in the evening, and it should be eleven o'clock in the morning in Britain.

**

As soon as Su Houtou arrived upstairs, his cell phone rang.

When she saw the call, she almost wanted to curse.

It's Qiao Zixin again!

"Hey!" Su Houhou's tone was aggressive.

"Hou Hou, it's me." Qiao Zixin cautiously, "That's it. I searched it carefully just now, but I still didn't find my earrings. Could you help me find it again? In the corner of the back seat, there are Under the seat, please help me find them, please, those earrings are really important to me."

Su Houhou rolled his eyes, "I see."

Hanging up the phone, she went back downstairs again.

Unexpectedly, the living room is empty, nor is the dining room.

Seeing the floor-to-ceiling balcony door open, she immediately walked over.

"You send me all the information about the orphanage back then, about Yan..."

Just hearing this, the phone was hung up.

Huo Jingshen put down the phone, stuffed the cigarette into his thin lips and took a sip.

It was already dark, the lights on the balcony were a bit dim, and the smoke was lingering, making his expression a bit unpredictable.

"What's wrong?" Huo Jingshen asked.

Su Houhou blinked, "Where is your car key? Give it to me."

"do what?"

"What's your attitude?" Su Houhou felt that he was mysterious, "Are you afraid that I would turn over women's things in your car?"

Huo Jingshen curled his thin lips, "Baby, is this going to check the post?"

"Yes, will you give it?" After Su Houhou said, he simply stretched out his hand directly.

Huo Jingshen looked at the little hand in front of him.

White and tender, the fingers are very slender, but the fingers are round and lovely.

Inevitably, some restricted images suddenly appeared in my mind.

The brow bones twitched slightly, his eyes darkened for a moment.

Thin lips slowly spit out a thin puff of smoke, and the voice did not rush, "Pick it out, left pocket."

He holds a cigarette in one hand and a mobile phone in the other, which is indeed a bit inconvenient.

Su Hunhui didn't doubt that he was there, so he stepped forward and put his hand in the left pocket of his trousers, "No!"

"Are you stupid? Left."

"Who made you not tell whether it was your left or mine?"

Blame me?

Su Houhou retracted his hand, moved into the right pocket, and felt it everywhere, "Still not."

"Behind."

"Fuck, why didn't you say it earlier!"

Su Houhou gave him an angry swear word, then put his hand back, almost sticking his hip into the pocket.

Feel east, then west.

Well, the old man's figure is indeed quite good, even the hips have muscles, strong, tight, and feel very good.

Suddenly, her wrist was firmly held by a big hand.

Huo Jingshen lowered his head and looked at the little girl who was a head shorter than him with deep black eyes. In his low voice, there was an obvious husky, "What do you want to do?"

Su Houhou opened his black and white eyes wide, very naive and innocent.

"Front and back, left, right, left, and right, your husband's lower body was touched all over."

Su Wanwan: "..."