43. Mr. Han, lend me bao

Her body was covered with a thick two-layer quilt, and she was sweating a lot, and now her head felt a lot refreshed.

The pajamas on her body were also newly changed, and strangely this time she didn't blush, but felt comfortable and natural.

When she first woke up from a dream, she still remembered that three years after Mu Yan left, she got married.

Lifting the quilt and preparing to go to the bathroom, the bedroom door opened, Han Zimo held a tray with a bowl of white porridge on it, "What's wrong?" I sat on the bed and drank the porridge first. ”

His voice was very warm, so warm that she wanted to cry, but she didn't hold back, she rushed over and hugged his waist head-on, "Mr. Han, lend me a hug, it......'ll be fine for a while" The voice was almost pleading.

Han Zimo was stunned by her action, but did not speak, put the tray on the table with his big hand, and patted her shoulder one by one.

She didn't make a sound, silently rubbing tears on his clean shirt.

His body temperature warmed her through the thin fabric, enveloping her, making her feel a lot more at ease, Yun Xiyue had never found his arms so warm, she even had a delusion that she was looking for the right person, right?

"What's wrong? Are you wronged at work? He patted her on the head and asked.

Yun Xiyue didn't want to say anything, and hugged his waist tightly.

Han Zimo felt her strangeness, and the corners of his lips slowly smiled, letting her hold her like this.

I don't know how long it took, but she recovered her mood and let go of him, "Mr. Han, do you think I'm abnormal?" ”

It's the first time for the two of them to be so close, so close to each other, and she took the initiative, will she be misunderstood by him?

"What is the scope of the abnormality?" Han Zimo has a headache, the daughter-in-law he married is so special, is it not normal for his wife to throw herself into her husband's arms? How many times would he wish she had pounced?

Yun Xiyue felt that she was asking something wrong, so she hurriedly diverted the topic, "I'm so hungry, can I eat now?" Because of her weak heart, she didn't dare to look at his face.

Han Zimo handed her the bowl, and she took the bowl and ate it spoonful by spoonful, trying to make him forget the question just now.

"What the hell is going on today?" Before going to bed at night, Yun Xiyue still didn't escape, Han Zimo asked while flipping through the magazine.

Yun Xiyue paused for a long time, and finally chose to lie, "Just let me be bullied." ”

"Who dares to bully you and ask your husband to teach you a lesson?" He put down the magazine, half-joking.

"How are you going to teach that?" Yun Xiyue chuckled out loud and became interested.

Han Zimo coughed calmly, "Exiled to Siberia as a coolie." ”

"!" She scoffed, her eyes crooked with a smile.

"Does not make you laugh?" He snorted absently, his gaze swept over her little face, the taste of inquiry shallow.

Yun Xiyue immediately put away her smile and pulled down the quilt, "Hurry up and go to bed, it's not early." ”

"Actually, it's still ......early," he muttered, "there's still a lot to do......

Yun Xiyue pretended not to hear it, and pulled the quilt hard to cover his head.

But at this time, Han Zimo's phone rang, he picked it up, didn't know what he heard, and said, "I'll come over immediately." ”

Yun Xiyue pulled open the corner of the quilt and looked at him, although he was still calm and calm, but his slightly flustered movements leaked everything, she couldn't help but wonder who could make him like this?

Let's start the double watch tomorrow, is there a baby reading a book? Qi really feels like he is singing a one-man show