Chapter 102: Imagining What It Looks Like to Be My Wife?

Huo Jingzun stared lazily at the plate in her hand, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

Su Qixi didn't know how long he had been watching it here, this scene was like a husband waiting for his wife to stir-fry, she hurriedly lowered her head, but heard Huo Jingzun speak slowly, "Miss Su is imagining what it looks like to be my wife?" ”

In a word!

Su Qixi hurriedly picked up the spatula in disguise, and hurriedly poured the ham sausage into the pot, and the palm of his hand slipped, and the plate fell directly down from his hand

A figure approached quickly, and by the time Su Qixi reacted, the plate had been steadily caught by a big hand!

The familiar masculine atmosphere also surrounded her, and Su Qixi raised her eyes to see the man's half-open neckline, and a large white and firm chest close to her.

Her heartbeat skipped slightly.

Huo Jingzun rested one arm on her waist, affectionately wrapped, and the other hand was still holding her slippery and dropped plate, and the man's chuckle sounded above her head, "What's the matter, Miss Su's hands are wet?" ”

He bit down on two words, his tone was ambiguous and evoking, Su Qixi blushed to the root of his ears, and hurriedly stretched out his hand to push him, "I, I'm going to fry rice, Huohuo is hungry." ”

"I'm hungry too," Huo Jingzun suddenly lowered his head, his whole handsome face approached her, and even his voice was dyed with charm, "Is there my share?" ”

The hot breath sprayed on his face, Su Qixi's heart beat faster, and he pressed his tightened arm, "You let it go first, I'm very busy here." ”

Huo Jingzun stretched out his hand to the table behind him.

Su Qixi turned around as she spoke, and the bowl containing the eggs was placed on the edge of the table for some reason, and she happened to touch the ......

"Bang"

The eggs that had been beaten were knocked over, and the bowl fell to the floor.

Su Qixi was startled, and in the next moment, his feet were in the air, and the whole person had been picked up by Huo Jingzun!

She subconsciously hugged the man's neck, "You ......"

"You're going to fry yourself with a drop in eggs?"

“……”

Su Qixi choked, realized his movements, and was busy letting go of his hand, Huo Jingzun's thin lips hooked, and he said a little playfully, "This habit is very good, I allow you to keep it." ”

Su Qixi, "......"

Huo Chengyou, who was watching cartoons in the living room, heard the movement and ran over with a knock, only to see his own Lao Tzu holding Su Qixi, and there was still egg liquid dripping down her body, and the little guy opened his mouth in surprise, "Su Su, what's wrong?" ”

Could it be that Dad got angry and dropped the bowl?!

Su Qixi buried his face, and he didn't know how to explain what was wrong with him...... When I saw him, my heart beat faster and I was nervous, is this a disease?

"Go upstairs and wash up."

Huo Jingzun didn't even look at his son, and strode towards the stairs with Su Qixi in his arms.

Huo Chengyou stared at their backs angrily, but he could only stare dryly, bullying him for his short hands and short legs, short stature, and couldn't hold his own woman!

But......

Huo Chengyou turned his head to look at the broken porcelain bowl on the ground, puzzled, he obviously put the bowl of beating eggs in the table, how could Su Su knock it out?

…………

Huo Jingzun directly carried Su Qixi to the master bedroom on the second floor, and all the clothes on her body were stained with egg liquid, so she had to change them all.

In the bathroom, Su Qixi stood under the shower head, she tilted her head and let the hot water flush on her face.

In the mist, she seemed to see a tall man standing there, with a towel on his sturdy upper body, smiling at her and saying, "Are you going to wash in it for the rest of your life?" ”