Chapter 195

The black and white credit card lies in the tender palm of my heart, which is so striking in black and white.

Thinking of it is like holding a hot potato, I want to return this card, but looking up at Huo Shaoheng's beautiful eyebrows, there is an indisputable and undeniable look, and some of his legs are soft.

She stood in front of Huo Shaoheng with her hands outstretched. Her expression was tangled and joyful. Her eyelashes flashed like flying butterflies, which fanned the sky shaking waves in his heart.

Huo Shaoheng did not overdo his head. His hands itched and he wanted to smoke. He took out a pack of cigarettes from his trouser pocket. His slender fingers were playing with the cigarette case, hesitating whether or not to smoke a cigarette.

His eyes were attracted by his hands. The words "perfect" were written on every knuckle of those flawless hands. I wish I could be touched to eliminate my regret

The unabashed obsession and greed in the bottom of his mind suddenly pleased Huo Shaoheng.

He leaned forward slightly, lowered his head and put his hand holding the cigarette box close to his eyes. "What are you looking at? Well? "

The ending is slightly picked up, and the deep and crisp male voice glides past her ears. Her earlobe is red, and her neck is purplish red.

Thinking about it, she stepped back in a panic, for fear that Huo Shaoheng could see her mind. She staggered back and stammered: "I'm afraid that Huo Shaoheng can see her mind Uncle Huo wants to smoke? I I'll light you up... "

She raised her head and glanced at Huo Shaoheng, trying to hide her ups and downs.

Do you still need a fire?

Huo Shaoheng gazed at her misty and wet eyes, slowly put the cigarette case back into his trouser pocket and asked, "are you looking at the cigarette box?"

"Well." "It's getting late, I have to go to bed, uncle Huo..." She looked up at Huo Shaoheng, "where do you sleep today?"

"Second bed." Huo Shaoheng straightened up and turned away.

There is no reason to keep him in the master bedroom this time. Alas

However, when she changed into Huo Shaoheng's T-shirt and pajamas, she was satisfied and slept soundly with the soft and warm white goose down quilt at night.

A night without a dream, Huo Jialan was also very surprised, look at the calm Huo Shaoheng, and then look at a face of natural care, her eyebrows wrinkled.

Breakfast is usually eaten by young people of their generation. Mr. Huo, Huo GUANCHEN, Uncle Zhang and Aunt Zhang don't come down to have breakfast. They eat it in their own room.

Of course, song Jinning didn't eat three meals a day.

Last night was the exception.

After breakfast, Huo Shaoheng went to the third floor to see song Jinning.

Huo Jialan was going to follow her, but Huo GUANCHEN, who just came downstairs, stopped her. "Jialan, what gifts did the Xue family send last year for the new year? Do you have a list?"

Huo Jialan even busy way: "second uncle, some, I'm going to bring it to you."

Huo GUANCHEN nodded, "hurry up, I still have something to do."

Huo Jialan had to rush to the studio on the first floor to find the new year's bill of last year.

Huo Shaoheng and miss to come to the third floor, along the corridor has been walking, in the innermost cloakroom actually also saw a section of very clever stairs.

Thinking of looking at the stairs, sighed: "did not expect the third floor there is another heaven and earth."

In fact, the third floor is not a floor, but like a duplex floor, it is two floors.

Just from the appearance of the small building, there are only three floors.

After thinking about it, he went upstairs behind Huo Shaoheng.

This floor is also like an attic, the floor is not as high as the floor below.

Huo Shaoheng 1.88 meters in the middle of the height, almost to the ceiling.

Such a depressed space, for the sick song Jinning, will be more depressed

With a slight sigh in his heart, he followed Huo Shaoheng to a half open door.

There was a woman saying, "Mrs. song, what are you doing in the kitchen when you get up early in the morning? What would you like to eat? Tell me, I'll let the big kitchen below do it? "

Song Jinning did not speak, but there were bursts of food aroma.

Thinking of the heart move, over Huo Shaoheng walked in, crisp raw smile: "good morning Mrs. Huo!"

Entering the door is a small room similar to the living room. There is a door near the east wall. A middle-aged woman dressed as a maid in white and black trousers turns out from the door. She is stunned when she sees her. Then she sees Huo Shaoheng behind her and bows down to salute: "Huo Shao, Miss Gu."

Huo Shaoheng didn't speak and stood behind him in silence.

Song Jinning heard the voice and came out of the door. Seeing the smiling face of Miss, he was stunned, "who are you?"

She had learned the skill well. She said, "I care about it, Mrs. Huo. Yesterday you said you would make me something to eat. I remember it."

Song Jinning looked at her stupidly and said to himself: -- Did I say that? But I can't remember... "She tried to think, expression began to be painful, holding her head, a little at a loss.

Looking up at Huo Shaoheng, she was instinctively afraid of him and shrank back.

He took her hand with disapproval, "if you can't remember, don't think about it. Let's take it as if I'm here today! To tell you the truth, I haven't had enough breakfast yet

She was full when she smelled the food just now, but now she is hungry when she smells the food.

I can't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.

Her leisurely and natural posture infected song Jinning. She approached and asked, "are you really hungry?"

"Well, very hungry." "This is your kitchen?" she said

There is a very simple kitchen. There is only one stove on the stove. A pot of porridge is stewed on it. The smell of food is uploaded from the porridge.

When he looked down, he couldn't help swallowing another mouthful of water. The porridge was so good that almost all the rice grains were broken in the pot, but they were clear and did not paste into a piece.

Song Jinning was amused by her greedy appearance, took a spoon to her and scooped out a bowl. "If you are hungry, eat it. There is still something in the pot." With that, she looked at Huo Shaoheng who followed him silently and asked him timidly, "you Well, do you want to eat? "

Huo Shaoheng nodded.

Song Jinning quickly served him another bowl.

Thinking of and Huo Shaoheng sitting at the kitchen table, face to face to drink porridge.

This porridge is really authentic. The congee oil is boiled out, and the natural fragrance of rice is melted into the porridge. Without any seasoning and adding, it relies solely on the heat and rice to win. It is really the best porridge in the world.

Considering that one of the bowls was not enough, he ate another bowl, which made song Jinning's porridge pot almost empty.

“…… Ah? I'm sorry, Mrs. Huo. I should have left some for you I am very sorry to apologize.

These two bowls of porridge are the best food for her in the past two days, and also the food that makes her really full.

Song Jinning was very happy and said, "it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. You just like to eat. I have something to eat, which is specially prepared for you."

"I'll tell you! You actually remember what you said yesterday Thinking of the joy of holding song Jinning's arm, "well, then, I eat your cooking, I also cook for you, OK?"

Song Jinning nodded, "OK, what can you do?"

In fact, I can't do anything but cook instant noodles

Huo Shaoheng certainly won't let her cook instant noodles at home for his mother to eat. He took a look at her and said, "you and She's out. I'll do it. '

This is the first three thousand words.

Today's second is also the integration of the two shifts, including the first time for the Lord Ren Xiaoyao 2722 to reward the spirit and favor in July, around 1:00 p.m.

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