C147 What did you say, give it to me to eat?

What did you say, give it to me next?

stroked its forehead, "Then it's decided, small rice bucket."

After small rice bucket finished eating the dog food, Qiao Mo carried it into the bathtub. small rice bucket refused to cooperate so her small body twisted and splashed Qiao Mo with water.

Qiao Mo rubbed the bath on small rice bucket's body that was already soaked to the skin, rubbing out a huge pile of white foam, making a ruckus that caused the air to be filled with bubbles.

The sunlight was lazily shining in the courtyard. Qiao Mo squatted beside the flower bush in the courtyard and helped the small rice bucket take a bath.

When Xiao Yan returned, he stood at the door and saw this warm image.

The picture was very ordinary, but it was very warm.

In a villa in the suburbs, his wife was bathing a puppy she just picked up under the full sunlight.

This was probably the most blissful life.

The emotions that had been vacant for two years suddenly dropped to the ground from the sky. The blank memories and emotions in his heart were slowly filled up.

Qiao Mo was drenched from head to toe by the small black dog, and was completely focused on bathing it, so she did not notice the man at the door, who was staring at her.

Xiao Yan stood there, looking at his wife lovingly.

Qiao Mo returned to his side. Only he and her knew how difficult it was.

Only they understood each other.

Qiao Mo squatted on the ground, with one hand holding onto small rice bucket and the other helping to rub its body, he said righteously at the same time: "You have to clean up before you can come in, do you understand?"

"Sigh... What are you doing? If you enter my house so dirty, Ah Yan will definitely throw you into the ocean. At that time, I won't be able to save you. "

"Don't make a fuss, it's all water... In the future, be a good boy and don't climb on Ah Yan's body, understand? "

Qiao Mo said many things, every word of her never left Xiao Yan.

Although Xiao Yan did not remember the past, his obsession with cleanliness had always been there. A warm river flowed through his heart, and when looked at him, his gaze was as gentle as water.

"Cough."

When Qiao Mo had almost finished bathing for the small rice bucket, Xiao Yan, who had been standing at the door, coughed lightly while covering his fist.

Qiao Mo carried the clean small rice bucket and looked back to see him standing at the entrance.

Her clear eyes contained a sweet smile as she said, "Ah, you're back. I'm bathing it." Do you need help? This guy is very noisy. "

She knew that he didn't like these pets, nor did he like dog hair on his body. But she didn't think that Xiao Yan would really stride over, reach out to grab a dry towel that was draped over a chair, and receive small rice bucket from Qiao Mo's embrace with a raise of his hand. He wrapped it up and wiped the water stains off.

Qiao Mo was startled. She squatted on the ground and propped her chin up while looking at him: "Since when are you willing to get close to these small animals?"

Xiao Yan did not answer her question. Instead, he was wiping the water droplets on small rice bucket's body and frowned: "In the hospital, I was told that there is something important I need to do, that is, give it a bath?"

Qiao Mo was slightly embarrassed, her cheeks were slightly red. "I think, it might be lost, and it hasn't eaten for a long time. Furthermore, if I stay there, it will only bring you more awkwardness and trouble. Isn't it? "

Qiao Mo reached out and stroked the small rice bucket's wet little head.

Xiao Yan reached out and held her hand, "Next time, don't be like this again. Little Mo, I still won't think that you are a burden and an embarrassment."

Qiao Mo smiled, "I know."

small rice bucket shouted a few times.

Qiao Mo laughed: "Right, I have given it a name, small rice bucket. What do you think?"

Xiao Yan rubbed his hands over small rice bucket's body. Suddenly, he brushed past an awkward place, his eyes sunk, and his movements stopped.

Qiao Mo was a little suspicious, "What's wrong?"

"Is it male?"

"Yeah, what's wrong?"

The corner of Xiao Yan's eyes twitched, "In the future, you are not allowed to bathe it!"

Qiao Mo was stunned for a good three seconds, "..."

When Xiao Yan carried the small rice bucket's henchmen into the house, Qiao Mo, who was squatting on the ground, suddenly laughed out secretly.

As for...?

With a little male dog, eat. vinegar?

Qiao Mo quickly got up and followed Xiao Yan who was walking in big strides like a shooting star into the house.

"Ah Yan, don't carry it like that, it's scared!"

Xiao Yan raised the small rice bucket in his hand, feeling a bit angry, "If you continue shouting, do you believe that I won't throw you into the ocean to feed the fishes?"

The corner of Qiao Mo's mouth twitched, "..."

small rice bucket was thrown to the side, pitifully wanting to run and rub herself against Qiao Mo's legs. However, Xiao Yan gave him a cold glare, scaring him to the point she was trembling, as if she knew that her master did not like it, and obediently lied down to the side to sleep.

Seeing this scene, Qiao Mo almost laughed out loud.

But when Xiao Yan's serious gaze fell on her face, she held back and could not laugh anymore.

"Oh right, you haven't eaten yet, right? I'll go cook something. "

Qiao Mo washed her hands, and planned to enter the kitchen to display her culinary skills.

"Ah Yan, what do you want to eat? How about I give it to you to eat next? "

Qiao Mo opened the refrigerator and found it easier to cook noodles.

She was standing in front of the open refrigerator when suddenly, the man behind her gripped her waist tightly. He breathed in and out with boiling hot breath, rolling towards her ear like a fireball.

Xiao Yan's voice was low and deep, seductive and sexy. His breath slowly blew into her cochlea, "What did you say? "Are you giving it to me to eat?"

Qiao Mo was a little slow, she did not understand the meaning of the words she said, "It's best to save time when cooking the noodles, it's getting late."

The man's hot, unguarded kiss landed on her hair and cheeks. His slender fingers even pinched her chin, twisting her cheeks to kiss him.

"Hey …"

Qiao Mo pushed him away with both hands. Why did this man say that every time he said something, he would say it out?

She still wanted to cook.

"You said that you would let me eat it, is that not what you mean? Little Mo, you're questioning my ability to understand, huh? "

Xiao Yan said in a serious tone, his eyes staring straight into hers.

Qiao Mo was embarrassed. It was clear that her and Xiao Yan's understanding level was not on the same level.

For example, when he said he would take a good look at her, he meant he would look through her entire body.

Now, when she said she wanted to give it to him, he felt that it was a hint of her surname.

Qiao Mo blushed little, and pushed him with all her strength: "... Hey, what are you thinking about? I mean cooking noodles! Do you know anything about cooking noodles? "

Xiao Yan frowned, and stared coldly at her.

— A woman who spoils the atmosphere.

Qiao Mo waved her hand and pushed him to the side, then took out the ingredients and placed them on the counter, "You just wait there to wash your hands and eat. I'm going to start cooking, go and wait by the side. "

The man knitted his brows as he once again stuck to her with dissatisfaction. Standing behind her, he placed his hand on her slender waist, lowering his head and speaking in a hoarse voice. "Doing this is more important than cooking, huh?"

"Stop messing around, you're hungry, I'm hungry too, I have to eat."

"Good, I'm hungry now."

Qiao Mo didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

In the end, she knocked Xiao Yan's big hand off of her waist and blew him out of the kitchen.

If he stayed in the kitchen and was carried by her like this, he would not be able to cook. He would really cook her first!

Qiao Mo thought about that scene and shook her head.

It's too … Bloodline debt.

In the kitchen.

When Qiao Mo finished cooking the noodles, she found that the man sitting on the sofa had already changed his formal and stern clothes into a set of soft black fabric.

He was sitting on the sofa boringly, teasing small rice bucket.

He held a ball of wool in his hands, which was sometimes raised and sometimes lowered. The small rice bucket who was squatting on the sofa had his head raised, and was jumping around because of his teasing. He couldn't reach the ball of wool no matter how hard he tried.

Qiao Mo held onto the noodles, and stood there in a daze, watching quietly.

It was obvious that the expression on the man's face was so impatient, but Qiao Mo saw through it and felt that this scene was actually cherished and missed by her.

Afraid that the noodles were cold, Qiao Mo slightly lowered her eyes, took the noodles and called out to him, "Time to eat."

Only then did Xiao Yan throw the ball back to small rice bucket. He went to the kitchen to wash his hands and then came out to eat.

Although it was only noodles, Qiao Mo cooked it flawlessly. Orchids, tomatoes, beef, they were all placed on top of the noodles as side dishes.

The amount of nourishment he needed was not little.

There did not seem to be much noodles at home. When Qiao Mo was eating, he was eating two plates of the same noodles.

When Xiao Yan came over to eat dinner, he saw Qiao Mo use a tableware to pull half of the noodles from his plate into Xiao Yan's plate.

Xiao Yan frowned, "What, can't you finish it?"

"My appetite is small, so I can't eat that much."

Xiao Yan did not think too much into it. He only thought that she was simply unable to finish all the food before giving half of the plate to her.

Qiao Mo's eyes were filled with anticipation as he watched him take his first bite, "How does it taste?"

In the past two years, she hadn't had much use for other cooking, but in terms of cooking noodles, she could be considered an expert.

For the past two years, she had been alone at home. The most convenient way to solve this problem was to cook a bowl of noodles and fill her stomach.

Usually, when one was in New York City, facing an empty house, eating a bowl of noodles, one would only feel bored.

But now, although it still tasted the same, and tasted the same, Qiao Mo felt that this bowl of noodles was completely different from the one she had eaten in New York City.

"The taste is not bad."

After Xiao Yan finished the noodles on the plate, he tidied it up and was in a good mood.

When Qiao Mo was washing the dishes, she originally wanted to help, but she was rejected.

"Originally, in these past two years, I should have been the one doing all these things by your side. However, it was someone else who replaced me. Thus, now, let me make up for it bit by bit."

Xiao Yan's finger paused for a second, before he retracted it.

How could he not understand Qiao Mo's words?

The small things these housewives did were cumbersome and even annoying to ordinary people, but to her, she enjoyed the feeling of being by his side and being busy for him.

Xiao Yan couldn't help but laugh, and only extended his arms to hug her.

"Little Mo, don't leave. Don't leave my sight."

He pressed his face against the back of her neck and sighed softly. He lightly kissed her neck and said hoarsely, "I really need you."

Qiao Mo turned, her hands stained with the lather of the detergent, and opened her arms, hugging his skinny and straight back with difficulty.

She was jealous of Song Xiazhi. She accompanied him by her side for two years, and had experienced those tiny hours of light with him.

Qiao Mo raised her head and tiptoed to kiss his thin lips.