Chapter 164： warmth

Hearing what Wang Hao said, Hu Zi's straight back loosened slightly, "Oh"

Wang Hao's eyes sharpened when he looked at Hu Zi, "What happened to your forehead? Did you fight someone again?"

Hu Zi felt horrified when he heard it, and immediately replied: "No! I fell."

"How did it fall?"

Hu Zi glanced at Wang Hao, and replied with drooping eyelids, "It's a hit and miss."

When Wang Hao heard that he didn't fall from skating, he ignored him and said lightly, "Get up early tomorrow to run for exercise."

Hu Zi frowned, "There's still snow outside!"

"If there is snow, it will not delay you from running, but it will also delay your running?"

Hu Zi looked at his father like this, and he didn't dare to say anything.

Han Wen knew that Wang Hao was doing it for Hu Zi's health, and although she was very sympathetic, she didn't dissuade him.

During the meal, Han Wen looked at Wang Hao and suddenly said, "I want to send Xiaolong to school after the new year."

Wang Hao was sandwiching the noodles and paused when he heard Han Wen's words, and calmly replied, "He's only six years old, is it too early?" After speaking, he put the noodles in his mouth.

Han Wen: "It's getting late, I remember Hu Zi started first grade at the age of six."

"No one took Huzi at that time. He was saying that he was so young, he could keep up with him in the first grade. Don't be like Huzi, counting back and forth."

Hu Zi was eating noodles happily, and paused when he heard his father's words, he felt that his father was connoting him.

Han Wen didn't care much, "I have taught Xiaolong's first-year courses. He is very smart and should be fine."

Wang Hao thought for a while, "Okay, then I'll listen to you."

Xiaolong was also very happy to hear that he could go to school after the new year, and even ate half a bowl of rice.

After eating, Wang Hao didn't rest, he took off his jacket and went to shovel the snow in the yard.

Seeing that he was only wearing a sweater, Han Wen reprimanded with a dark face: "You just wear that much, and you're not afraid of freezing."

"I'll just do some exercise." After speaking, he started to move in the yard.

Han Wen saw that he didn't listen, so she went with him.

It took more than half an hour for Wang Hao to finish shoveling the snow in the yard. Han Wen saw that he had rolled up his sleeves, showing his thin forearms, and took his arm to measure his temperature. It was cold and cold. .

"Look at how hot your arm is so cold." He helped him pull off his sleeve as he spoke.

Wang Hao raised his other hand to hold Han Wen's wrist, a warmth penetrated through Han Wen's skin, and said with a smile, "It's not that cold."

Han Wen glanced at him angrily, walked over to the chair, took off his padded jacket, and handed it over, "It's winter now, not autumn, so be careful."

Wang Hao replied in a low voice, "Okay."

"I'm going to Shanghai tomorrow, what do you want to bring?"

Han Wen thought for a while, "I don't have anything to bring at home, but Sister Wang wants you to help bring a bag of flour." Said Sister Wang, Han Wen suddenly remembered something, she tiptoed slightly and whispered into Wang Hao's ear: "I went to Sister Wang's house in the morning and saw that their kitchen has a tank exactly like ours. Do you think it would be possible?"

Wang Hao put on his clothes and squinted his eyes. After thinking about it, he asked, "Did you talk about the tank?"

Han Wen nodded: "I complimented a few words."

"What's the reaction of Mrs. Wang?"

Han Wen thought for a while, "It's natural to have no reaction."

"Then they don't have one."

Han Wen: "Why are you so sure?"

Wang Hao: "Have you forgotten what Brother Zhou does?"

Han Wen thought for a while, "That's right, you can't have this in every household."

Seeing Han Wen like this, Wang Hao suddenly reached out and rubbed her head.

Han Wen was taken aback by Wang Hao's action, and her ears reddened quietly. How could she feel that they were dating?

But seeing Wang Hao's indifferent expression, Han Wen subconsciously stopped her waist, she couldn't be fooled by sugar-coated cannonballs.

"How many days are you going this time, do you want me to pack your clothes?" Han Wen asked casually.

Wang Hao originally wanted to go to the bedroom to pack up, but when he heard Han Wen's words, he paused. This was the first time she offered to help him pack his clothes. It's enough."

Han Wen didn't care about what Wang Hao said, after all, Wang Hao's clothes were all collected by her during this time.

Han Wen followed Wang Hao into the room, took out the long-made black backpack from the cabinet, and started packing.

Wang Hao looked at the bag that Han Wen was holding, and asked stupidly, "When did you make this bag?"

While packing Wang Hao's clothes, Han Wen replied, "I did it a long time ago, your army green bag has been used for too long, and the bottom is worn out, so I made a black one according to yours, take a look alright!"

Wang Hao's eyes are full of joy. His favorite color is army green, except for this color, which is black, and everything that Han Wen does has done to his heart.

Looking at Han Wen who was busy packing things for him, Wang Hao suddenly felt a sense of belonging.

He was sitting on a chair originally, but when Han Wen finished packing and came over, he suddenly reached out and grabbed Han Wen's arm, making her sit firmly on his lap.

Han Wen is also used to Wang Hao's surprise now, sitting on his lap blinking and asking, "What's the matter with you?"

Wang Hao stared straight at Han Wen with tenderness in his eyes, "It's nothing, I just want to hug you."

The two of them have done more intimate things, but Han Wen is not pretentious, she raised her hands around Wang Hao's thin waist, buried herself in his arms, and said softly, "For your poor sake. , then give you a hug!"

Han Wen sat with Wang Hao in her arms for a while and didn't talk to him, she felt a little bored, she raised Wang Hao and embraced her hand and started to play.

It can be said that Wang Hao's hands are completely based on Han Wen's aesthetics.

The fingers are straight and slender, with well-defined knuckles, and the temperature of the palm changes with the climate. At this time, it is very warm and uncomfortable.

Wang Hao hugged Han Wen and let her play with his fingers. Seeing Han Wen like this, Wang Hao couldn't help but wonder if he would be like Han Wen if he had a daughter. Thinking of Wang Hao's desire for a daughter Not only is it hot again.

After ten minutes, Wang Hao moved and looked at Han Wen, who was about to fall asleep in his arms, and said in a low voice, "I will carry you to bed for a while?"

Because she woke up too early in the morning, Han Wen leaned against Wang Hao's arms and wanted to sleep. She squinted her eyes and snorted softly.

Wang Hao smiled silently, carefully carried Han Wen onto the bed, helped her take off her shoes and socks, and covered the quilt before going out.

Han Wen has a habit of not wearing socks to bed no matter how cold it is. If you don't take them off now, when she wakes up, the bed will be full of socks.

When Wang Hao came out of the bedroom, he saw the two children sitting by the stove playing the game that Han Wen taught them to jump into the river.