Wife Capture: Leng Mei Boss loves to the bone

Han's mother over there responded, but her tone was full of unspeakable happiness, which made Han Shaoqi on this side sigh slightly.

After lying on the bed for a while, Han Shaoqi slowly got up, turned off the lights, locked the door, and returned the key to its original place.

Along the way, the rain did not stop.

Across the heavy rain curtain, the bright lights in the distance also become blurred, the world is quiet and quiet, only myself.

When Han Shaoqi's car entered the Han's villa, Han's mother had already received the news, and happily waited at the door with an umbrella.

I caught a glimpse of Han Shaoqi's figure from a distance, and under the illumination of the street lamps, he cast a long shadow on the ground, from far to near.

Looking at the door of the house, father Han and mother Han, as well as old man Han standing beside him, were standing in front of the door smiling and looking in their direction.

Han Shaoqi's heart became more and more hesitant and hesitant.

He walked downstairs quickly, with a smile on his face, and complained in a low voice, "Grandpa, why did Mom and Dad come out? It's not that I don't know the way."

Mother Han smiled cheerfully, "Wait a minute, it's okay."

Han Shaoqi nodded to Mr. Han and Father Han, and personally helped Mr. Han into the villa.

It's not as cold inside the room as it is outside, but rather warm.

Seeing that half of Han Shaoqi's body was wet, Han's mother complained, "I'm too old to take care of myself." She asked Han Shaoqi to take off his coat, and handed him a dry towel to wipe his hair .

Just under the eaves, the lights were dim, so I didn't notice it. Now that I entered the room, Mr. Han also frowned, urging Han Shaoqi to take a hot bath.

Han Shaoqi strode towards his room, which had a private bathroom.

Seeing this, Father Han, Mother Han, and Old Man Han behind him couldn't help but smile.

Han Shaoqi took a shower neatly, changed into his home clothes, and still had a towel hanging on his shoulders, water drops slipping down his black and soft hair.

During dinner, Han Mu's hands never stopped, and she kept sending the dishes on the plate to Han Shaoqi's bowl, all of which were meat.

Han Shaoqi was very annoyed, staring at the piles of various meats in the bowl, and whispered, "Mom, I'm not a carnivore."

Regardless of Mother Han's disregard, Han Shaoqi ate one piece and piled another, muttering, "The doctor said, you need to make up for it during this time."

The meal was enjoyable, and when it was over, it was already pointing to nine o'clock.

Mr. Han's expression has improved compared to before, but his expression is a little bit sleepy.

Han Shaoqi hurriedly supported Mr. Han to go upstairs.

But when he was at the corner of the stairs, he turned abruptly and walked towards the study.

Mother Han sighed, and smiled at Father Han, "You two are whispering again."

Father Han also smiled, but there was worry in his eyes when he looked at the figures of the old and the young.

After helping Mr. Han to sit down on the rattan chair covered with thick cushions, Han Shaoqi sat down opposite him.

Although Mr. Han is not in good spirits, he sees things like a mirror in his heart.

Today, Han Shaoqi's words and deeds were too abnormal. He kept a smile on his face all the time, but his eyes were in a daze.

The careless Han Mu didn't notice it, but she couldn't escape her own eyes.

"Qi'er, what happened?"

Han Shaoqi laughed, "Grandpa, what can happen, the company is too busy, I'm just a little tired."

Old Man Han frowned, "Qi'er, tell Grandpa the truth."