hello cold husband

Chapter 429 I finally waited for you, but fortunately I didn't give up

At this time, there is a crossroad ahead.

Ah Mo stepped on the killing car slowly, the speed of the car slowed down, and the wind blowing in from the car window was much softer.

It blows on Jojo's body, lifts her ponytail tied behind her head, and the strands flutter with the wind.

The car stopped completely, and the wind was still blowing, very light, very light.

The ponytail on the back of her head was still floating.

The wait for the red light lasted 72 seconds.

It was extremely long, but for Ah Mo, it was very short.

He just looked at him quietly like this, and the early morning autumn sun shone on her head, creating a burst of light.

In this flash of light, she smiled joyfully, and looked out of the car window with joyful eyes, the dimple still deeply sunken in her smile.

At the age of 31, she is still youthful, like a big girl.

Next time, if the opposite sex wants to take a photo with him again, no matter if he is an acquaintance or not, no matter whether she is worthy or not.

He will directly refuse.

Who made him fall in love with her so much.

I can't bear to stand beside myself, any one of the opposite sex.

She couldn't bear to keep her mouth shut, but she was unhappy in her heart.

Just looking at her like this, the long 72 seconds passed in a flash.

He didn't notice that the indicator light in front had turned green.

He didn't even notice that the car behind him honked at him to signal him to get out of the way.

It was Qiao Qiao who looked back from the window and looked at him sideways with a frown.

"Ah Mo, is there something strange about my face, I'm so absorbed in seeing it?" Her voice pulled him back from his thoughts.

She smiled and said, "The light is green. Are you in a bad state of mind? Do you want me to drive?"

Only then did he let go of the killing car, slowly brought up the accelerator, the car moved forward, and calmed down his anger by excluding the waiting cars behind him.

"When did you learn to drive?"

"I went to learn to drive after confinement. If you don't believe me, try it with me."

"When you go out in the future, take the driver with you. I don't worry about you driving alone." However, when he came back, the group was handed over to Gu Xu, so she probably wouldn't be allowed to go out alone.
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A few days later, Deng Jiaru, Mr. Yun and Qiao Shiwen all moved away.

They also found a school for Caesar, who was supposed to be in fifth grade.

But he was smart, and after a few days in the fifth grade, he had nothing to learn, so he was directly promoted to junior high school.

On a cool morning, Qiao Qiao turned over in a burst of satisfaction, and habitually touched the position on the right.

However, it was empty there, and there was no warmth in the bedding.

She snapped her eyes open.

I can't see Ah Mo beside me.

Outside the window, it was still early.

The sky was just turning white.

She searched around the bedroom with bare feet, but there was no sign of Ah Mo.

She panicked and thought that all the tenderness and happiness these days were just a dream.

She thought she was waking up from a dream.

Barefoot, frantically looking for Ah Mo in the villa.

When going downstairs, because she rushed too fast, a gust of wind behind her swept the big and wide sunflower leaves in the potted plant.

When the leaves swayed, she had already heard the sound and went to the kitchen.

Standing at the door of the kitchen, I saw Ah Mo wearing an apron, pulling up his sleeves, making breakfast.

There seemed to be boiled porridge in the pot, and the fragrance of purple sweet potatoes could still be vaguely smelled.

While stirring the porridge pot, Ah Mo turned on the stove on the other side.

Pour a little olive oil into a pan that appears to be poached eggs.

She looked at Ah Mo who was so homely and masculine, and there were hazy tears in her eyes.

It turned out that he really came back.

I didn't see him just now, I really thought I was having a dream.

She walked over barefoot without the slightest sound.

So much so that he found her when she leaned against his back obsessively and wrapped her hands around his waist.

Wei Wei turned her head back, said with a smile, "Mama Wu is not here today, I will make breakfast for you, why don't you sleep more?"

She didn't answer, but just rubbed against his back and circled him even more obsessively.

His waist is very thin, but wrapped in his arms, he is very strong.

He was only wearing a thin autumn T-shirt, and he could clearly feel his strong abdominal muscles through this layer of cloth.

He could also smell the increasingly manly breath on his body.

It smells great.

In the pot, chi chi exploded.

He had cracked the eggs and was frying them in the pan.

Feeling such a real her, smelling the delicious smell of poached eggs around her, and the thick smell of purple potato porridge in the pot, she felt at ease.

It turned out that all the tenderness and happiness these days were real.

She is not dreaming.

Perhaps in the past five years or so, she was really terrified, the kind of loneliness and desolation when a person wakes up alone.

That's why she was so panicked when he wasn't around today.

"Qiao Qiao." He turned his head slightly again, "You didn't like to eat Western-style breakfast before, I wonder if your habit has changed, do you still like to drink porridge?"

She nodded behind his back.

When he was about to turn his head, he accidentally discovered that she was standing behind him barefoot.

Quickly turned the poached egg into the porcelain plate, turned around, reproached her, and looked at her distressedly.

"Why don't you even wear shoes, it's getting cold."

He took a step, as if he was going out to screw her shoes.

But she pulled his wrist, forced him to stop, and cast a look of fascination.

He called softly, "Ah Mo, hug me."

"What's the matter." He took half a step forward, took her back and let her lean into his arms, smoothed her hair that was still soft and drooping on her shoulders in the early morning, "Did you not sleep well last night?"

She shook her head, plunged into the depths of his arms, and rubbed against his arms, "No."

"Then what's the matter?" He let her lean on his chest, and his broad and warm palms fell on the back of her head, caressing her gently, "Are you in a bad mood?"

"No." She shook her head again, "I just want you to hug me well and hold me tightly."

So, he wrapped her arms tighter.

At the same time, her hands behind his waist also tightened a little.

The two embraced tightly, she closed her eyes and leaned against his chest, breathing deeply, feeling his real existence.

He murmured, "Amo, you finally came back to me. Fortunately, I didn't give up. Do you know that I have been looking forward to you coming back to me all these years? I also think about it, I also think about it in my dreams. The five years when you were not here are so long, so long, every minute and every second is very long."

He listened quietly and distressed.

She added, "Ah Mo, let's never be separated again, okay? I don't want to wake up and see you, it is a torture that is more painful than death. I would rather die than be without you by my side. Ah Mo, do you understand?"

(End of this chapter)