Why the boss wants to marry me

Chapter 70 How dare you bring a wild man to the Moon Pavilion, not afraid that Huo Yao will come over and lift your roof?
Hehe, naive.

In fact, it doesn’t make any difference to Yuege if she doesn’t put it on the top. She doesn’t want to see the news, even if she puts it on the top, she won’t read it. The person she likes, even if she doesn’t send her a message, she will hold the phone from time to time Turning it over, she smiled at her aunt.

Yue Ge originally didn't want to talk to Shen Ziqian, because his news during the meal was really off-putting, but as for her, she just wanted to annoy that couple.

Yue Ge immediately reached out, took Huo Yao's hand, took a picture of him and sent it:
"Do you think I look like someone who eats with few people?"

Huo Yao was surprised when she saw her holding his hand, but after using it, she withdrew her hand and continued to finger on the keyboard like flying.

"Who is that?" Shen Ziqian asked.

"Don't tell you."

"Yue Ge, you've got the skills, you dare to bring a wild man to Yuege, aren't you afraid that Huo Yao will come and blow your roof?"

"I want you to be widowed, I'm going to have dinner with the male god, don't disturb me. If you send another message, you will be blocked."

After answering the last one, Yuege turned the phone on the table, looked up and smiled at Huo Yao.

Huo Yao looked at her inquisitively.

"Come, eat vegetables." Yuege broke the silence, and gave him a large piece of ribs.

Strange to say, just now the food was tasteless, just after the moonlight smiled at her, Huo Yao felt that what he just ate was the most delicious ribs in the world!
Half an hour later, Yue Ge rubbed her bulging stomach, and looked at the empty plates in front of her in disbelief.

The table was like wind and clouds, Huo Yao scooped up the last bite of rice in the rice cooker, picked up the plate of sweet and sour pork ribs, and scoured the last bit of soup from the bottom of the plate. When he put the plate down, the bottom of the plate was so white that it could be used as a mirror according to.

Yue Ge slumped lazily on the chair, "Huo Yao, go wash the dishes."

"I wash?" Huo Yao seemed to have heard something extraordinary.

"I cooked the dishes, you ate so much, what's wrong with asking you to wash the dishes?" Moonlight said confidently.

"I..." Huo Yao looked aggrieved.

Can Huo Yao say that he has never washed dishes in his life?Besides, are there so many servants in the Huo house just for decoration?

Yuege always likes to be clean and doesn't like to be disturbed, so there are usually no servants in Yuege, Zhang Ma will send someone to clean up sooner or later, just tidy up the house for her.

Seeing Huo Yao pick up the phone and prepare to call someone, Yue Ge looked contemptuous, "Look at you, I have to ask someone to come and wash a bowl, forget it." After that, Yue Ge got up and cleared away the dinner plate off to the kitchen.

After washing is a common thing for her, she doesn't think it's a servant's job, but her own living ability.Since she was a child, when she was the daughter of the pampered chief superintendent, she would wash the dishes by herself.

Yue Ge boiled water to wash the dishes, and at the second time, a slender white hand took over and took the bowl from her hand.

Yue Ge looked sideways, and saw that his fingers were flying, holding a bowl in one hand, and wiping and rinsing with a rag dipped in detergent in the other, all in one go.As expected of Huo Yao, who has an excellent tutor, even the act of washing dishes seems unattainable, with a sense of immortality, as if he is playing the piano.

"Wow, Huo Yao." Yue Ge looked at him with a mysterious smile, "So you know how to wash dishes."

And Huo Yao pursed his lips slightly, frowned, and looked indifferent on the face, but he was thinking in his heart: "Yue Xiaozuo, congratulations, you have successfully made me break the precept again."

"Come on, put on your apron so you don't get your clothes wet."

Yue Ge took off her pink apron, Huo Yao turned off the water and stood in front of her.

She hung the apron around his neck naturally, and when she tied the belt, intentionally or unintentionally, she passed it under his armpit, around his waist, and tied a bow behind his back.

This posture was like a hug, Huo Yao was choked up, and the roots of his ears quickly turned red.

(End of this chapter)