Another day of tragic death for the host

Chapter 618 Let go of that young lady! 23
Probably because of the salt water, Xin Wu dozed off all the way, and she was already asleep when she got home.

With the experience from last time, Xin He was able to unbuckle her seat belt while holding Xin Wu this time.

Just as he was about to get out of the car, the door was opened, Shi Hen bent down and carried Xin Wu out for Xin He.

Xin He's home was tidied up very warmly, she bent down and searched in the shoe cabinet for a long time but couldn't find the slippers.

She looked up at Shi Hen and smiled sheepishly: "I'm sorry, no outsiders have visited the house, so there are no other slippers. The floor is very clean. It's okay for you to step on it..."

Xinhe knew that Shihen had a cleanliness habit, but there was nothing he could do about it.

Shi Hen said: "It doesn't matter, where is her room?"

"At this."

Only then did Xin He remember that Shi Hen was still holding Xin Wu in his arms, and hurriedly led him in.

There is only one room, and Xin Wu usually sleeps with Xin He.

Because of Xin Wu, the style of the house is full of childishness.

Shi Hen carefully put Xin Wu on the bed, and carefully twisted the quilt for her, with gentle movements.

Xin He looked at him, with slightly curved lips: "You will definitely be a good father in the future."

Shi Hen sat on the edge of the bed, tilting his head to look at her when he heard the words, his exquisite eyebrows and eyes were rarely stained with doubt.

Xinhe smiled, stopped talking, and went out with him.

"Would you like to sit down?"

Xin He took a bottle of water from the refrigerator and handed it to Shi Hen.

Shi Hen took the water and said, "It's okay, I have nothing to do today."

"Are you staying for dinner?"

Xinhe looked at the vegetables in the refrigerator and felt a little headache.

She bought these for a few days, but she hasn't done much with them since they are almost withered.

Shi Hen was a little suspicious: "You know how to cook?"

He remembered that Xin Wu complained about Xin He's many shortcomings that day.

Xin Wu's face froze when he heard this: "Who said I can't do it!?"

Shi Hen raised his slender fingers and pointed in the direction of the bedroom.

Xin He: "..."

"You can also choose not to eat and leave now."

Xin He snorted softly, walked to the desk and sat down, sorting out the manuscripts on the desk.

She often records her inspirations on paper.

There are a lot of messy manuscript papers on the table.

After tidying up for a long time, Xin He wiped the table again, and found that Shi Hen was also helping her take back the living room.

"Eh? You go to rest, I'll tidy up, don't be so busy..."

Xin He hurried over to stop Shi Hen.

Shi Hen was sorting out the sundries on the sofa, and avoided Xin He's hand.

He smiled, "Go to the drawing first, and I'll clean it up for you. Anyway, if you're idle, you're idle."

Seeing Shi Hen's serious tone, Xin He had no choice but to let him go.

Xin He does have a lot of daily drafts to draw, besides the remaining two wedding dresses, there is also a script to be revised, so she is quite busy.

It may be that time is not in a hurry. When Xinhe finalized the draft, he struggled with several editions.

With Shi Hen at the side, Xin He would show him every version of the manuscript, and the two chatted and exchanged opinions from time to time.

Occasionally when Xin He gets tired of painting, when she looks up, she can see Shi Hen busy in the living room.

When Shi Hen looked at Xin He's seriously bowed head, something in his heart softened.

A certain feeling spread quietly in Shi Hen's heart, but he hadn't noticed it yet.

"Shi Hen, come here."

Xin He read the script for a while, then suddenly yelled in the direction of Shi Hen.

"Ok?"

Shi Hen just came out with a plate of cut fruits and placed them on Xin He's table.

(End of this chapter)