My husband loves me too much

Chapter 193 203. So cold.

After flying for four hours in a row, everyone was very tired after getting off the plane, so they didn't eat together, and went back to the hotel to order takeaway.

Fatty is a qualified assistant, knowing that Mu Hua is not used to the food here, so he specially bought food that suits Mu Hua's taste and delivered it to her room.

After Mu Hua took a shower, she took a few bites.

The fat man sent her a WeChat message and asked her: Goddess, is your food okay?
What's so good, it's far worse than what Bo Qijin did.

Mu Hua suddenly realized that because of a bowl of porridge, she thought of Bo Qijin again.

It's all the fat man's fault.

[Passive sabotage, your wages will be deducted. 】

When the fat man who received the reply saw these eight words, ten thousand muddy horses galloped past in his heart.

Not convinced, but he bought that seafood porridge from the best local restaurant!

Mu Hua held the phone, feeling distressed and bored, should she make a call?

Forget it, it’s more prudent to post a WeChat first to test it out.

Just wait 1 minute and undo the message if he doesn't reply, no shame.

Mu Hua convinced her pride, so she sat up from the bed, typed a few words and sent them out.

【have you slept? 】

Jiangcheng, Qinghe villa, study room.

Tuotou dozed off on the sofa, while Bo Qijin worked in front of the computer.

The personal mobile phone on the left hand ding-dong, Bo Qijin glanced at it from the corner of his eye, and stopped typing on the keyboard.

Three words, the fixed line of lonely men and women fishing late at night on major social software.

Bo Qijin picked up the phone, and typed with one hand to reply: [I haven't slept, make an appointment. 】

Generally, this kind of situation means reaching an agreement. When girls choose a beautiful dress, they must remember to wear a complete set of underwear. When boys go to withdraw some money, they will open the room first.

Mu Hua didn't notice the word 'appointment', and the man replied within a minute, explaining that he was still working, because he was not the type to play with the phone in his hand.

After the test was successful, Mu Hua decided to call.

The call was made, and it was quickly connected.

Mu Hua spoke first, "...I'm here."

Bo Qijin pushed the mouse away, leaned back in the chair relaxedly, "I know."

So cold, Mu Hua curled her lips, but still cared a bit, "Have you eaten tonight?"

Stomach problems are mostly caused by irregular diet but not smoking and drinking.

"Ate."

Okay, we can't talk anymore.

Ms. Mu has never been treated with such a cold attitude by men in the past 20 years since she was a child. She is inevitably a little depressed.

"Then go to bed early and stay up late."

In the past three days, Bo Qijin slept less than Mu Hua, and not a little less.

"Old people," she said in a lukewarm, serious tone, "there is a scientific basis for staying up late to kill offspring, do you know that, if you don't listen and insist on staying up late, then I'd better get rid of you as soon as possible , lest you lose face if your life is not harmonious in the future."

Bo Qijin, "..."

Very good, there are people who rely on the sky high and the emperor far away, and are not afraid of death's provocation.

The sound of drinking soup came from the phone from time to time, Bo Qijin half-closed his dark eyes, and slowly tapped the table with his knuckle fingers.

"Having supper?"

"Well," Mu Hua took a bite of the fried bun, swallowed it before speaking, "It's very delicious, but unfortunately you can't eat it."

Well, I can't eat it, I feel itchy.

"Remember to apply the medicine," Bo Qijin said in a calm voice, "Take care of your body and come back..."

Mu Hua, "..."

This man is really...

The phone was cut off, Bo Qijin just smiled and continued to work.

Five minutes later, a WeChat message popped up on the phone screen, and he clicked in to read it.

It's a video sent by Ms. Mu, with the subject:
[Strive to be a good citizen in the new society, love the party, love the country, and love the people's ideological education. 】

(End of this chapter)