The marriage battle is endless, the boss is getting more and more brave!

Chapter 147 What did you say, let me eat next?
The little black dog was eating happily, Qiao Mo stroked its forehead, "That's the decision, little rice bucket."

After the little rice bucket finished eating the dog food, Qiao Mo carried it into the bathtub. The small rice bucket was extremely uncooperative, and its small body twisted around, splashing water all over Qiao Mo's body.

Qiao Mo kneaded the bath liquid and applied it to the already wet body of the small rice bucket, kneading out a large pile of rich white foam. When it made a noise, the air was full of foam stars.

The sun was lazily shining in the yard, and Qiao Mo squatted beside the flowers in the yard, bathing the little rice bucket.

When Xiao Yan came back, he stood at the door and saw this warm picture.

The picture is very ordinary, but it is extremely homely and warm.

In a villa in the suburbs, full of sunshine, his wife was bathing the puppy he had just picked up.

Probably, this is the happiest life.

The emotions that had been vacant for two years seemed to fall from a high altitude all of a sudden, and the blank memory and heart were also filled little by little.

Jomo was completely soaked by the little black dog, and focused on bathing it, so he didn't pay attention to the man standing at the door, watching her all the time.

Xiao Yan just stood there, looking at his wife softly and dotingly.

How difficult it is for Jomo to return to him, only he and she can understand each other.

Their feelings, only they understand each other.

Qiao Mo squatted on the ground, holding the small rice bucket with one hand, rubbing the body wash with the other hand, and said righteously: "You have to wash it well before you can enter the house, you know?"

"Hey... what are you doing. If you enter the house dirty, Ayan will definitely throw you into the sea, and I will not be able to save you then."

"Don't make trouble, it's full of water... Be good at home from now on, don't climb on A Yan, you know?"

Qiao Mo said a lot, and every word was inseparable from Xiao Yan.

Although Xiao Yan doesn't remember the past, but the problem of cleanliness has always been there. A warm river flows through his heart. Looking at Qiao Mo's gaze, it is as gentle as water, like spring in cold winter, dispelling all the coldness and warmth. .

"cough."

When Qiao Mo was about to take a bath for the little rice bucket, Xiao Yan, who had been standing at the door, covered his fists and coughed lightly.

Qiao Mo was holding the clean little rice bucket, and when he looked back, he saw him standing tall and tall at the door.

With a sweet smile in her clear eyes, "I'm back, I'm bathing it. Would you like to come over and help, this guy is very noisy."

Qiao Mo just wanted to joke with him, she knew that he didn't like these pets, and he didn't like dog hair getting on his body, but she didn't expect that Xiao Yan really strode over, reached out and took a dry towel that was put on a chair, Raising his hand, he took the small rice bucket from Qiao Mo's arms, wrapped it around, and wiped the water stains.

Qiao Mo was stunned for a moment, squatted on the ground, and looked at him with his chin propped up: "When are you willing to get close to these little animals?"

Xiao Yan didn't answer her question, but frowned slightly while wiping the water stains on the small rice bucket, and said, "Tell me in the hospital that there is something important to do, just give it a bath?"

Qiao Mo was slightly embarrassed, his cheeks flushed slightly, "I thought to myself, it might get lost, and I haven't eaten for a long time, and I will only add embarrassment and trouble to you if I stay there. Isn't it?"

Jomo reached out and stroked the wet little head of the little rice bucket.

Xiao Yan reached out and held her hand, "Next time, don't do this again, Xiao Mo, I won't think you are a burden and embarrassment."

Jomo grinned, "I know."

The little rice bucket barked a few times.

Jomo laughed and said, "By the way, I named it Xiaofantong. What do you think?"

Xiao Yan wiped Xiaofantong's body, and suddenly touched an awkward spot, his gaze sank, and his movements stopped.

Jomo was a little suspicious, "What's wrong?"

"Is it public?"

"Yes what's the matter?"

The corner of Xiao Yan's eyes twitched, "From now on, you are not allowed to bathe it!"

Qiao Mo was stunned for three seconds, "..."

Qiao Mo, who was squatting on the ground, laughed secretly when Xiao Yan entered the room with the dog leg of the small rice bucket.

As for...?
With a little male dog, eat... vinegar?

Qiao Mo got up quickly and entered the room with Xiao Yan who was striding ahead.

"Ayan, don't carry it like that, it's scared!"

Xiao Yan held the small rice bucket in his hand, with a hint of sullenness, "Scream again, believe it or not, I will throw you into the sea to feed the fish?"

Jomo's mouth twitched: "..."

The little rice bucket was left aside, and pitifully wanted to run over to rub Qiao Mo's leg, but Xiao Yan's cold eyes made him tremble in fright, as if he knew that the master didn't like it, so he obediently ate his fill Drink enough to lie on the side to sleep.

Looking at this picture, Jomo almost laughed out loud.

But when Xiao Yan's eyes fell on her face so seriously, she held back and couldn't laugh anymore.

"By the way, you haven't eaten yet, have you? I'm going to cook something."

Jomo washed his hands and planned to go into the kitchen to show off his cooking skills.

"Ayan, what do you want to eat? How about I give it to you?"

Qiao Mo opened the refrigerator, as if it would be more convenient to cook noodles.

She was standing in front of the open refrigerator, when suddenly, the man behind him held her waist tightly with his big hands, his hot breath rolled down to her ear like a fireball.

Xiao Yan's voice was hoarse and deep, charming and sexy, and his breath was blown into her cochlea, "What are you talking about? Let me eat next?"

Qiao Mo was a little slow, and didn't understand the meaning of the dirty joke, "The next article will save the most time, it's getting late now."

The man's hot kiss fell on her temples and cheeks unsuspectingly. His slender fingers even pinched her chin, twisted her cheeks, and kissed him.

"Hey……"

Qiao Mo pushed him away with both hands, how could this man come out and go out, why did he suddenly want to make out with her when he got home?

She still has to cook...

"Isn't that what you mean when you say I'll eat it next? Xiao Mo, you're questioning my understanding, huh?"

Xiao Yan spoke extremely seriously, his eyes fixed on her watery eyes.

Qiao Mo was embarrassed, it was obvious that she and Xiao Yan's level of understanding were not on the same level.

For example, what he said before to take a good look at her was to look at her whole body.

Now, when she said that she would feed him next time, he felt that it was her hint to him...

Qiao Mo blushed and pushed him hard: "...Hey, what are you thinking, I mean cooking noodles! Do you understand cooking noodles?"

Xiao Yan frowned, just staring at her so coldly.

——The woman who ruined the atmosphere.

Qiao Mo waved his hand, pushed him aside, and took the ingredients to the counter, "You just wait to wash your hands and eat. I'm going to cook, you go and stay aside."

The man frowned deeply, and stuck it up again in dissatisfaction, standing behind her, clasping her slender waist with his big hands, lowered his head and said in a hoarse voice: "It's more important to cook than to cook, um ?”

"Don't make trouble, you are hungry, and I am hungry too, I have to eat."

"Exactly, I'm hungry."

Qiao Mo couldn't laugh or cry: "..."

In the end, he pushed Xiao Yan's big hand away from her waist and threw him out of the kitchen.

If he was in the kitchen all the time, being hugged by him like this, and the meal couldn't be cooked, he would really cook her first!
Qiao Mo thought about that scene and shook his head, it was too embarrassing.

It's too... bloody.

In the kitchen……

When Qiao Mo came out after cooking the noodles, he found that the man sitting on the sofa had changed his formal and cold suit into a set of soft black home clothes.

He was sitting on the sofa bored in every possible way, playing with the little rice bucket.

He held a ball of wool in his hand, and sometimes raised it up, and sometimes lowered it, while the little rice bucket squatting on the sofa, with his little head up, jumped up and down teased by him, but couldn't reach the ball of wool.

Jomo stood there holding the noodles, watching quietly.

Obviously, the expression on the man's face was so impatient, but Qiao Mo saw the gods, and also felt that this scene made her miss and cherish it.

Fearing that the noodles would be cold, Qiao Mo lowered his eyes slightly, brought the noodles over, and called him: "It's time to eat."

Only then did Xiao Yan throw the ball of wool to the small rice bucket, went to the kitchen to wash his hands, and then came out to eat.

Although it was noodles, Qiao Mo cooked them unambiguously. Broccoli, tomatoes, and beef were all served as side dishes on the noodles.

There is no shortage of nutrition that should be there.

It seems that there are not many noodles at home. When Qiao Mo served two plates of the same noodles.

When Xiao Yan sat down to eat, Qiao Mo rolled out half of the noodles from his own plate and put them on Xiao Yan's plate with utensils.

Xiao Yan frowned, "Why, can't finish eating?"

"I have a small appetite and can't eat so much."

Xiao Yan didn't think much about it, he just thought that she simply couldn't finish eating, so he gave her half of the plate.

Qiao Mo's eyes were filled with anticipation, watching him take the first bite, "How does it taste?"

In the past two years, she hasn't done much in other cooking skills, but she should be considered a master in cooking noodles.

Because, in the past two years, she was at home alone, and the most convenient solution was to cook a bowl of noodles to fill her stomach.

Usually, when a person is in New York, facing an empty room and eating a bowl of noodles, he just feels boring.

But now, although the taste and noodles are still the same, Jomo feels that this bowl of noodles is completely different from what he ate in New York.

"tasty."

After Xiao Yan finished eating the noodles on the plate, Qiao Mo cleaned up the plate and was in a good mood.

When Qiao Mo was washing the dishes, Xiao Yan wanted to help, but was refused.

"In the past two years, I should have been doing these things by your side, but someone else replaced me, so now, let me make up for it bit by bit."

Xiao Yan snapped his fingers and took it back.

How could he not understand what Jomo meant.

The little things these housewives do are cumbersome and even annoying to ordinary people, but for her, she enjoys the feeling of being by his side and being busy for him.

Xiao Yan laughed, and just reached out to hug her.

"Xiao Mo, don't leave again, don't leave my sight again."

He pressed his face on the back of her neck, sighed lowly, kissed her neck lightly, and said in a hoarse voice, "I really need you."

Jomo turned around, his hands were soaked in the foam of detergent, but he opened his arms and hugged his thin and straight back with difficulty.

She was jealous of Song Xiazhi, stayed by his side for two years, and experienced those little hours with him.

Jomo raised his head and tiptoed to kiss his thin lips.

(End of this chapter)