The Romance Of Mr. Walton

Wenqing did not hesitate, and nodded: "Okay, what do you want to eat?"

"How about you? Isn't there any restaurant you want to go to?"

"I rarely go to restaurants, and I usually make it myself."

Huo Ting raised his eyebrows: "You can cook?"

"Well," she replied.

Huo Ting deepened his lips: "Then you go shopping for groceries, and I will go to your house for dinner in the evening."

Warm entanglement: "But the dishes I cook may not suit your appetite."

"How can I know if I don't try, I have to have a meeting, and hang up first."

After the phone was hung up, Yun Guo exhaled, "Master, stop at the market in front of you."

Half an afternoon, she was busy in the kitchen.

Huo Tingshen arrived at five o'clock.

She opened the door for him, and the aroma that came to his face made him sniff: "What did you do? It smells so good."

She pursed her lips, "I made a black-bone chicken, which makes it very good."

Huo Ting deeply unconsciously curled his lips: "Are you trying to help me replenish my body? Really good."

She blushed: "Go and wash your hands, I'll set the table."

She went back to the kitchen dingy.

Huo Tingshen came out of the bathroom and sat down at the dining table. He had never seen such a homely table full of dishes.

Cold fungus, garlic oil lettuce, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, braised pork, fried squid rings, and a bowl of black-bone chicken soup.

She served him a bowl of soup and placed it opposite him.

Just as she was about to sit down, Huo Tingshen looked at her: "Is there no wine for a dinner party?"

She was embarrassed: "What do you drink, I will buy it?"

He tilted his head and smiled: "Forget it this time. When you entertain you next time, remember to prepare your wine."

Sit down warmly.

He wants to have another time?

Huo Tingshen picked up the chopsticks, picked up a bit of everything, and tasted it.

He nodded: "Well, your cooking skills are good."

"I thought it might not suit your appetite," after all, she still remembers the last time he drank instant coffee.

"Originally, I was a little worried, but now, I am not worried anymore. Your braised pork looks no different from the restaurant. No, it tastes better. Is it sure you made it yourself? Perfuse me, go out and buy it."

She laughed: "Am I like such a boring person?"

This woman, he is more and more satisfied.

If this continues, he may want to move in to live with her.

He took a sip of the soup comfortably: "Well, this one will give you a hundred points. As a cook, you can now marry someone."

She gave him a blank look.

Huo Ting smiled deeply, facing the only woman in the world who always cast her eyes in front of him, he would not be angry at all.

"Why changed your mind?"

She put down the spoon: "Because I don't want to be trampled under my feet anymore."

"What's the opportunity? When I came to you at noon today, you haven't changed your mind."

"Song Ruo is pregnant, but in order to deal with me today, she used that child to calculate me. That child... is gone."

She got up, took out her voice recorder from her bag, and played the recording for him.

After hearing this, he shook his head and smiled, and asked, "If there is nothing wrong with this woman today, what are you going to do?"

She scratched her eyebrows: "Originally, I planned to be together with Gao Moran again to anger his mother and Song Ruo."

His eyes flashed: "Together again?"

"pretend."

He was unhappy: "Naive, stupid."

Hearing what he said, she lowered her head and chuckled.

"Still laughing? Very funny?"

"Laughing, you comment very well." She scooped the soup with a spoon, and smiled shyly while watching him lower her eyes.

He looked at her and smiled casually.

The two looked at each other, and there was an inexplicable warm current in her heart.

Huo Tingshen looked at her smile and couldn't help but curl his lips: "There is a question. I am quite curious. You keep repeating that you will never interact with rich people, so why are you with Gao Moran? With him When socializing, you can't help but know who he is."

"I know," the warm chopsticks poked the dishes in the bowl: "From the first day he entered school, I knew he was the principal's son, so I rejected him for three years."

"Oh? Then, why did you accept him again?"

"Since I was young, no one has been so kind to me, and my heart is not iron-fought, so I was shaken. At the time, I thought he was different."

"It turns out that he is no different. After he catches you, he doesn't know how to cherish it, right."

She shook her head: "Actually, he has been very good to me over the past year, so good that it makes me wonder whether life is going to be happy because of him, but..."

She exhaled, "Probably, this is the habit of rich men."

Seeing her disappointed eyes, Huo Tingshen suddenly felt in a good mood.

If it weren't for the idiot who didn't know how to cherish, he wouldn't have a chance to take her to bed and be her first man.

First?

He raised his eyebrows, looked at her, and was only the first one. He was not satisfied in his heart. He would be her only man.

"Don't be bitten by a snake for ten years and be afraid of well ropes. Not all rich men are like Gao Moran."

Wenqing raised her eyes to look at him: "Are you trying to say that you are special?"

"indeed so."

"Huo Tingshen, I am someone who knows your little secret. Are you embarrassed to say that you are special?"

"Oh? My little secret?" He didn't know when he had a little secret.

"Ye Wanluo," she looked at him calmly: "You already have someone you like, and you still sleep with other women. This kind of behavior is also scumbag, don't you know?"

Huo Tingshen looked at her: "Then don't you know that she is married and is my sister-in-law?"

Thinking about this, he asked warmly and curiously: "Have you been in unrequited love? Or...when you knew her, she was your second brother's girlfriend?"

Huo Tingshen stared at her face, his face darkened a bit: "Are you curious about me?"

She blushed: "No, you just asked me why I was with Gao Moran. I think, in exchange, you should also tell me why you like Ye Wanluo."

Huo Ting said indifferently: "If you think you have to ask any questions, then ask another question."

Wenqing Nuzui, this meaning couldn't be more obvious, he wouldn't tell her.

She shook her head: "No, I'm actually not curious."

After she finished speaking, she bowed her head and started to eat silently.

Huo Tingshen looked at her for a while, and suddenly said, "I knew her first."

Warmly stunned for a moment, and looked at him: "Huh?"

"I met Wan Luo first." After he finished speaking, he picked up his chopsticks again and lowered his head to pick up the dishes.

He couldn't bear to see her lost.

He was also led by the nose by a little girl, really...damn it.

"Oh..." Looking at him warmly, after a long time, he answered.

So, what he meant was that his brother robbed the woman he liked.

It's really big news.

He didn't seem to have a character that would surrender his own woman.

Wait a minute, doesn't he want to answer? Why... Tell her again?

Is this the legendary... overcast?