Chapter 196

Qin Shinan raised his hand and wiped away the tears on Song Xiaoman's face. His action was very gentle.

Song Xiaoman suddenly gently grabbed the man's slender fingers, lowered his head and said softly: "go home."

Then she leaned back in her chair, her face leaning out of the window, her eyelashes blinking quietly.

Qin Shinan bent down to buckle her seat belt, eyes are accident, there is a faint smile.

He still can't help it, thin lips stick to her warm cheek, just stay for a second, bending up the corner of his lips and smiling: "my husband knows that Manman is the best."

Song Xiaoman's face, slightly hot, but still did not pay much attention to him, all the way did not say a word.

She's still angry.

The car stopped at the gate of Qinyuan.

Qin Shinan got out of the car, went around to the other side, bent down to untie her seat belt: "my husband will take you in?"

The man held her up, but song Xiaoman didn't refuse. His slender arm caught the man's neck directly.

Her face rested on his shoulder and murmured, "I'm a little hungry."

Qin Dynasty south drop Mou: "want to eat what, let Zhu elder sister do for you."

"I want to drink porridge, but I don't want sister Zhu to do it. It's already eight o'clock. Sister Zhu also needs to rest." Song Xiaoman's tone is light.

She raised her eyes, staring at his eyes: "can't you?"

Qin Shinan

Entering the kitchen, Qin Shinan put down the man in his arms.

Who knows just put her on the ground, her arm around his neck: "husband, you hold me, while holding, while giving me food."

Her tone was taken for granted, and she even snorted softly.

But when Qin Shinan heard the familiar "husband", he was so happy that he was finally willing to call him "husband" again

When her legs were on his waist, he held her with one hand carefully for fear that she would fall.

It's just porridge cooking

Don't say that President Qin can't cook porridge at all. He still has to hold his little wife in his arms at the moment. He can't do it!

Seeing the light in the kitchen, sister Zhu came over.

Before seeing the ambiguous picture, Zhu Jie's old face was red: "what do you need, sir?"

Song Xiaoman raised his head and said calmly, "my husband is cooking porridge for me. Sister Zhu, go and have a rest. There's no need here."

"This..."

Porridge?

Sister Zhu was stunned. She rolled up her sleeve and quickly asked for help: "Sir, where can I do this? I'll do it."

Song Xiaoman pouted slightly and stared at the man's embarrassed face: "but I just want to eat the porridge cooked by my husband."

Qin Shinan bent the corner of his mouth helplessly and said to sister Zhu, "go and have a rest. I'll make it for her."

"Well... Well."

Sister Zhu was shocked, but they were so ambiguous at the moment that she was not suitable to stay.

It doesn't mean that I really want to drink porridge, but that I'm doing something flirting.

Sister Zhu went back to her room.

Qin Shinan touched his hairy head on his shoulder: "full, obedient first, my husband took off his coat."

After taking off his suit coat, Qin Shinan untied several buttons of his shirt and rolled up his sleeves a little.

He frowned slightly and his handsome face was tangled.

Song Xiaoman secretly smiles in his heart. What can you do!

Anyway, no matter what, she is hungry, is to eat her husband's porridge, can't eat tonight, don't think she is angry.

"Husband, if it's not convenient for you to hold me, then you can carry me on your back."

Qin Shinan

Clearly know his little wife is deliberately toss him, but in order to make her happy, can only rely on her.

He squatted down a little, his voice low and gentle: "come on up."

Song Xiaoman climbed up the man's broad and warm back, her face rubbing against his shoulder intentionally or unintentionally.

She yawned.

So sleepy

Next, Qin Shinan squatted down, stood up, looked for the pot and rice.

Busy for a long time, he had to worry about the words on his back: "full, asleep? Hook my husband, be careful not to fall down. "

Soft body did not move much, she did not speak, head has been against his shoulder, he worried that she fell asleep.

Song Xiaoman half squinted, lips smile: "do not do it, I am hungry."

"... right away."

It took a whole hour to cook a simple white porridge. As a result, the white porridge turned into white rice.

And it's scorched.

Song Xiaoman sat at the table, looking at the pot of white rice, she tried hard, did not laugh.

Qin Shinan Jun's face was gloomy and his tone was hard: "I'll go and have a look. What else is in the refrigerator."

"No, let's eat this. Although it looks bad, it smells delicious."

She took him by the hand and raised her head. Her long black hair naturally spread out, setting off the small face.

Song Xiaoman is really hungry.

A pot of rice, she ate more than half, natural white rice is not delicious, but this is the first time for her husband to do things, light red this, enough for her happy.

She recalled that just now he was cooking behind her back, and the president of Tangtang Qin was in a hurry.

She thought, if they give birth to a daughter in the future, will he cook with his daughter on his back or in his arms, just like he did just now?

The picture, just thinking about it, is too beautiful.

"Are you full?"

"Well, I'm full."

Qin Shinan, with an eagerness in his eyes, immediately picked up his little wife and walked up the stairs.

He closed the door and put her down against the door. He bowed his head and gave her a shallow kiss on the eyelid.

I'm afraid she's not angry yet. His kisses are restrained and his hands are regular. He doesn't touch and touch.

He suddenly approached, song Xiaoman did not refuse, there is no place to escape.

Wait for him to kiss, she slightly don't cross a face, soft tone listen or very aggrieved: "husband, you still bully me?"

Qin Shinan's fingers gently stroked the corners of her mouth and turned her face around.

There is a bright light in her eyes. It looks beautiful

His low and thick voice covered her ear: "it won't be like that in the future. Let my husband have a look, eh?"

Song Xiaoman bowed his head and took the initiative to put his face in his arms. Her voice was so small that she could hardly hear it.

In the dark, song Xiaoman is surrounded by a man's strong arm.

She turned her back to him, her eyes closed quietly, and she complained softly: "you just said you would not bully me, how could you..."

The man's well-defined fingers lifted her hair and gently kissed her behind the neck: "is that bullying? I thought that was the way it was? "

Song Xiaoman trembled for a moment, and a thin sweat came out from his back: "husband, don't do this... I have a baby in my stomach!"