C74 (2/2)

Huo Runhan quickly found Cen Jiawen at the door. He frowned, and only said ”Alright then” and hung up. Then, his face changed to that of a June sky, suddenly changing from dark clouds to a devilishly handsome face.

”You can bear to come back?” he asked.

Miss Cen swaggered over and sat on the table in the study, looking down at him from above. ”Can I not come back when you're at home?”

Really, she hadn't said that she wouldn't come back yet. Her mother was rushing her back to serve this old man.

Huo Runhan was startled, obviously, he saw this as some other meaning.

He reached out his hand to grab hold of Cen Jiawen's waist, but Miss Cen was not on guard for a while, and fell into his embrace in a sorry state. Before he could adjust his posture, he was violently kissed.

”Hey …” She didn't even have a chance to say a word.

Huo Runhan kissed with force, and her hands became irregular as she did so. Ever since Cen Jiawen married him, he had been feeling a sense of crisis more and more severe every day. She could easily tell with a single movement just what he wanted to do.

”Let, let, ah, let us eat first?” Under his crazy attacks, Cen Jiawen seized this opportunity to finally say a complete sentence.

Huo Runhan kissed her again, not knowing what to say. The woman's red lips were even more beautiful after his baptism, causing him to feel an unbearable itch in his heart. But Miss Cen was determined to cause trouble even if he died, so he had no choice but to carry her and prepare to eat downstairs.

However, the moment he stepped outside, his black eyes caught sight of the dining plates on the tea table.

Cen Jiawen struggled to get down, but the man placed her on the sofa. Huo Runhan looked at the strange dishes, then looked at the woman beside him, and finally asked: ”Did you buy it?”

Miss Cen rolled her eyes very impolitely, ”Whose family can buy such beautiful dishes!”

Huo Runhan was quiet. Indeed, those who cooked fast food restaurants outside would not be able to cook such dishes...

”That is …” He, who was usually quick to react, also paused for a moment. In fact, he vaguely knew the answer in his heart, but he wasn't too sure.

”I did it.” Cen Jiawen spoke with pride, as if she could conquer the entire earth with a single meal.

As expected, Huo Runhan was stunned and did not say anything for a long time. Seeing his expression, Cen Jiawen thought that he was looking down on her work and became angry from embarrassment. She stood up and was about to carry the plate away when she was stopped by a man in the next second.

After another deep kiss, Huo Runhan explained with a low smile: ”Jiuwen, don't misunderstand me. I just didn't think that there would be a day when you would be willing to cook soup for me with your hands.”

Cen Jiawen was slightly absent-minded. She patted him on the chest, his gaze dodging and becoming a little shy, ”Scram, look at what you're saying. I'm your wife now, isn't it right to cook a meal for you?

The man's gaze became deeper, and the smile on his lips became even wider. His eyes seemed to be filled with a thousand years of intoxicating charm. It was so captivating.

”Yes, of course, of course.”