Everyone has come. Those who are old for the New Year, or even children. Everyone is dead.
These are four classic sentences that have proven themselves time and time again.
But it didn't work for her: "The house is small and not as big as Mr. Huo's bathroom. I'm afraid you won't be used to it."
"I don't mind."
"I mind. It's getting late. We are orphans and widowed, so it's not convenient for us to receive men."
Seeing her push again and again, Huo Shenxiu could only temporarily assume his superior's identity and move out of official business: "I want to see the new cheongsam style you recently designed for the crew. I'll leave after reading it."
She saw that his coming to apologize today was secondary, but mainly because he wanted to come to her home, so she still raised her eyelashes:
"You go back first and I'll send the design to your email."
He approached step by step: "I am a living person right here. Can you send me an email?"
She saw that he would not give up easily today, and was about to refuse again when her cell phone rang.
He glanced at the call but didn't answer it, still waiting persistently for her answer.
Su Mi was close enough to see that the caller ID was Wan Ziya, and she made a please gesture: "You answer first."
Seeing the persistence in her eyes, he finally turned around and answered the phone.
"What's the matter?" He guessed why Wan Ziya called.
"Second Master, what happened in the kindergarten today is not what you thought. Can you go back to the clubhouse? I want to explain it to you..."
"Is there anything to explain? Explain how you wronged other children, how you embarrassed yourself in front of the entire kindergarten, or how you finally put all the blame on Wei Wei?"
Wan Ziya over there was anxious: "That's really not the case. Come back first and I can explain to you, okay..."
Su Mi heard it clearly and suddenly said: "Mr. Huo, go upstairs."
Huo Shenxiu's eyes moved and he turned back to look at mother and son.
Su Mi took Little Subao and turned around.
On the other side of the phone, Wan Ziya heard a familiar voice and was surprised for a moment: "...Who is talking over there, Teacher Yuan? Second Master, are you and Teacher Yuan together? Where are you?"
Huo Shenxiu hung up the phone immediately, caught up a few steps, and took the shopping bag from her hand.
Su Mi did not refuse, she just said thank you casually.
She didn't know why she suddenly changed her mind and allowed him to go upstairs.
Maybe it was Wan Ziya’s phone call.
I wonder how Wan Ziya would feel when she heard that Huo Shenxiu had reached the point of visiting her daughter's teacher's boudoir in person...
She couldn't wait to see Wan Ziya collapse even worse.
After taking the elevator upstairs, the three of them entered the house.
Little Subao went to wash his hands first.
Huo Shenxiu knew that she lived in an apartment, which was not big, but when she saw the small house, which was only fifty square meters in total, she still grimaced slightly.
Sure enough, it's not as big as a bathroom in Huayuan.
There were no slippers for adult men at home, so Su Mi handed him a shoe cover, took the shopping bag to the kitchen, opened her work laptop, and handed it to him:
"Mr. Huo, sit on the sofa over there and watch. I'm going to cook."
He called her to stop, not treating himself as an outsider at all: "Please make my share. I'll eat here by the way."
Su Mi:......
To say he is thick-skinned, he is really rude.
He walked towards her again: "You're kidding. I'll do it. You go and accompany your son."
Su Mi raised her face: "You do it?"
He didn't say anything, took off his coat, put it in her hand, entered the kitchen, and observed it.
The house is small, not to mention the kitchen, which can barely accommodate one adult.
It's hard to turn around.
He opened the refrigerator and looked at it, then took out the vegetables in the shopping bag, picked up the ingredients locally, and began to wash and select vegetables quickly.
Su Mi came back to her senses and hurriedly followed the kitchen: "No, I'll do it..."
Just in time, he turned around and bumped into her body.
Huo Shenxiu took off his coat and was only wearing a thin shirt.
She could almost feel the tightness of his muscles.
In the cramped space, the breathing was intertwined, dense and deep.
He felt a pair of soft pads hitting him, and sweat suddenly rolled out of his lower back.
She held her breath.
After a while, he lowered his head and whispered to her ear. His tone was soft but decisive, revealing an irrefutable authoritarianism: "I said, I'll do it."
The tips of her ears burned as if they were touched by sparks, and then she retreated to the kitchen door to watch him continue working.
Of course she knew, because he was born in Tongling Town and had experiences as a child, so he knew how to cook.
It's just that I have never seen him do it with my own eyes like I did now.
What's more, I didn't expect that people who were high-ranking and decisive in their work in the business circle would now be able to do things in the kitchen very well.
She put her thoughts away, and finally, without stopping, she just took off the apron hanging on the wall and handed it to him:
"Wear this. Your clothes are expensive. If they get dirty, you'll be in trouble."
Huo Shenxiu took a look at the leopard print funny style apron, the pattern was a three-point women's bikini, and his facial muscles twitched:
"Are there any other options?"
"I'm not selling aprons."
Huo Shenxiu finally followed silently and put the collar on his neck.
She retreated to the door again and saw him cooking in a three-point bikini and apron. He didn't look wild and coquettish, so she couldn't help but raise her lips silently.
When chopping vegetables, he rolled up his cuffs, and his strong forearms vibrated up and down on the chopping board with the sharp knife skills.
Then turn on the heat, add to the pan, and stir-fry.
Done in one go.
She suddenly understood why he looked down on her cooking so much four years ago.
The real person does not show his face.
…
Huo Shenxiu made four simple meals and one soup.
After it was served, the aroma filled the entire living room.
Su Mi fed Xiao Subao and took two bites.
The little Subao ate so much that he smacked his tongue.
Even the fried pork slices with carrots, which he usually dislikes the most, are delicious.
Although he didn't like Weiwei's father very much, he still said: "Mama, Weiwei's father cooks much more delicious food than you."
Su Mi looked sarcastic. Can't this kid save some face for himself?
Having said that, she thought that her current cooking skills were pretty good, but she didn't expect that she still couldn't compare to Huo Shenxiu, who only cooked once in a while.
Sure enough, cooking still depends on a little talent.
When Huo Shenxiu heard Xiao Subao's praise, he said lightly: "If you like it, I can come over often to do it."
Su Mi immediately changed the subject: "Okay, let's eat."
After eating, Huo Shenxiu sat on the sofa and started browsing the design drawings made by Su Mi.
Su Mi took Xiao Subao to take a bath.
After coming out of the shower, she asked Xiao Subao to go back to her room, go downstairs and check the time again. It was after eight o'clock, so she reminded:
"Mr. Huo, it's getting late."
I ate and ate and looked at the design drawings. No matter how much I lingered, I still had to go back.
Huo Shenxiu raised his head and saw that she meant to see her off. He closed his notebook and said, "Is it very late? It's only eight o'clock."
"I'm sorry, Xiao Subao and I are used to going to bed early and getting up early every day."
He stood up and stared at her. Mimi used to like to stay up late and would never rest so early.
But, so what?
After four years, people's living habits will change.
He looked at her and rubbed the bridge of his nose: "I don't know if it's because I've been looking at the computer screen for a long time. My eyes are swollen and my head hurts a little. Can I take a rest first?"
This excuse didn't completely lie to her.
After a busy day of meetings at the company today, he learned about what happened in the kindergarten in the evening. He made a phone call and scolded Wan Ziya, and then rushed to this little woman's apartment to cook and look at the design drawings.
I don't know if it's because I'm a little excited when I visit her house for the first time, or because I've really been busy today. When I sat down to look at the design drawings, my temples were pounding and I had another sign of a headache.
In the past few years, this happens every time before a headache attacks, and he has become familiar with the pattern.
I just didn't expect it to happen at this time tonight.