Chapter 37 (1/2)

Because in the evening, Rino just put on a big coat in his pajamas, carried a bag, simple supplies, and stepped on slippers and went downstairs.

When Feng Yimo hit the steering wheel, he saw a weak figure running out in a yawn. He looked embarrassed and ugly. Without honking his horn, he flashed the lights for a few times. As soon as he parked the car on one side, a disorderly figure climbed up, jammed things in disorder, and closed the door with his small foot in his back.

Slanting at her, it was like watching a pile of garbage crammed into his beloved car, sealing Yimo's undisguised dislike: which bandit's nest has been arched? Sloppy like this?

Sleepily, getting on the bus, Rino got a comfortable position:

”honey, when did you come back? Call me in advance. I'll go back myself. You don't have to run this one so late! ”

Pulling at his arm, Rino rubbed coquettishly: ”my husband has worked hard! It's all my fault Let's drive home! ”

Looking at her confused and dependent appearance, Feng Yimo could not say a word when she complained. He helped her pull the clothes, but pulled the seat belt and tied it for her:

”sit down!”

”Yes!” With a good nod, Rino smiled and said, ”go home!”

Home?

Hearing these two words again, Feng Yimo's heart could not help shivering a little and was deeply pleased by her expectant voice.

Does she want to go back, too? Did she make it home?