Perfect Pampered Marriage: Good Morning, Hubby

Mo Yichen scanned the room: This is the room where Han Jinchu lives?

When Han Jinchu thought of something, he quickly packed up the drawing board on the table and hid it aside.

The loft is very small and can only hold a bed and a table and chairs.

Han Jinnian, who cleaned up a table of vegetables downstairs, looked up at the ceiling.

The young master of the Mo family really did it.

Han Jinchu's attic was so small that he squeezed it in.

But the space is so small, so small, what would they do on it?

Han Jinnian shook her head. What is she thinking about? She blushed. Should she find a place to get some air first?

I'm drunk, why did I have to be born two years later than Han Jinchu? Or maybe he is the one who has such a good blessing now.

Bah, bah, started thinking about it again.

She is better to flash.

In the attic.

"you……"

"you……"

"You speak first."

"You speak first."

"Then I'll talk about it first." Mo Yichen said, "Bring it."

"What?" Han Jinchu thought he was going to look at the picture book she had put on the table, and his face blushed for a moment.

"Last time I gave you your phone, didn't you say that you gave me a gift in return?"

Oh, that thing...

Han Jinchu glanced at the scarf next to her. Oops, she forgot to hide the scarf. What if he hates scarves? Will he be angry when he sees it?

"What are you thinking? No, still not prepared?" Mo Yichen continued to ask.

If he says no now, he will definitely be upset, right?

Han Jinchu quickly pulled out two hundred yuan from his pocket...

Mo Yichen chilled slightly, "What do you mean?"

"You... wait a minute!"

Han Jinchu quickly took out one of them and quickly folded a paper crane for him.

"is this OK?"

She handed him the paper crane a little nervously.

"..." Mo Yichen thought for a while and took it.

"There is another..." Han Jinchu hurriedly continued to fold.

"Wait a minute." Mo Yichen said to her: "The rest will be folded with a dime."

"A dime? Why?" Han Jinchu was taken aback.

Because, in that case, she could give him one thousand and one paper cranes.

Mo Yichen would not tell her. He thought carefully and said lightly: "Need a reason?"

"No...no need." Han Jinchu said.

As long as he is not upset, everything is fine.

He smiled slightly.

She was stunned when she saw his smile, and then the whole person's mood seemed to be infected, and she smiled lightly.

He felt something pressing against him behind him, and just about to turn around, she quickly grabbed the scarf and stuffed it in the quilt, as well as the picture book just now.

"Take out the things you hid just now." Mo Yichen said.

"What...what?"

"I saw it all."

"Did you see? That... that, I really didn't mean to paint..."

"Didn't the physics papers for this exam of yours on the table? I saw...twelve points. You are really there, Han Jinchu." He said as he exposed the corner of the score from her quilt. The test paper is drawn out.

"..." It turned out that what he saw was a test paper, and she was relieved.

"What are you doing in a daze? Sit next to me."

"What...what?"

"Didn't you agree to help you learn physics last time?" Mo Yichen said.

"Really...really?"

Han Jinchu was surprised and a little disturbed.

"You have to make up your level from the beginning of the first grade." Mo Yichen said: "Are your previous textbooks still there?"

"……in."

Han Jinchu hurriedly searched for textbooks, and then found out all the physics textbooks from junior high school to high school and put them on the desk.

Her hair just hit the door of the cabinet, and the hair tie was hooked off.

Her long hair was draped down, making her cheeks look inexplicable.

He suddenly lost consciousness.

She realized that he was looking at herself, and she couldn't help flushing, "Yes... I'm sorry."

She remembered that he had said that he didn't like the way she put her hair down, so she hurriedly picked up the hair tie to tie her hair up.

Who knows, the hair tie was broken by the hook just now, and she felt even more embarrassed. She grabbed the hair with one hand and said to him, "Well, I'll find other hair tie."

"Han Jinchu." He stretched out his hand and grabbed her wrist.

He was grasping her wrist, her hair was out of control, and her brain poured out again.

She lowered her head awkwardly, not letting him see her now.

He continued: "When facing me, you can drape your hair down."

She didn't expect that he would actually say that, and looked up at him in surprise, "Why? Don't you think it's messy?"

"I don't mind you being bad."

"But I would mind." She said seriously.

"...Han Jinchu, are you stupid or me stupid?"

‘Are you not understanding what I’m saying, or am I not expressing my right thoughts? ’

‘I just don’t want people to see your hair down, so I say it’s not pretty. ’

"What?" Han Jinchu did not understand.

"Anyway, that's it." Mo Yichen pulled her into a chair, "Now attend the class."

"……Ok."

If his breath came, her heart was beating wildly.

His voice is so nice, and Mo Yichen deserves to be a genius. With just a few words, he can explain the problem that she didn't understand.

if……

How good would it be to be so close to him every day...

I don't know how long it took...

"I'm here today." Mo Yichen said to Han Jinchu: "From tomorrow, you will go to the school rooftop to find me every noon, and I will help you with tuition."

"Ok."

Mo Yichen turned around to go downstairs, but accidentally caught Han Jinchu's quilt, and pulled the quilt... a scarf inside was exposed...

Han Jinchu looked pale and hurriedly hid the scarf inside.

Mo Yichen condensed his eyebrows, "Is that a scarf for boys?"

"Ahahaha, ahhahaha..." Han Jinchu didn't know how to explain, "That...that was I weaving for my dad... isn't he delivering express delivery? It's very hard, it's getting colder, I Prepare him early."

"...You can knit a scarf?"

When it comes to the scarf, Han Jinchu's face is even paler.

He doesn't think she hates it, will he?

"That...that, I don't know how, no, this is the first time..."

"For the first time, why not consider me first?"

"What...what?"

Mo Yichen pulled out the scarf from the quilt and frowned critically: "This style is not suitable for your father's age at all."

"..." Han Jinchu flushed awkwardly. She knew he didn't like scarves, so...