Chapter 47
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Huo Beichen could not be bothered to continue the conversation and hung up the phone.
He scooped up the noodles and carried it upstairs.
He had never been humble to anyone before. He walked to the bedroom, knocked on the door twice, and walked in.
In the room.
The father and daughter were instantly scared out of their wits and shivered.
Ning Meng wanted to hide behind her father for protection, but before she could do so, Ning Wentao had appeared behind her.
Ning Meng was speechless.
Huo Beichen did not know what was going on. He held the bowl of noodles and said to Ning Meng, "Eat."
Ning Meng was confused.
"Is this going to be the last meal?"
Ning Wentao murmured softly and said what was on her mind.
Ning Meng did not dare to eat anymore. She said, "I'm not hungry!"
Huo Beichen's face darkened when he heard this.
As she trembled in fear, the man fell silent and slowly said, "It's very delicious."
Ning Meng was speechless.
Huo Beichen took a step forward and passed the bowl to her. "Eat."
Ning Meng was speechless.
The aroma of the shredded chicken noodles with soup wafted into her nose, causing her stomach to growl.
Ning Meng could not resist the temptation and took a look.
There were two or three drops of oil floating on the white broth. The shredded chicken was faintly discernible, and a layer of coriander was sprinkled on top.
She swallowed her saliva.
In the end, she could not resist the temptation and took the noodles.
Her taste buds were stimulated by the delicious taste. She subconsciously said, "Wow! Hubby, your noodles are amazing! The color is bright, the smell is mellow, and the broth is thick. It's not fishy or greasy at all. Only a pair of hands like yours, Adonis, would be able to do it! "
Huo Beichen was speechless.
She took another bite. "What kind of husband is this? Not only is he handsome, but he's also good at making money. He's gentle and considerate, and he's good at cooking. Hubby, you only have one flaw! "
Huo Beichen was immune to her flirtatious words and ignored her.
Ning Wentao asked curiously, "What flaw?"
Ning Meng raised her head and looked at him seriously. "My flaw."
"…"
Ning Wentao could not bear to look at her fawning over him. He coughed and looked at Huo Beichen, trying his best to maintain the image of a father-in-law. He asked kindly, "Son-in-law, how long do you plan to lock Mengmeng up for?"
Ning Meng's eyes landed on Huo Beichen.
He remained expressionless. After a moment of contemplation, he hesitantly said, "Three …"
"Three days?" Ning Wentao asked.
"No."
"Three months?" Ning Wentao asked.
"No."
Ning Wentao panicked. "It can't be three years, or even thirty years, right?"
"Not really."
"Three hours," Huo Beichen said, enunciating each word clearly.
"??"
Ning Wentao asked in surprise, "We can go out in three hours? Free? "
"Yes."
The father and daughter's expressions were really strange.
Huo Beichen thought that they were touched. After all, eating his noodles meant that they had accepted his apology.
He took the bowl from Ning Meng and walked out.
Ning Meng and Ning Wentao looked at each other, realizing that they had made a mistake. Their legs turned to jelly, and they sat down on the sofa, wiping the non-existent cold sweat off their foreheads.
After Huo Beichen went out, he realized that he had forgotten to bring the tray with him, so he returned.
Just as he was about to knock on the door again, he heard Ning Wentao's voice. "Mengmeng, do you want a divorce?"
Huo Beichen stopped in his tracks.
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