Reborn: Sure to Flirt Me?

They rubbed the injured parts of each other and the two said at the same time, "Are you all right?"

At the same time, they shook their heads and hugged each other with a smile.

"Allen." Although in this atmosphere, Molly still remembered the topic between the two of them just now.

"Yes. What's wrong?" Allen looked at her.

"I can't take these things from you." Seeing that Allen was staring at her, Molly hurriedly said the following words.

"I'm not being a stranger to you. But most of the money are earned by you, some of them are left to you by your parents. They should be in your own hands. It's not appropriate to give them to me."

Allen said discontentedly, "You said you wouldn't regard me as an outsider. Isn't it appropriate to keep my things in your hands?"

"You are right, but it's still not right." Molly held Allen's hand and sat down, "It's not appropriate to hand over the property and shares of your Cheng Family to me..."

Before she could finish her words, Allen interrupted her irritably, "I said it's right! I just want to give you something. Is it wrong?'

"Of course it's not wrong for you to give me something!" Molly didn't know how to explain to him, but she was a little upset. "But what you gave me is not a little thing! This can be equal to the whole Cheng family!"

"Don't be so formal with me!" Allen said coldly in the end. Then he turned around and lay on the bed with his back to Molly, showing that he didn't want to talk to her anymore.

In the face of Allen, Molly couldn't take over such a thing for no reason, even if this man was her husband.

After thinking for a while, she lay down on the back of Allen and gently supported his back. But she found that he moved and wanted to dodge, so she quickly pressed him. Molly turned her head and saw him closing his eyes. His breath was unstable, and it was obvious that he was still angry.

Molly shook him, but Allen didn't respond. Molly rolled her eyes and whispered in his ear, "Allen, Allen, little brother!" She kept calling, and Allen closed his eyes. At last, he turned over and sat up, irritably saying, "Who did you call?"

"I called..." "I'm calling my little brother, and I also call..."

"I am also calling me husband," murmured Molly in Allen's ear.

Allen suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Molly in disbelief. "Call me again. I didn't hear it clearly just now!" "No way! I don't say something nice twice!" Molly shook her head decisively. "Unless you are not angry!"

"Okay, I'm not angry. Call me again!" He answered so quickly that Molly suspected that he didn't think it over.

After hesitating for a while, Molly gritted her teeth and stamped her feet. She had called him "honey" just now. She didn't care about calling him again.

Although she thought so, she gritted her teeth when she called him "honey".

Allen didn't mind it at all. He not only responded quickly, but also kept nodding, looking intoxicated.

"Since you have called me like that, I'll give you the money." Allen pulled her into his arms, "But the lawyer should be on holiday these days. I'll let him come here when he goes to work."

"No, Edward." Molly still wanted to stop him. "You can't give me all your money!"

"You are my wife. Who else can I give it to?" Allen raised his eyebrows, "It's the first time I've seen someone like you. I begged you to take it, but you refused!"

"It's also the first time I've seen someone like you who insists on giving something to others!"

The two of them didn't compromise, but they couldn't be in a stalemate here. After thinking for a while, Molly said, "Well, you still keep the things left by uncle and aunt. You can give me the things you have earned these years."

"Uncle and aunt?" Allen looked at her with a faint smile.

Hearing that, Molly paused for a moment and said, "I'm sorry. You keep the things left by our parents by yourself, and I'll keep the rest for you. You don't need to transfer the ownership."

Allen was dissatisfied, "It's no different from not giving it to you!"

"Why is there no difference?" With her eyes wide open, Molly said, "You need to ask me for help when you need these. Isn't that the difference?"

Seeing that Allen still wanted to speak, Molly interrupted him, "Of course, I will give you my things for safekeeping, although not as much as you give me."

After saying that, Molly gently wrapped her arms around his neck and said, "You take mine, and I take yours. Isn't it better for us not to be separated from each other?"

"Yes." Molly's words cheered him up. He kissed her on the lips and suggested with a smile, "Call me honey from now on, okay?"

Molly refused decisively, "No!"

"Why?"

"Because it's too shameful!"

Allen suggested again, "Then call me like that when we are alone."

Molly shook her head again. "No way!"

Allen pulled her on his laps and asked, "Then tell me, what do you want to call me?"

"Just call you Allen." Molly struggled to argue with him.

"No way!" This time, Allen disagreed, "It seems that we are not intimate at all."

Molly pouted, "Then I call you little brother!"

Allen bit her little ear and said, "No. Others will think we are biological brother and sister if you call me like this!"

"Then what do you want me to call you?" Molly glanced at him angrily.

"How about..." An idea occurred to Allen, "You can call me darling!"

"It's so disgusting!" Molly covered her mouth and chuckled.

Allen scratched her crunching and said with a snicker, "Then what do you think?"

Molly was afraid of itch. After being scratched for many times, she laughed out loud and begged for mercy. Yes, yes... Ha ha Let go of me!"

"Call me first!" Allen continued, "What if you regret?"

Molly had no choice but to smile and call out in a trembling voice, "Dar, darling."

"Good girl!" Allen kissed her on the forehead as a reward, "Well, baby, let's go to bed!"

"Humph!" Molly snorted, but it sounded more like a spoiled child.

The second morning, Allen woke up at six o'clock on time and was ready to run.

When he sat up, Molly also woke up.

"Are you getting up now?"

"Yes." Allen tucked her in, "It's still early. You can sleep for a while."

"Okay." Molly closed her eyes, but soon opened them. She said to Allen, who was about to go out, "Check if the air conditioner is off. Why do I feel a little cold?"

Hearing that she was cold, Allen hurriedly touched her quilt and found that it was indeed not very hot. He looked at the air conditioner and found that it was twenty-three degrees Celsius, which was the temperature they had set before sleep, and it was not turned off.

Thinking of the sound he heard last night, Allen walked quickly to the window and opened the curtain.

No wonder it was so cold. It was snowing!

Allen turned around, took off his clothes and lay back on the bed.

"Eh?" Molly was curious, "Aren't you going to run? Why did you lie down again?

Allen held her hand from the quilt and said, "It's snowing outside. I can't go out. I'll sleep with you for a while!"

Feeling that her hand was still a little cold, Allen said, "If you still feel cold, go into my quilt and I'll help you keep your hands warm."

They slept together.

Molly suddenly thought of this word. Her cheeks and ears turned red, but shyness was no match for the desire for warmth.

Lying in Allen's warm arms, Molly fell asleep again comfortably, but Allen felt a little bitter.

Looking at the quiet sleeping face of the woman in his arms, Allen took a bite on her face and threatened her without any deterrence, "I'll get even with you after we get married!"

Perhaps it was because of the snow that James and Peggy didn't get up early. Since Farrell might get up, he should deal with his work in the study.

When Molly and Allen went downstairs, no one was there.

On a whim, Molly suddenly wanted to cook a meal for her family.

There was nothing short of in the fridge. After making a decision on the dishes, she asked Allen to help her. The two of them became very busy.

After practicing for a period of time, Molly made rapid progress in cooking. Several simple home cooking dishes made by her successfully.

As the aroma of the meat in the pot constantly wafting out, Allen also stood aside and watched. Molly took out a pair of chopsticks, picked up a piece of meat, blew it, and put it to his mouth. She smiled and said, "Have a try to see if it tastes good."

Allen was scalded, but he still gave her a thumbs up and said, "It tastes good!"

Molly took a deep breath with satisfaction. "That's fine!"

James and Peggy, who had just come downstairs, saw this scene. They quickly walked to the side of the table and looked at the dishes that had been prepared. They were full of disbelief. "Oh my God, did you cook all these?"

Molly raised her head proudly and said, "Yes, it's your daughter who did all these!"

"Oh my God! Oh my God! " "Allen, do you know how lucky you are? James and I have never eaten the food cooked by Molly. She was always reluctant to cook when I asked her to learn it! "

Peggy seemed to be jealous.

"I used to be busy. I don't have time to learn."

Farrell asked, "Now you have time, right?"☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐