Marriage is long: Mr. Huo spoils his wife too much

Suddenly there was a sound of footsteps, and a person sat beside him.

Lu Qiao opened her eyes, no accident, Huo Yan was sitting next to her, also looking at her.

The fire light made his face red, and Lu Qiao saw the obvious fatigue in his eyes.

Since Huo Yan came here this morning, he has been following the rescue force and participating in rescue activities.

When Lu Qiao followed the doctor to rescue people, he saw him from a distance. His skills were very agile, not inferior to the rescue officers and soldiers around him who had been receiving rigorous training in the army all year round.

To be honest, it was quite surprising.

She could see that his skills didn't look like they could be developed only in the gym.

Looking at Huo Yan with a little tired face beside the fire, there was a scar at the corner of his mouth, which was very faded now, if you didn't look carefully, it was almost invisible.

She suddenly remembered that she saw Huo Yan for the first time when Huo's shareholders meeting was held.

He showed his sharpness, and he was full of evil spirits, like a wolf who had just experienced a fierce battle and hadn't recovered from the dangerous state.

She had seen such a state and momentum before in the kidnapping leaders in foreign amusement parks.

Huo Yan, a businessman, why does he feel the same way as a "boss" who licks blood on the tip of a knife and has blood on his hands?

Lu Qiao couldn't think of the reason for this.

Two people have been separated for too long, a few years is enough to make a person unrecognizable.

There may be secrets hidden in Huo Yan's body that she doesn't know.

She calmly guessed what kind of secret he was hiding.

Huo Yan asked aloud, "Is it cold?"

A gust of cold wind blew past, Lu Qiao shivered, but said firmly: "It's not cold."

Huo Yan's eyes were a bit dark, and her hands were reflected in her unpredictable eyes, which were hidden by the furry gloves, only a little bit of fingertips were exposed, but they were still red with cold.

And the snow-white gloves, after a day, were stained with blood and dust, and their original appearance could no longer be seen.

He moved his gaze upwards, and what he saw was the blue-black underside of her eyes.

He asked: "Insomnia?"

"Well, I can't sleep a little bit."

Frowning unconsciously, she reached out and rubbed her temples. She didn't get enough rest for a long time, and she had a migraine.

Huo Yan didn't speak anymore, just when Lu Qiao thought he had left, something warm was suddenly stuck to his fingertips.

She opened her eyes again and looked over suspiciously.

It's a box of milk. Huo Yan didn't know how to heat it up. It wasn't cold. He put it in his hand to warm his hands, and the temperature was just right for his mouth.

Huo Yan said: "Drinking some milk can help you sleep."

"No, thanks."

She didn't want to accept Huo Yan's kindness too much.

"Take it, you haven't eaten much all day, if you fast for too long, you're prone to stomach problems."

Huo Yan put the milk in her palm.

Before she could refuse, he suddenly took off her gloves again.

Lu Qiao frowned impatiently, "Huo Yan, what are you going to do?"

Huo Yan was very tolerant, and seemed to have a good temper and explained: "The gloves are dirty, I will wash them for you later."

Huo Yan is too abnormal now, she is still used to that Huo Yan who is so inhuman, and her kindness to him is particularly awkward.

"No need." Lu Qiao took the gloves from his hand, "Even if they are cleaned, they will still be dirty tomorrow, so there is no need to wash them."