Bold and passionate love: Acting coquettishly in Mr. Huo's arms

Although Huo Yan was lame, the Huo family still relied on his reputation.

The fact that Dashishi sent flowers to his newlywed wife might be seen as a signal by someone with ulterior motives.

Romantic scandals among wealthy families are already prevalent, and it is possible that someone will make a big fuss about it and take advantage of the situation to disrupt the financial situation in H City.

Beauty can harm people.

With a hint of coldness, Wu Zheng said in a cold voice, "I'm used to being a playboy. The serious atmosphere of financial newspapers doesn't suit me. How about Mrs. Huo have dinner with me tomorrow night to make the gossip more lively?"

He always wins when he has scandals with beautiful women.

Ruan Xingchen was about to speak when the tip of his nose was brushed by the faintly astringent scent of pine wood.

Huo Yan sat in a wheelchair, his voice cold: "We need to eat, why don't I go with Mr. Wu?"

Wu Zheng was speechless.

Then the news would probably turn into a farce about two men fighting for one woman, and him taking advantage of her misfortune and bullying her too much.

Huo Yan ignored his thoughts and said coldly, "I'm waiting for you, Mr. Wu, anytime."

Raven-black eyelashes lifted, and he said calmly: "For matters like this, just come to me."

Is this to protect her?

It was the first time that someone stood in front of him and protected him under his wings. The feeling was so novel that Ruan Xingchen's gaze couldn't help but linger on his face.

She watched him lower his eyes uncomfortably until she suddenly revealed a bright smile: "Okay."

The voice was so sweet and soft that it made Wu Zheng on the other side of the microphone feel a little upset.

"Mr. Wu." Ruan Xingchen picked up the phone with a smile, "You are welcome to visit us anytime. The Huo family will make sure to welcome you. Goodbye."

Hearing the busy tone on the phone, Wu Zheng was stunned for a moment. He looked at his brother who was huddled together on the sofa and asked, "Did Mrs. Huo really grow up in the slums?"

Who grew up in the slums and could be so calm and composed when someone came to his door, and could use a little effort to achieve a great result and put him speechless?

Wu Yi curled his lips: "I already told you that Madam Huo won't buy into your tricks."

She's flirting with Mrs. Huo, but does she think she'll pay any attention to her?

Wu Zheng almost laughed out loud: "So you're feeling really happy?"

"You can't flirt with me even if you're not happy. I'm almost forty years old..."

He curled his lips, thinking of Ruan Xingchen's dashing and beautiful appearance, and couldn't help but say: "Mrs. Huo is two years younger than me, and you don't think you are old."

"Get lost!" Wu Zheng's forehead flashed with a cross and he kicked out: "Get away! I'm annoyed by the sight of you!"

Huo family.

After sending Huo Jingxuan away, Ruan Xingchen pushed Huo Yan upstairs: "Do you want me to help you wash up?"

When she said this, there was still a smile on the corner of her mouth, and there was no mercy in her black and white eyes, as if she was asking the most ordinary thing.

Huo Yan looked away: "No need."

"Sir." The assistant knocked on the door with water in his hand and said after a pause, "You should take your medicine."

Huo Yan's eyes suddenly turned cold, his dark pupils becoming even darker, and he said in a cold voice, "Put it aside for now."

The assistant hesitated to speak.

Sensing something was wrong, Ruan Xingchen stood up and took the tray, smiling faintly, "Take your medicine early. It's getting late, and it's time to rest."

She bent down slightly, the neckline of her nightgown open, revealing her delicate and beautiful collarbone, and her fair skin all the way down...

Huo Yan suddenly opened his eyes and waved his hand subconsciously: "I said put it aside for now!"

"boom!"

He overturned the tray and the cup fell to the ground with a crisp sound of breaking.

Huo Yan's eyes narrowed slightly, a hint of hostility and self-loathing appeared in them. He angrily shouted, "Get out! Get out, everyone!"

"Mr. Huo." Ruan Xingchen's expression remained unchanged, and he continued to smile, "Are you afraid of taking medicine?"

She pulled out a fancy-wrapped candy from somewhere and said softly, "Take the medicine. A little candy will sweeten your mouth. Take the medicine first, okay?"

Like coaxing a child.

Huo Yan subconsciously looked up at her.

Her naturally curly long hair hung down, contrasting with her fair skin, revealing a unique and magnificent beauty.

When a woman has a face as beautiful as a peach and eyes full of stars looking at people, it makes people feel that they are her whole world.

She is noble, perfect and moving, and deserves the best in the world.

Huo Yan's face suddenly turned pale, his big hands tightly gripped the two sides of the wheelchair, and big beads of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

"Huo Yan!" Sensing something was wrong, Ruan Xingchen grasped his tense wrist and asked anxiously, "What's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"

"Sir, is your leg hurting again?" The assistant was also anxious. He hurriedly opened the drawer, took out a brown medicine bottle, and poured out a handful of small white pills: "Sir, take the medicine quickly."

Pupils slightly dilated, Ruan Xingchen snatched the medicine bottle and after reading the small words on it, his eyes widened in disbelief: "You're going to give him this?"

Long-term use of tramadol is highly addictive. Huo Yan didn't take his medicine properly, but took this?

After taking the painkillers, Huo Yan, looking pale, closed his eyes and leaned back in his wheelchair. A bitter look appeared on his assistant's face as he whispered, "Sir, your legs have been hurting..."

What else can I do if I don’t take painkillers?

Ruan Xingchen's face darkened as she looked at the man whose shirt was soaked with cold sweat in just a moment, and she couldn't say anything harsh.

Thick darkness enveloped him, and Huo Yan felt even more violent and bored.

He is now just a useless person.

She suffered in agony day and night, waiting for the moment of death. But she was like a beautiful rose, just about to bloom with the first drop of morning dew.

His heart was torn apart, blood was gushing out, and he was filled with uncontrollable violence.

At this moment, along with the rustling sound of plastic paper, the sweet aroma of litchi came to his nose.

He opened his eyes subconsciously.

Ruan Xingchen half-knelt in front of his wheelchair, her eyes slightly curved, and placed the unwrapped lollipop on his lips: "After taking the medicine, eating a piece of candy doesn't taste bitter anymore."

Huo Yan was speechless. He opened his mouth inexplicably and held the candy between his lips and teeth.

The lychee flavor from the spices and the sweetness from the sugar exploded on his tongue, a sweetness he had never tasted before.

Clenching the Tramadol in his hand, Ruan Xingchen smiled and discussed with him: "Painkillers are addictive, and they can only suppress pain, not eradicate the cause. Mr. Huo, let's take less painkillers in the future and try to cooperate with the treatment, okay?"

She raised her eyes, her clear eyes reflecting his pale, thin face, and she whispered softly, "You are the pillar of our family, you can't fall like this."

Our home.

Huo Yan's fingertips curled up, and he felt that she was like a bewitching witch that traveled at night, extending her white, seductive hand towards him, waiting for his fall.

And he… couldn't resist.

He closed his eyes and heard his hoarse voice answer lightly: "Okay."

Then the banshee laughed, and flowers bloomed in the night sky, and drums and music sounded.

The family doctor arrived late, and his eyes flickered when he saw this scene: "How is Mr. Huo? Is he still feeling unwell?"

"Are you in charge of Mr. Huo's treatment now?" Ruan Xingchen looked over and asked casually, "Are all the medicines he takes daily prescribed by you?"

The family doctor's expression suddenly changed, and he adjusted his glasses with trembling fingertips.

"Yes." He laughed, his eyes wandering: "Any questions?"

Ruan Xingchen narrowed his eyes and looked at him steadily.