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

Huo Yan suddenly realized that at this moment, he finally understood the value of home.

It seemed as if what he had been pursuing throughout his life was just the ordinary words "going home".

With long strides, he walked into the warm yellow light of the living room, leaving the dim and cold light of the entrance behind.

The cold fatigue brought back from outside seemed to melt away in her smile.

"I'm back." He heard his voice was gentle, and he whispered, "Madam."

"Big brother."

Huo Xiaoning was still a little shy, and looked at him with a mixture of respect and awe.

Carefully holding an exquisite gift box in front of him, she said nervously, "This is a gift I brought for Big Brother. I wonder if he likes it..."

A gift for him?

I took the gift and opened it, and inside was a simple and elegant watch.

Huo Yan looked at it carefully. The watch had the tough style he liked, exaggerated and low-key, but not particularly childish.

It suits his preferences, and the green dial adds a touch of freshness.

"If you don't like it, I'll choose something else next time."

Carefully observing his expression, Huo Xiaoning said uncertainly, "I just think it will suit Big Brother. It doesn't matter if Big Brother doesn't like it."

"I love so much."

Huo Yan responded calmly and raised his hand to reveal the watch on his wrist.

The watch on his wrist was obviously more low-key and luxurious, but he did not hesitate at all and directly replaced it with the new one.

Huo Xiaoning's face flushed with joy, she tilted her head and smiled, saying in a relaxed tone, "As long as Big Brother likes it."

I don’t know when it started, but I’ve always been more respectful of him than my younger brothers and sisters who are close to me. They would habitually bring him gifts when they come back from going out, and would also greet him obediently.

This home is really becoming more and more like a home, rather than a cold house that brings together a few unrelated people.

After dinner, Ruan Xingchen was sitting in her room reading a book when she heard a knock on the door.

Huo Yan, holding a cardboard box, stood outside the door, looking at her quietly with his eyes lowered.

He was wearing black silk pajamas, unlike his usual aloof and cold appearance when he wore a suit.

The drooping hair on his forehead softened his edges, his eyes were gentle, and his whole person had a more homely air.

It is no longer so high and mighty that people feel they are blaspheming when they get close to it.

Ruan Xingchen couldn't help but laugh, leaning against the door frame with his arms folded, looking at him with a smile: "Mr. Huo, why are you visiting so late at night? Is there something important?"

"Madam, won't you invite me in to talk?" Huo Yan felt helpless when he saw the cunning in her eyes.

"It's not good to be alone with a man and a woman, right?"

Her red lips curled up, and her smile deepened.

Today she was wearing a suspender pajamas, with thin straps falling on her snow-white and thin shoulders, and her delicate collarbone was as white as a lie.

Slender swan neck and beautiful right-angled shoulders.

Every detail is exquisite and charming.

She was like a blooming poppy, revealing a dangerous charm. She said softly, "Mr. Huo came to me on his own initiative. Are you ready to stay?"

The slender index finger, white as jade, touched his heart.

She smiled like a seductive little fox, and sang in a playful, drawn-out tone, "The women down the mountain are like tigers. If you meet them, you must avoid them..."

She clearly told him to stay away, but she smiled charmingly and seductively.

It's so fascinating that you can't take your eyes off it.

"Even if the woman down the mountain is a tiger..."

Huo Yan's Adam's apple moved slightly, his voice low and hoarse, his deep eyes fixed on her: "In ancient times, the Buddha cut off his flesh to feed an eagle in order to save a pigeon's life. Now, in order to save other young people who are not familiar with the world, I am willing to feed the tiger with my own body. What's wrong with that?"

He spoke with great righteousness, but it was clear that he had distracting thoughts in his mind.

Ruan Xingchen couldn't help but chuckle and glanced at him. "Mr. Huo is truly great. I just wonder if he sacrificed himself to feed the tiger to save people, or because he had a crush on the tiger?"

Her eyes were full of water, as if she wanted to speak but couldn't.

"I can save people and live with my beloved tiger forever. Isn't that the best of both worlds?"

Huo Yan looked at her deeply: "Madam, can you let me in now?"

I knew he had bad intentions.

Ruan Xingchen smiled and turned sideways, looking at the large box in his hand, and asked curiously, "What did Mr. Huo bring here?"

Hearing this, the man paused slightly.

With a bit of stiffness, he placed the box on the table, and looked at her with an indescribable embarrassment in his black eyes.

This was the first time Huo Yan did such a thing, and his ears felt slightly hot.

With a light cough, he opened the box and said in a tight voice, "I'll give these to my wife."

Ruan Xingchen took a step forward.

Wow, red and gold are placed together, trophies, medals and certificates of honor.

A big box, packed full!

Pick up one at random, "Top Ten Outstanding Young People in China"; pick up another, "International Olympiad Champion"...

The lowest awards all start from the national level.

Each one of them proves the excellence of the man in front of him from childhood to adulthood.

Ruan Xingchen's expression was a little complicated. He looked at the things in the box and asked, "What is Mr. Huo doing?"

What has become of her?

Recycling old medals and trophies?

What's wrong with the Huo brothers and sisters? Why do they always force everything on her?