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

The eyes and expression are just right, not to mention how sincere they are.

Seeing him like this, Wu Yue pursed her lips: "No, I really believe you."

"It's getting late and I'm sleepy."

Her face showed a little fatigue, and she said softly: "Get in the car and take me home, okay?"

Gu Zhao, of course, did not respond. He hugged her tightly and said with a smile, "Yueyue, you are so kind. I really love you so much!"

Wu Yue closed her eyes tightly.

What's underneath your shirt collar? Does it really matter?

He seemed to have forgotten that if there was close contact with another person, there would be traces left.

His shirt was a little wrinkled and not as neat as it was originally.

His tie was slightly askew, and a long, straight black hair was stuck to his suit.

Most importantly, he had a faint sweet floral scent on his body.

That kind of light sweet fragrance has never been her taste.

Should she continue to believe it?

Wu Yue was in a state of confusion.

I couldn't help but feel a little timid and wanted to escape, so I simply stopped thinking about it.

Gu Zhao didn't know what she was thinking. Seeing that she seemed a little tired and closed her eyes, leaning heavily on the seat, he let out a breath.

He took out his phone, his face somewhat solemn, and typed coldly: "For the time being, let's not meet for the time being."

After the message was sent successfully, he skillfully deleted the record and cleared the backup.

Then he put away his phone and raised his hand to hold Wu Yue's hand.

With endless tenderness, he whispered, "Yueyue, come to my place tonight, okay?"

Wu Yue paused, opened her eyes and looked at him.

The time outside split his face into two parts. Half of his face was gentle and affectionate, while the other half was hidden in the darkness, making it difficult to understand.

There was a struggle in her eyes.

At this moment, Gu Zhao brought her hand to his lips and kissed it gently.

With a subtle smile in his eyes, his burning palm pinched her finger bones suggestively and whispered, "I missed you. Don't you miss me? Huh?"

His eyes were fixed on her intently, as if she was the only one in his eyes.

Wu Yue's heart suddenly started beating rapidly and her mind went blank.

All that remains is my excitement and joy for him.

She couldn't help but smiled shyly, and nodded with a bit of sweetness: "Okay!"

As he spoke, he raised his hand and knocked on the partition, then said to the driver, "I'm not going home. I'm going to the villa in the south of the city."

The driver was a little surprised and hesitated to speak.

The eldest daughter has always been a decisive and straightforward person, so why is it that when it comes to love, she seems to be blinded?

There is no explanation for what happened tonight, and after being coaxed by this kid for a few words, I want to spend the night outside with him.

"Did you hear that, Uncle He?"

Seeing that he didn't respond, Wu Yue urged again, her face full of confusion.

Seeing this, the driver could only calm down, responded solemnly, turned the steering wheel and drove towards the south of the city.

It was late at night. When Ruan Xingchen and Huo Yan returned to the Huo family, their younger brothers and sisters had already gone to bed.

"See you tomorrow, Mr. Huo."

Ruan Xingchen stood at the door of the room, smiled brightly at Huo Yan, and waved: "Good night."

Seeing the exhaustion on her face, Huo Yan said nothing more. He raised his hand to tuck her hair behind her ears and said in a hoarse voice, "Madam, go to bed early. Good night."

After watching her return to her room and looking at the closed door, Huo Yan raised his hand and pressed his chest.

When the heart beats, it transmits not blood, but a slight sweetness.

He couldn't help but pursing his lips, his dark eyes staring at the door again and again, as if expecting the door to suddenly open and reveal a smiling face again.

At this moment, accompanied by a series of footsteps, a timid female voice sounded: "Huo, Mr. Huo."

Huo Yan's eyes moved slightly and he looked over indifferently.

Xia Xinyi stood at the stairs holding a tray.

She seemed to have just climbed out of bed, wearing a suspender nightgown that revealed her overly thin shoulders and collarbones.

Her hair was draped over her shoulders in a messy manner, and her little face was bare.

These days, she has been living a much more relaxed life, her face has gained some weight, and her complexion has become much rosier.

Standing under the light, she looks simple and beautiful.

Her eyes widened slightly, as if she was surprised by his presence. She was a little at a loss and bit her lower lip.

Huo Yan couldn't help but frown.

The first moment he looked over, he had an illusion that Ruan Xingchen was standing there looking at him.

If the two people didn't look completely different, and Ruan Xingchen didn't have such a helpless and nervous expression, it would be easy to make a mistake at first glance.

Perhaps it was the strange emotion in his eyes that made Xia Xinyi even more nervous.

She unconsciously exerted force on her knuckles while holding the tray, and her knuckles turned blue and white.

"I, I heard you and Ms. Ruan came back..."

She stuttered a little, lowering her head and explaining dryly, "I, I made a hangover soup according to the recipe from my hometown and sent it to you. I was afraid, I was afraid that you would have a headache when you woke up the next day..."

As she spoke, she raised the tray in her hand again.

Huo Yan glanced down condescendingly.

There was indeed a bowl of sobering soup on top, still steaming, which must have been cooked a long time ago.

His frosty expression softened slightly, but his voice was still cold and indifferent: "You are thoughtful."

"It's all what I should do."

Xia Xinyi became visibly more nervous, her body couldn't help but tremble, and her mind went blank.

She didn't even know what she was saying, and tremblingly said, "I, I... This hangover soup is very effective. My father used to get drunk, and I always made it..."

Incoherent.

She bit her tongue hard, her eyes suddenly turned red, and she almost couldn't help crying.

What is she doing?

I can't even say a few simple sentences.

Tongue-tied.

What happened to her?

It's like this every time, like a fool.

Ms. Ruan also came from a slum and did not even have her parents to raise her. She grew up relying on her grandmother.

But she could move calmly among the upper class society, and was calm and elegant whether she was facing Huo Yan or others.

And what about her?

Nothing seems to be done right.

I didn't know where to put my hands and feet, and I couldn't speak properly.

I wish I could turn back time, or bite off my tongue instead of continuing to make a fool of myself like this.

The tall and handsome man seemed like an unreachable god.

She had never seen a man more handsome than Huo Yan. Not only was he good-looking, but he also had that indescribable nobleness.

Especially during the time she stayed at the Huo family, she saw with her own eyes how he treated Ruan Xingchen, and she felt that he was perfect.

In her limited vision, she would never have dreamed of such a perfect person even in her dreams.

She doesn't even have the right to dream.

And now, such an outstanding man was standing in front of her, so close that she almost suffocated.