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

Eyeballs dropped to the floor in shock.

She smiled charmingly, and her voice was like a hook: "This is my kiss of encouragement to Mr. Huo."

In the entire upper class circle of H City, who doesn’t know that Huo Yan never shows his emotions, is calm and reserved, and is aloof and distant?

However, at this moment, the calm black eyes of this man who remained calm even when faced with a mountain collapse suddenly stirred up waves.

It was as if the ice was ignited in an instant, and the sparks spread across the land, burning his blood as well.

Huo Yan raised his hand and touched his thin lips, which seemed to still have a soft touch. His eyes were full of fighting spirit, and he curled his lips to reveal a smile that could be called arrogant.

Come on kiss?

He suddenly began to feel that this boring game had become interesting.

I even want to play a few more games.

He loved her bold and charming look, and seeing her showing her intimacy with him in front of everyone without any hesitation, his heart almost blossomed.

It's sweet and makes people feel dizzy.

Not to mention just an archery competition, even if he were to fight on the battlefield now, he would be happy to do it.

Without saying anything else, his hot palm fell on the top of her head through the sun visor and pressed it with gentle yet firm force.

Like a silent promise.

Then he no longer hesitated, turned around and walked step by step to the shooting position.

With every step he took, the rare gentleness in him peeled off, and his aura became firm and sharp, and he moved forward without hesitation.

How could he possibly disappoint his wife?

In this game, he not only has to win, but also win beautifully!

Standing in the designated position, Huo Yan's eyes gleamed with sharp light as he concentrated on stringing the bow!

It is said that men are the most handsome when they are serious. He has outstanding looks, and at this moment under the sun, he seems to be a naturally dazzling and scorching light source.

The muscles in his arms are tense due to the exertion, revealing explosive lines and full of masculine hormones.

His muscles are not exaggerated, but a thin layer evenly distributed, which best conforms to the oriental aesthetic standards.

She looks thin when dressed and has flesh when undressed. She is not exaggerated to the point of being ugly, nor is she so weak as to make people think she is effeminate.

There's a dizzying sense of power.

The resolute aura mixed with iron and blood, the cold lines and focused expression, every bit of it makes one's face hot and heart beat fast, unable to extricate oneself.

Many girls present didn't dare to look any longer, their faces were red and their eyes were shining.

The boy couldn't help but look at it again and again with envy.

Ruan Xingchen even saw a wealthy second-generation man beside him raise his hand and pinch the soft flesh on his arm in frustration, muttering, "Tsk, Mr. Huo, this is all muscle, right? I wonder if I can be as handsome as him if I start training now?"

"You're dreaming! Look at Mr. Huo's face..."

His friends were jealous and envious, sneering, "I'd be so lucky if I could be even one-tenth as handsome as Mr. Huo."

Ruan Xingchen couldn't help but smile when she heard this, and she couldn't tell whether she felt sweetness or pride in her heart.

My heart is beating a little faster.

She suddenly understood why in high school, there were always girls waiting by the playground, bringing water to the boys they liked who were playing basketball.

Feast your eyes.

Huo Yan was imposing. When he drew the bow, he was not as casual and lazy as Ruan Xingchen, nor as tense as Zhong Shaoyang.

He was focused and confident, calm and composed, and his movements of drawing the bow and shooting the arrow were smooth and fluid.

At this moment, he seemed like a skilled ancient general, killing enemies with his upper body, and his martial arts had long been integrated into his bones and blood.

"call out!"

With the sound of arrows cutting through the air, he nimbly picked up the next arrow and continued to repeat the previous action.

The target was quite far away, and with my eyesight I could only vaguely see that his score was obviously very good.

The proof is that not a single arrow missed the target, not even a single arrow in the outer circle; they all seemed to be densely packed in the center of the target.

Zhong Shaoyang's heart sank.

It didn't take long to shoot all ten arrows.

Huo Yan casually placed the bow and arrow on the table beside him and glanced at the person guarding the target.

He had learned archery before when he was practicing shooting, so shooting at a fixed target was too easy.

Even if the target is moving, he can easily hit the bull's eye.

If it weren't for pleasing the lady, such a competition would be extremely boring.

What’s the point of a game whose outcome is determined before it even starts?

When he met his deep and cold gaze, the rich second generation next to the target trembled all over.

Only then did he wake up from his great shock. He seemed to have finally remembered his duty and looked at the target again and again.

The voice was raised, almost splitting due to shock: "Ten, ten rings! All ten rings! 100 points!"

It's so fucking weird!

Everyone present couldn't help but curse in their hearts.

What's so weird about this couple?

God is too partial to them.

It doesn’t matter if you are good-looking, good at making money, or capable.

Now, you can even play better than them?

How are those who have not yet taken over the family business and are just relaxing and having fun supposed to survive?

People like this are simply born to provoke others.

Such excellence is so great that one cannot even be jealous. One can only feel a sense of powerless despair in envy and admiration.