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

"Wanzhou, you are not ugly."

Zhong Zeshan finally stepped forward and grabbed her hand.

His eyes fell on her face, full of heartache and guilt, hot tears rolled down his face, and he whispered, "You are beautiful, you have always been so beautiful."

"You're trying to coax me again."

Zheng Wanzhou gently curled the corners of his lips, revealing a very faint smile.

After a moment, Fu Yousheng reached out and whispered, "I hope you can seriously consider it. It's been more than ten years, and we are no longer the same as we used to be. Don't let your emotions get the better of you..."

"Are you going to send me hyacinths again?"

Her lifeless eyes stared at him silently.

Over the past decade or so, she had guessed about it and had also vaguely sensed it.

But since he refused to tell her, she refused to ask.

How could she not have any doubts about two people who had once truly loved each other and were so familiar with each other?

Zhong Zeshan didn't expect the situation to be like this.

She did not resent him, nor did she blame him, nor did she lose her temper with him.

Instead, she asked him if he still wanted it and gave the hyacinth to her.

"Yes, of course I want it!"

Zhong Zeshan suppressed the ecstasy in his heart and tremblingly placed the hyacinth in his hand on hers.

Carefully introduce: "Hyacinth is water-colored, and I always hope that you can be happy."

Even if this happiness was not given by him.

Zheng Wanzhou put his hat back on, held the bunch of hyacinths, lowered his head and took a light sniff.

At this moment, it seems as if time has gone back.

She is still that beautiful and light girl, full of innocence and carefree.

Ruan Xingchen and Huo Yan didn't continue watching. They went out again, got in the car, and returned to the Huo family.

When they got home, it was night. Huo Qianqian was playing with Huo Chenglin, and Huo Xiaoning was leaning obediently against her grandmother, saying something affectionately.

The once cold house was filled with the warmth of life and became a place that can truly be called "home".

Seeing them come back, the little ones showed joy on their faces and called out to them happily.

Grandma also kept asking, "Why did you come back at this time? Have you eaten? Are you hungry?"

"I ate, but I wasn't full."

Ruan Xingchen touched her belly and said to her grandmother with a smile, "Homemade food is still the best. I want to eat the wontons made by grandma."

"I want to eat, too!"

Huo Qianqian showed a greedy expression, and then acted pitifully and coquettishly: "Grandma, let me have a bowl too!"

Grandma smiled from ear to ear and patted her shoulder: "Eat, eat it all! After you finish eating, just take a walk. Grandma will make it for you!"

So Huo Qianqian and the others cheered and surrounded their grandmother into the kitchen.

"What is Mr. Huo thinking about?"

Ruan Xingchen tilted her head to look over, noticing the man beside her was distracted. She waved her hand in front of him with a hint of amusement, "What's going on? Are you so engrossed in it?"

The black eyes fell on her face, and Huo Yan's eyes dimmed slightly.

Compared with his previous life, it seemed that only after her arrival did he have a real sense of being alive.

He would never allow his current peaceful life to be disrupted by anyone.

Not even he himself could do it.

"nothing."

Lowering his eyes, his big palm fell on her head and rubbed it twice: "I was just thinking, meeting my wife is a great honor."

"It is also my luck to meet Mr. Huo."

Ruan Xingchen subconsciously raised her head and gave him a sweet smile with curved eyebrows.

Wasn't he her salvation?

Their eyes met, tender warmth flowed between their gazes, and the atmosphere was quiet and beautiful.

Just then, grandma, who went to the kitchen to prepare red oil dumplings, suddenly came out again.

"Heavy."

She waved at Huo Yan with a smile and said, "Look at my memory. I'm old and my brain isn't very sharp anymore. I almost forgot. Here, this is a gift from grandma."

Huo Yan glanced down.

On the palm of my grandmother's hand, which is full of traces of time, there is an exquisite bracelet with auspicious cloud patterns made of red rope.

Decorated with a small piece of golden Ruyi.

Huo Yan's throat moved, and his eyes, which had been clear and a bit cold, softened. He raised his hand to take the bracelet and said softly, "Thank you, grandma."

This is a very novel experience.

This bracelet may not be valuable, but compared with the various luxury accessories he is used to, the value is like heaven and earth.

But above it is the heavy thoughts of the elders and the love of an old man.

Realizing this, Huo Yan felt that the light bracelet seemed a little heavy, heavier than a thousand pounds.

"Silly child, what is there to thank for? You are being so distant with grandma."

Grandma smiled, patted the back of his hand, and turned back to the kitchen to continue her work.

Huo Yan held the bracelet and stood there, looking a little bewildered.

The man who always seemed to be confident of victory and omnipotent had a confused look on his face. He looked at the small bracelet and felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy for a moment.

Seeing this, Ruan Xingchen couldn't help but curl the corners of his lips in amusement and leaned over: "Let me help Mr. Huo put it on."

So Huo Yan hurriedly handed the bracelet to her hand, revealing a part of her wrist.

Ruan Xingchen's fingers are white, holding a red bracelet, revealing a breathtaking beauty.

As she lowered her head slightly, her seaweed-like black hair fell by her ears, and her thick, curled eyelashes fluttered gently like a butterfly about to fly.

Tenderness spread all over the ground.

Huo Yan's heart also softened unspeakably, and his black eyes seemed like an endless ocean, staring at her quietly.

"All right."

Ruan Xingchen helped him put it on neatly, stretched out her hand, put it side by side with his, and laughed: "Well, now it's a specially customized couple's pair."

Huo Yan lowered his eyes to look.

Her wrist was thin and white, and compared to his, it looked even more frail and lonely, as if it could be broken with the slightest force.

Now, on this jade-like white wrist, there is also a red bracelet, exactly the same as the one on his wrist.

Put together like this, it's like two people are tied together.

Such an imagination made Huo Yan couldn't help but curl up the corners of his lips. He wrapped his big hand around her palm and replied softly, "Yes, this is a couple's pair for me and my wife."

I don’t know if there really is a matchmaker in this world who helps people to find marriages, but he and she are already bound together by a red thread, and they are destined to be together for the rest of their lives.

The more he looked at her, the more he liked her. Huo Yan couldn't help but lift her hand and kissed the back of her hand devoutly.

very nice.

This bracelet is like a mark. Anyone who sees it will understand that she is his and he is hers.

The bankruptcy and liquidation of the Zhong family is no small matter.

Things seem calm on the surface these days, but things are actually very turbulent underneath.

Before Zhong Dingguo and Lin Rou were formally convicted, Ruan Xingchen received a call.

I don't know what was said on the other end of the phone, but the expression on her face grew colder by the second.