Bring your bestie to play melon in the domineering love story

This made her even more certain that Jiang Ruoli was taking advantage of Huo Xingzhou's favoritism and looked down on everyone.

Bai Jing is so pitiful.

She had to help her.

Who knows, I might even be able to reap the benefits!

......

Dinner was great.

Jiang Ruoli ate a lot at noon and slept for the whole afternoon, so she was not very hungry at the moment.

Seeing that she was not in the mood, Huo Xingzhou thought that she was upset because of what happened just now, so he used the power of his palm to bring her to his side.

"Ah~"

Jiang Ruoli screamed, almost causing Tang Jiujiu on the other side to lose her chopsticks.

She looked at the two people cuddling together opposite her, her eyes full of excitement, like an excited tabby cat in the dark night.

Seeing this, Fang Hao curled his lips, grabbed her arm and lifted her up.

"You...what are you doing?"

"After eating, come with me for a walk."

"Take a walk? I haven't eaten yet..."

Before she could even utter the word "full", Fang Hao had already dragged her out of the east room, leaving Jiang Ruoli with a speechless expression.

Huo Xingzhou's voice slowly rang out, "Not used to it?"

"No." Jiang Ruoli raised her eyes and smiled gently, "I'm not a delicate woman who can't stand any hardship."

"Oh?"

Huo Xingzhou tightened his grip around her waist, his eyes fixed on the snow-white area at her neckline, his Adam's apple rolling slightly.

Jiang Ruoli understood.

Maybe others don't know, but she knows very well that Huo Xingzhou, who used to be vigorous and decisive, is actually a man with a lot of evil tastes.

She had just changed into a floral dress and was now sitting in her seat with the hem of her skirt hanging down. She turned around and with a "swish" sound, the hem of her skirt, which was stepped on by the man, was pulled down.

Jiang Ruoli panicked and quickly covered her thighs with her hands. She looked at the other person with a look of surprise and disbelief, "Huo Xingzhou!"

Now, even Mr. Huo is not called.

It is early spring now. The sun is warm during the day, but the temperature is not high at night. The cool breeze blows into her skirt, making her feel cold.

"You deliberately?"

Huo Xingzhou looked at her quietly with a cold gaze. He placed one hand on the wooden table and tapped with his fingers. "No."

"You were in such a hurry to hide that you didn't notice your skirt got caught." He unbuttoned his shirt and leaned slightly closer to her.

Because they were so close, Jiang Ruoli could even see the direction of each of his eyelashes.

It must be said that this man is simply God's most perfect work of art.

Her facial features were delicate and smooth, and her pupils were dark. When he stared at her closely, it was like being seduced by an evil god, and it was impossible to look away.

I finally understand that sentence.

The hero is saddened by the beauty.

Similarly, beautiful women cannot pass the test of handsome men.

Jiang Ruoli was bewitched for half a second, her cheeks slightly red. Her gaze met his half-smile, and she slowly recovered. She gritted her teeth and said, "Mr. Huo, this is a recording of a program. I don't want to be number one on tomorrow's hot list."

"Are you angry?" Huo Xingzhou raised his lips slightly and took off his coat to cover her legs. "The director team is busy recording over there, and Fang Hao turned off the only camera here, so?"

Jiang Ruoli paused.

No wonder he is so bold.

"just in case..."

"Nothing will happen." Huo Xingzhou leaned close to her, his warm breath spraying on her ear, "Unless someone doesn't want to stay in the capital anymore."

This is true.

Jiang Ruoli recalled a time when an underwear advertiser wanted her to shoot a set of flat photos. She refused, but the advertiser kept pestering her and harassed her at every turn. Even after Huo Xingzhou's warning, she still did as she pleased. Of course, the final outcome was... the company went bankrupt and she left the capital in disgrace.

In the capital, he could provoke anyone except Huo Xingzhou.

She turned her head to look at him. The man's face was against the light, cold and sacred.

Jiang Ruoli smiled with her eyes curved, "I didn't know Mr. Huo was still interested in this."

Huo Xingzhou smiled, his eyes swept across the west room door, and finally landed on her, "Hold tight."

"Hold tight to what..."

Before Jiang Ruoli could finish her words, she felt her body suddenly lighten. Her first reaction was to hug Huo Xingzhou's neck tightly, and then, with his triumphant smile, she was placed on his lap.

Sit sideways.

His toes couldn't reach the ground, and his insecure posture made him subconsciously push him, but he was held down by him.

"Don't move."

Jiang Ruoli paused for a moment, feeling the warm breath spraying on the back of her neck. She felt a tingling sensation and tilted her head to avoid it. "Someone will come."

With so many staff members coming in and out, it was inevitable that they would be seen.

"You weren't so timid when you were seducing me." Huo Xingzhou lifted her chin, his tone bewitching, "You always want to run away after taking advantage of me. Do you still want to be like before, huh?"

"When did I... well..."

As soon as she finished speaking, her lips were kissed. Huo Xingzhou's fingers, which were pressing on her chin, brushed past her ears and tangled into her soft black hair.

Without further ado, he deepened the kiss.

It was as if something exploded in my mind.

Jiang Ruoli suddenly felt depressed.

before?

Have they ever had a past?

What exactly does Huo Xingzhou mean by this sentence?

In the end, all these strange thoughts were suppressed.

All rationality seems to be shattered, leaving only desire to make people float up and down unconsciously.

Finally, Jiang Ruoli took a breath and patted him, "Mr. Huo!"

"Shh~"

"Obey~"

"Let me hold you for a while~"

......

When Fang Hao brought Tang Jiujiu back to the Shiguang Courtyard, Jiang Ruoli was wearing Huo Xingzhou's coat and chatting with him.

And in the west room.

The four of them sat at the square table, looking at the identical dinner in front of them.

The eggs are pitifully small.

The cabbage has no oil or water.

In the old large bowl with white background and blue patterns, the rice was half-cooked and raw, making it difficult to swallow.

Han Fei held the bowl with a solemn expression, eating with great difficulty.

[Wow, I feel so bad for Brother Xingyu. It's fine if he eats a fat-reducing meal normally, but why does he have to eat this kind of food when he's on the show? The most important thing is that he can't even feel full. This is killing him!]

Poor Jingbao, why can't you give her some food?

[I hate Jiang Ruoli, it's all that bitch's fault.]

If this happens again tomorrow, I'll complain to the production team. What's this about remembering the bitter past and thinking of the sweet future? This is blatant abuse. Why should Jiang Ruoli and the others eat so well while we have to starve?

[Yes, let's make this a big deal and get the show pulled.]

[@Upstairs, you're a pretty good cook, aren't you? I think you're quite good at adding spice and flavor.]

[What do you mean? Why are you being so sarcastic?]

[I never speak with thorns. If I hurt you, I did it on purpose.]

[Okay, okay, I understand how you feel, but please stop arguing in the comments, okay? We still have to watch the show.]

At this moment, there was a sudden noise outside the house.