After marrying a wealthy vegetative person Chongxi[Transmigration Book]

"What are you worried about?"

The storm that would engulf him in his imagination did not come, Jin Miao was soft in Huo Xinhong's arms, his rosy lips were slightly opened, his eyes were closed tightly, and his hands helplessly hooked the person behind him around his arms, so as not to stand still. unstable.

Hearing Huo Xinhong's magnetic voice, Jin Miao opened his eyes a little, and there was a lot of traffic outside the window.

The sound insulation effect of the glass is very good. The noise outside and the room where only the sound of each other's breathing can be heard seem to be two worlds, but Jin Miao still has a sense of shame for doing something in public.

"I don't want to be here."

However, he does not want to admit that when the warm skin is attached to the cool glass, the strange touch will bring some indescribable feeling, which makes him "look up".

"You're lying, I don't like it."

The hand that restrained Jin Miao was released, Huo Xinhong stared deeply at his side face, and asked in a low voice:

"Is there anything else that bothers you?"

Jin Miao lowered her eyes, pressed her forehead against the glass window, pursed her mouth and did not speak.

The two were silent for a while, Huo Xinhong sighed in his heart, kissed him lightly, and coaxed him to the sofa.

"Would it be better here?"

However, Jin Miao couldn't answer at this moment, he sank into the soft and delicate leather sofa, his eyes were foggy, and the fire that he had just endured just now was stirred up by Huo Xinhong's movements, and burned even more intensely.

Miao Jin watched helplessly as Huo Xinhong lowered his head, rising and falling violently with his breathing, so...

"Is it too fast?"

Not knowing whether to laugh or cry, Huo Xinhong straightened up, took out a few tissues, first wiped the corners of his mouth, and then carefully cleaned it up for him:

"I haven't warmed up yet, why don't I take a cold shower?"

Jin Miao covered her face with her hands: "Well."

"Now, tell me, what are you worried about?"

Lying on the sofa, Huo Xinhong took out a coral fleece blanket to cover the two of them, and wrapped Jin Miao into his arms; his slender five fingers followed his short jet-black hair, like soothing a restless cat, and asked patiently:

"You know I won't force you."

"too fast."

From Huo Xinhong's waking up to the present moment, Jin Miao seems to have had a long dream, as unreal as his feet stepping on cotton:

"It seems that yesterday you were the general manager who was frighteningly cold, and suddenly said such and such things to me in the blink of an eye, just now..."

Through the thin shirt, Huo Xinhong could feel how hot Jin Miao's face was pressing against his chest, so close to his heart.

"I scared you?"

With the back of his hand resting on his forehead, the corners of Huo Xinhong's mouth couldn't stop rising: That's it.

Quickly recalling his actions during the past period, after some "self-reflection" without regret, he came to the conclusion:

He was too impatient. In Jinmiao’s initial impression, he was an ice sculpture; suddenly one day, this iceberg not only melted, but also turned into a menacing ocean that wanted to “eat people.” It’s normal for Jinmiao to feel at a loss. of.

But then again, isn't Jinmiao himself the one who melted him, so he doesn't take the blame for it.

"I shouldn't be in a hurry. I promise you that unless you allow me, I won't do anything wrong with you."

Mr. Huo, who has experienced many battles in the mall, quickly adjusted his "strategy", reluctantly let go of Jinmiao's hand, and sat up from the sofa:

"Not only that, until you get used to it, I won't say things that make you blush, I promise."

"Really?"

He changed so quickly, Jin Miao straightened up in half-belief, and asked tentatively:

"What if I have to adapt for a long time?"

Frankly speaking, Jin Miao doesn't hate Huo Xinhong's teasing with him, it's better to say that he is very useful most of the time, it would be best if he can be restrained, it would be overkill to say nothing at all.

"It's okay, I've always been patient."

On the other hand, "patience" is also the same. Huo Xinhong naturally held back this sentence perfectly, got up and walked to the desk to take out the hidden clothes:

"Come on, change your clothes, and go home for dinner when there is no traffic jam."

"When was this delivered?"

Grasping the blanket covering her body tightly, the alarm bell rang in Jin Miao's head, and her face sank:

"Have you been there so early in the morning?"

Okay, the dignified general manager abducted the boy, he is very vindictive!

"It should have been put in when we took a shower just now."

Feeling guilty and wanting to deal with it, Huo Xinhong met Shang Jinmiao's murderous eyes, and retorted whimsically:

"Do you think this is a bit like the story of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl? It's the one who hides clothes..."

Angrily grabbing the clothes in his hand, Jin Miao glared at him: "Cowboy Fangxian is a legal coffee!"

Huo Xinhong: ... I know I was wrong, I will dare X3 next time

That night, probably because he knew he was wrong, Huo Xinhong was very well behaved, even before going to sleep, he just held Jin Miao's hand calmly and said good night softly.

So after turning off the lights, Jin Miao lay beside him, and his troubles quickly became:

"He said he wanted my permission, how did he want to allow it?"

for example:

"You can kiss me, but don't kiss me so long that your whole body becomes limp?"

"I don't think it's okay to kiss at night?"

No!

The more I think about it, the more sleepy I get, but Jin Miao always feels unaccustomed to it. For the past few days, Huo Xinhong has hugged him to sleep, but tonight he only holds hands...

Taking a guilty look at the people around her, Jin Miao held her breath, gently raised her hand and shook it in front of Huo Xinhong's eyes—no response.

Probably fell asleep, Jin Miao let go of her heart, pursed her lips, turned over, and carefully slipped into the man's arms.

Well, it's still so comfortable.

Rubbing Huo Xinhong's thick chest muscles like a kitten, Jin Miao gradually couldn't open his eyelids when he heard the man's steady heartbeat.

So he didn't see that the corners of the "sleeping" Huo Xinhong's lips curled up: I'm a professional at pretending to be in a vegetative state.

The next day, Huo Xinhong asked for leave, fulfilled his promise, and went to the equestrian club in the villa area with Jin Miao.

"How about it?"

In front of the two of them was a large expanse of green grass, and birds flew by in the cloudless sky from time to time. Huo Xinhong looked at Jin Miao beside him, and asked with a smile:

"We will go to the real grassland when we are free."

Located in the suburbs, backed by rolling mountains, the racecourse covers an area of ​​more than 100 mu and is only open to villa residents.

There are privately bred horses and thoroughbred horses for competitions, as well as professional coaches.

"It's fine here."

Knowing that he is busy with work, Jin Miao nodded sensibly, unable to suppress her excitement:

"I want to pick the horses myself."

"of course can."

Surprise flashed by, and Huo Xinhong followed his wishes, and the two came to the stable:

"If I had known you were so interested, I should have asked someone to buy two horses for preparation."

"I like to pick my own."

Stretching out his hand to touch the mane of a white horse, Jin Miao's dark and clear pupils shone brightly when he looked at these beautiful creatures, as if he had returned to his unrestrained childhood:

"Horses are spiritual creatures. Choosing a suitable mount is like meeting a friend who has a good heart."

Standing still in front of a brown horse, Jin Miao first tried to feed it some grass, then patted its body, and said firmly:

"that's it."

This is a purebred stallion with eyes half the size of a fist, smooth body lines, strong muscles, smooth and shiny fur, and strong four hooves.

"Good eyesight."

Having received equestrian training since childhood, Huo Xinhong nodded slightly, and walked to a black and red horse:

"What do you think of my choice?"

Jin Miao's eyes brightened: "Very suitable."

The horse he chose was tall and handsome, with thin eyelids and flawless.

"Then, let's go change."

Holding Huo Xinhong's extended hand, Jin Miao subconsciously thought that he would do some "warm-up program" when changing clothes, but unexpectedly this person would not squint the whole time, concentrating on tinkering with his riding outfit.

If Jin Miao hadn't seen him a few days ago, he might have thought he was a real gentleman.

Turning a blind eye to the peeping eyes cast from behind him from time to time, Huo Xinhong turned around and was stunned:

"good."

The two wore the same set of orthodox knight attire, black helmet, light-colored high-collared shirt, black hunting jacket and white breeches, paired with pure black high-cut low-heeled riding boots, showing a heroic and handsome man spirit.

The horses were already saddled. Jin Miao led the selected brown horse and ran along the grass for two laps. Then he put his hands on the saddle and pushed his feet at the same time to get on the horse vigorously.

The coach on the side blurted out: "Beautiful!"

At first, the horse raised its front hooves and neighed twice uneasily. Jin Miao held the reins firmly with both hands, sat on the horse's back with a tall and straight posture, and immediately controlled the brown horse to trot calmly.

Huo Xinhong raised his hand to Jin Miao, who was waving his horsewhip triumphantly at him, and said "Be careful" with his mouth, and a pair of blue eyes could not help showing a bit of pride:

His little sun is very strong.

"Sir, do you want to test ride too?"

Hearing what the coach said, Huo Xinhong nodded: "Yes."

Before coming here, Dr. Shen told him carefully that although the fracture and other injuries have recovered, strenuous exercise is still not recommended at present, and he can only jog after getting on the horse.

Also led the horse around twice first, Huo Xinhong got on the horse, walked along the fence in a leisurely manner, and looked at Jin Miao in the distance from time to time:

Although I haven't really been able to ride horses with him, it's worth seeing him so unrestrained.

"Wow~!"

No one saw clearly what happened, but Huo Xinhong's horse neighed suddenly, its front hooves kicked up high, and it broke free from the coach's leash in one fell swoop, and galloped straight ahead!

"Xinhong!"

When he turned his head, what Jin Miao saw was this thrilling scene. Without even thinking about it, he was about to charge forward with a whip, but was stopped by the coach who followed him:

"Sir, please don't be impulsive, you used to be restless..."

The last word was swallowed in the eyes full of killing intent towards Shang Jinmiao, the coach felt a chill behind his back for no reason, and a sentence popped up in his mind:

"When you meet a god and kill a god, you meet a Buddha and kill a Buddha."

The eyes of the seemingly gentle young man in front of him were as sharp as a sword, as if anyone who stood in his way would end badly.

"give me."

Pulling the rope from the coach's hand, Jin Miao kicked hard, and the horse suffered from pain, and it spread its hooves and galloped in the direction of Huo Xinhong.

The horse was obviously frightened. Huo Xinhong was lying on the horse's back, holding on to the reins tightly. The bumps became more and more severe. He could only clamp the horse's back tightly to avoid being thrown off the horse.

A light and shadow suddenly flashed in front of his eyes, and the lasso thrown from behind wrapped around the horse's head impartially, slightly slowing down the running speed.

"Xinhong!"

A familiar voice came from his ear, and Huo Xinhong turned his head in disbelief, only to see the other end of the noose tightly held in Jin Miao's hand:

"Don't be afraid, come to me!"

Sweat poured down his forehead, and Jin Miao was out of breath while controlling the horse below him while pulling on the noose:

"Wait, I'll ride as close as possible and pull you over."

"Too dangerous."

It was as if a big hole had been poked in his lungs. Huo Xinhong had difficulty speaking, his eyes felt dizzy, and his face was pale:

"That way you'll be thrown down too."

"No, you trust me."

His hands were numb from the quilt, Jin Miao gritted his teeth, but his eyes were extremely firm:

"It's now."

The distance between the two galloping horses was less than half an arm's width away. Jin Miao struggled to free one hand, and stretched out tremblingly towards Huo Xinhong amidst the violent bumps.

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1. Huo Xinhong: Oh, man, you will regret it.

Jin Miao: ╭(╯^╰)╮

2. Jin Miao: I am a mighty and majestic man with a horse!

Huo Xinhong: =mouth=

(I'm a little tired today, I'll add an update before noon tomorrow _(:з」∠)_)