The only favorite at the tip of my heart: Mr. Huo, don't make trouble

When she arrived at the movie theater, she was still asleep.

It's rare for her to have a good dream, so don't disturb her.

After getting out of the car, he went around to the other side and unbuckled her seat belt with his hands, very lightly, for fear of waking her up accidentally.

However, despite this, her brows were still wrinkled, and with her slight movement, his hand that was still on the seat belt also stopped.

He just looked at her quietly like this. He has been with her for so long. From the first time he saw her, she stubbornly wanted to make a deal with him. Later, she looked at his injury nervously. Willing to accept his favor, even though he gave her a stable place to live, she still tried her best to move out.

Even if he used her love for Mo Yixuan to make her his wife in the end, he had never looked at her so quietly before.

Thinking of this, Huo Beixiao suddenly smiled wryly. After all, he forced her to marry him.

Of course, the people in the seat would not know that Huo Beixiao, who was watching her sleeping soundly, was having complicated thoughts in his heart, and the sound of breathing hit Huo Beixiao's face evenly.

He bent down and was more cautious this time, not even daring to take a breath.

He put one hand gently on her waist, and fixed the other hand on her back. With a horizontal hug, he pulled her into his arms.

The moment he picked her up, he frowned. How could the girl in his arms be so light?
Suddenly thinking that she hadn't eaten much recently, he felt an inexplicable fire in his heart.

Women, it's more comfortable to hold a little fatter.

Of course, the more important thing is that he feels sorry for his little guy who is so thin.

Seeing him come back, Mrs. Lin, who was busy serving food, quickly put down the plate still in her hand.

Aunt Lin, who was about to greet him just now, was suddenly cast a cold look by him.After seeing Xia Nuanxin in his arms clearly, Aunt Lin nodded knowingly.

What fourth master meant was, don't disturb her to sleep.

He went straight up to the upstairs, and looked at the little guy in his arms, who was still sleeping soundly. He suddenly felt that his heart was about to melt.

The soft big bed is all in pink style, the decoration design is simple but playful, and the floor-to-ceiling windows just allow you to overlook the night view of the entire Ruan City.

All of this was specially designed by him for her.

When Huo Beixiao was in university, he didn't focus on finance, but was a top student in the Department of Architecture.His life has always been full of legends. He studied architecture for his undergraduate degree, chemical engineering for his master's degree, and design for his Ph.D.

However, at this moment, his identity is the president of the Huo Group, who is mainly engaged in real estate.

He wants to give her a fairy tale world and let her be the princess in his life.

He put her gently on the bed, with her sleeping face, on the soft big bed, she was like his sleeping beauty, waiting for him to kiss her awake.

He walked very carefully, turning his head to look at her from time to time, but it took him a long time to get a quilt from the cabinet. Of course, every step contained his love for her.

"Go to sleep."

He gently covered her with the quilt, no longer disturbing his little princess's sweet dreams.

After he went downstairs, Mrs. Lin was still busy making dinner.Extremely luxurious chandeliers, dim lighting seems to be easier to create a warm atmosphere.

Seeing that Huo Beixiao came down alone, Aunt Lin was a little puzzled, "Fourth Master, Miss Xia..."

"Let her sleep for a while." Then, he pulled out a chair, which was carved from high-quality mahogany wood, and the patterns on it were lifelike, giving it a touch of finishing touch.

Huo Beixiao is not the kind of person who cares about enjoying life, but his life is indescribably elegant.

Lighting, wine, food, it seems that there is still a lack of a beautiful woman to enjoy dinner with him.

He took off his coat, and casually threw it on the sofa beside him, with indescribable rebellion and elegance.

Seeing this, the servant on the side tidied up the clothes on the sofa where he had just lost his clothes, and hung them on the hanger at the door.

The even and well-proportioned potato shreds are fried golden. In the fried fungus, the green pepper shreds will turn green after the fire, and the fungus stands on the plate with a small head and is crystal clear.In addition, there are several extremely high-end dishes such as snow jade yam, potato and coriander rolls, spring cakes with salty sauce, stir-fried chayote, stuffed multi-treasure, and Caotang Basu.

Mrs. Lin also stewed the soup carefully, which is fragrant but not greasy, suitable for digestion after meals.

He swept all the dishes on the table, and put down the chopsticks he had picked up.

He asked, "Why are there only vegetarian dishes?"

Today, he knew how thin she was, and it made him feel distressed, and her waist was too tight to hold.

Hearing what he said, Aunt Lin was a little embarrassed. She looked at the carefully prepared dishes on the table and said after a pause, "If the husband doesn't like it, then I'll make it again."

The moment he just entered the door, Mrs. Lin felt his displeasure.

"Need not."

He waved his hand, and then picked up a piece of yam, which was not processed in any way, but just stir-fried. You can feel the exquisite craftsmanship of Mrs. Lin just by the taste.

It's just that the taste is there, but the taste is a little less.A little lighter.

He frowned, but he still swallowed the yam in his mouth. In the past, he never paid much attention to the balanced combination of these nutrients. After all, Mrs. Lin is an old man, and she must be better than him in doing these tasks.

Just, today...

"Why so bland."

I don't know if he is talking to himself or asking Mrs. Lin.Mrs. Lin looked at his profile, and finally said, "These are what my wife ordered."

He said that if she wants to eat something, she can just tell Mrs. Lin directly, but, why did she replace all the dishes with such vegetarian ones?
He took a few mouthfuls, "In the future, we still need to mix meat and vegetables, and pay more attention to nourishing my wife's body."

After he finished his dinner, his little guy was still asleep, and he was smiling, and he loved to laugh, and he loved to laugh at everybody, a wild laugh, a wild laugh, a warm laugh, a creepy laugh, but , only to her, is the sincere, heartfelt, bright smile.

A few strands of hair fell out, and he gently helped her tie them behind her ears, and she moved a little uncomfortable.

Have a nightmare?
There were thin beads of sweat on her forehead. Although her eyes were pressed tightly, she was naturally not as peaceful as before.

Her fingers were tightly clasped in the palm of her hand, leaving five clear finger prints on her white skin, and the quilt was tightly clutched by her hands, sweat had already wet the hair on her temples.

"Don't don't..."

She was whispering softly.

Don't what?
He was a little nervous, and shook her arm lightly, "Don't be afraid, I'm..."

Her expression was a little painful, and she frowned tightly, as if she was about to forget something.

Seeing that she couldn't wake up after being shaken several times, he couldn't bear it any longer, and shouted out the door, "Sister Lin? Sister Lin?"

His voice was a little hasty, but she was startled by his hasty voice, she opened her eyes suddenly, but there was still panic and horror in her eyes, as if the fear and panic in the dream just now hadn't disappeared.

"Did you just have a nightmare?"

Huo Beixiao stroked her hair and patted her on the back lightly, trying to help her relieve her nervousness just now.

"Well," she nodded, but her face turned pale. This was one of the few nightmares she had after coming to the film park. "I dreamed about my father."

When her father jumped off the building, she was not by her side. Although she didn't see how horrible the scene was, the words her father said before he left have always been her nightmare, and her father wants her to live well.

Her pajamas were already soaked in sweat. He saw it and felt pain in his heart. Seeing that her mood seemed to ease, he poured a glass of water for her and handed it to her, "Here."

Her lips were indeed a little pale, I don't know if it was because of dehydration.

"Cough cough..."

Just after taking a sip of water, she was choked and coughed vigorously, her smiling face turned red.

He took the water glass in her hand, patted her on the back, "Drink slowly."

Wait, he seems to have thought of a good way.

He picked up the glass of water she drank from, his fingers were like onion roots, presumably, hands like this have never known what labor is.He outlined his lips, without any hesitation, he sent the water in the cup to his mouth.

He drank her water?

She was slightly taken aback, did he really not dislike her so much?

Before she could come to her senses, he brought his lips closer together. With the strong mint scent, his breath hit her face warmly and softly, and his heartbeat seemed to speed up, thumping, like a bag in his arms. A small deer is bumping around.

His face is getting closer and closer, 10 cm, 8 cm, 5 cm...

Every time he moved closer, her heart beat faster.

It seemed that every time he kissed her, she was in the same mood.

A little closer, she simply closed her eyes.

Seeing her so cute, he couldn't help laughing, "Bang Dang" because of this smile, the water in his mouth just now was swallowed like this.

Hearing this movement in front of her, she opened her eyes curiously, and the first thing that caught her eyes was his eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

She raised her hand and touched her face, which was already at an unknown degree, thinking about how shy she was just now, it was so embarrassing.

He just stared at her like this, and picked up her cup again. When he was about to do the same, she sent a group of people first, and snatched the cup from his hand from his side, "I will do it myself."

She shouldn't be molested by him anymore, it's just embarrassing.

She is like a little cherry, fresh and tender, full of temptation everywhere, every time he can't help but want to taste it, but it's a pity that his little guy is always so uncooperative, dodging left and right.

This time, it was undoubtedly not a good opportunity, how could he miss it?
In this case, let him eat it again.

He hooked the corners of his mouth, and without any advance or preparation, he pulled her into his arms and pressed his lips onto her.