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

I don't know how long she was hugged by him. He didn't let her go until her arms became numb and she moved uncomfortably.

She turned around and tiptoed to touch his face, "No matter what, I will always be by your side to accompany you, don't be too tired, otherwise, I will feel bad."

Such a domineering declaration came out of her mouth, which added a bit of sweetness. He smiled slightly, lowered his head, and lightly pecked her lips, "Since I married you as Mrs. Huo, I will marry you." I will definitely be responsible for you, my little brain, don't think about it all day long."

After speaking, he stretched out his palm and rubbed her black hair.

She stuck out her tongue in embarrassment, still looking like a child, "I know, Mr. Huo..."

She purposely procrastinated the word "Mr. Huo", and when he frowned and asked her, "What did you just say?", she ran away mischievously.

Seeing her mischievous appearance, he also smiled, maybe because he was too ambiguous just now, at this moment, he felt a little thirsty, picked up the water glass, and asked, "Miss Xia, would you like something to drink?" What about things?"

Regarding his hospitality, she was naturally not polite, "Have a cup of coffee, add sugar, thank you."

When he served it, she took it sweetly, watching her keep blowing on the mouth of the cup, he looked at it dotingly, "Be careful, it's hot."

She hummed lightly, and sipped into the cup. The first feeling was jerky, bitter...

"Ah..." After she swallowed, she covered her mouth, and he mistakenly put salt in for sugar.

Seeing her expression, he couldn't help frowning, "What's wrong?"

She smiled slightly, "It's okay, it's just burning."

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Originally, I thought that I would go to An An first, but I didn't expect that An An would contact her before she acted.

She clearly remembered that day, the end of the mobile phone number that An An called, it was precisely because of that string of numbers that she was worried for how many days.

When Huo Beixiao went out to discuss business, the same number called her desk again.

She was doing documents, and when she saw the phone number, she was shocked, but she didn't want to knock over the water glass beside her.

The thick tea water soaked the entire document, and the tea stains climbed wantonly on the paper, leaving behind hideous marks.

The file, I'm afraid it needs to be redone.

She couldn't help but smiled wryly, and then answered the phone call that took her a lot of courage.

She didn't speak, and neither did the other party. Only the breathing of the two people passed the phone to let each other know that someone was answering the other party.

She was the first to lose her temper. It wasn't that she was eager to defend her sovereignty, nor that she had the aura of being a shrew. It's just that she had to face these things sooner or later. The grievances between her and An An would have to be resolved sooner or later, right? what?
As in previous conversations with customers, her tone was neither domineering nor servile, it was just out of politeness, and her voice was pleasant, "Hello?"

"Who are you?" This is the voice from the other side of the phone again, with a questioning tone, not friendly.

"I..." As soon as the words came out, she was stunned again. She didn't know whether she should face the girl he used to be capable of, but now her identity was replaced by her, as Huo Beixiao's secretary or as Mrs. Huo.

Startled, she couldn't help but smile wryly, and then said, "I'm Mr. Huo's secretary."

Like Huo Beixiao, she was also out of guilt. Although Huo Beixiao was kind to her and had a great relationship with An An, Huo Beixiao fell in love with her and had nothing to do with An An, but she still didn't want to hurt her. To her, the little princess in Huo Beixiao's memory.

There was a contemptuous laugh on the other side of the phone. I don't know if it was out of ridicule. This laughter made Xia Nuanxin frowned.

"You are Xia Nuanxin." Obviously, Murong An knew her identity a long time ago, and asked her directly without any beating around the bush.

She smiled, for some reason, her heart was as calm as a lake without waves, "Yes."

"My name is Murong An." The other party's tone seemed to be a little bit more friendly, "I know, you are brother Xiao's wife." After speaking, Murong An actually laughed to himself.

Xia Nuanxin couldn't help but hesitate, brother Xiao?Do memories from more than ten years ago really evolve so fast?

Seeing that she was silent, Murong An's tone softened again, "May I see you?"

Murong An is completely in the state of the little sister next door, but she can't let go of the guard in her heart, but she still agrees, "Okay, tell me the time and place, and I will go there."

Seeing that she agreed, Murong An couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, "Now then, I'm already in the coffee shop downstairs of the Huo Group, with shawl hair and a white skirt."

This, obviously, has been prepared for a long time, but it is just waiting for her to agree.

"it is good."

She hung up the phone, looked down at herself, she was still wearing meticulous work clothes, do you want to change?

Afterwards, after thinking about it, I decided to give up and deal with this matter in a normal state, which seemed to be the best result.

Although it is working hours, Huo's Group's humanized management still allows employees to have half an hour to drink afternoon tea, for example, now.

When she pushed open the door of the coffee shop, not far away, an innocent girl was adding sugar to her coffee cup.

There seemed to be a faint smile on the corner of the mouth, and the fine hair fell on the cheeks, with an indescribable charm, not all over the country, but very attractive.

For a moment, she didn't know whether to walk over or not.

It seemed that she caught sight of her from the corner of the eye, Murong An raised his head, looked towards her, and at the same time showed a sweet smile, "You must be Sister Xin."

Her tone made Xia Nuanxin even start to wonder if the person who called her just now is the same person she met now.The Murong An on the phone was not like this. He was domineering, like a hedgehog full of thorns, but now, he was lovable, like a docile little white rabbit.

"You are..." Suddenly, she didn't know how to address her.

Seeing her hesitation, Murong An smiled, "Sister Xin just call me Murong An."

Although she couldn't tell from the tone of her voice, Murong An had already defended her rights inadvertently. An An was the exclusive name between her and Huo Beixiao.

"Murong...an," after uttering these words jerky, she narrowed her eyes, "You're looking for me, what's the matter?"

No, such a question made Murong An lower his head subconsciously, "Two days ago, An An was sick and had no one to rely on in Ruancheng, so she called Brother Xiao in desperation. Brother Xiao cared about me in every possible way. There must have been some misunderstanding with Sister Xin, so An An wanted to treat Sister Xin to a cup of coffee as an apology."

Sure enough, his absence at night had something to do with Murong An, it was nothing more than reason, it was only about love, she was a little jealous.

Taking a closer look at Murong An's words just now, it seems that they are not here to make amends, but to add to the embarrassment.

She smiled, and raised the watch on her wrist to look at the time, "Miss Murong, you are too polite, Bei Xiao should take care of you, there is no need to apologize to me, he has already explained to me, I came out It's almost time, you should drink slowly here, I still have work to do."

After she finished speaking, Murong An's expression couldn't help but change. After all, she was still too young. Compared with Mo Yixuan and Mo Ting, who acted in emotional dramas, they were nothing compared to Mo Yixuan and Mo Ting.

She smiled, turned around, took out her wallet, and paid the bill at the bar, "You have come all the way, why should I ask you to buy me again? My sister-in-law bought the coffee this time, by the way, here Orizaba is good, but slightly bitter, you can try it."

After finishing speaking, she stretched out a hand to signal Murong An, and then went up.

Today's meeting was not what she expected, but Murong An's words seemed to be full of thorns, which made her feel very uncomfortable.

At night, she still entered Huo Beixiao's bedroom.

He just took a shower, opened the bedroom door, and saw her at first glance.

She always gave him various surprises, and it seemed that she would never be able to figure out her thoughts.

In fact, she is very simple, just loves him, but has no sense of security.

He smiled and looked at her lying on the bed, "Are you going to sleep here tonight?"

She nodded without the slightest reason. In fact, she was not ready to dedicate herself at the age of 21, but her instinct told her that the man in front of her was worth relying on.

"Can you tell me the reason? Because of this, I was really caught off guard." He smiled helplessly, "If it's because of An'an, don't worry, the person in my heart has always been you, Don't give it to me in such a hurry, it won't be too late when you think it over, I'm willing to wait."

Maybe it was the recent events that made him really anxious. He wanted to be responsible for this relationship, and at the same time, he also wanted to be responsible for her.

Seeing her disappointed expression, he smiled, went to the bed and lowered his head to kiss her forehead, but he didn't want to, but it was her lips that he leaned over.

She stretched out her hand to hook his neck, and tried her best to catch up with him. She was about to cry about her kissing skills. She was really useless. After being kissed by him so many times, she still couldn't even kiss.

Her sudden initiative made him freeze in place, taking advantage of the moment she took a breath, "Girl, you are playing with fire."

If she moves around for a while, he can't guarantee that he still has enough perseverance to suppress the burning fire in his heart.

Fortunately, she just finished kissing and didn't do anything else.

He covered her with the quilt, "Save our best night for the day of our wedding."

These were the last words he said when he walked out the door.