Marriage is long: Mr. Huo spoils his wife too much

"I've been in a coma for a few days. What about your injuries, are they all healed?"

Huo Yan looked up at her, "No."

The tailor-made suit was too close to his body, not at all loose, and the cloth rubbed against the wound through the gauze. Huo Yan frowned indistinctly, and changed to a more comfortable sitting position, "It's only been two days , The wound has not healed, it has been bandaged, and it cannot be seen through the clothes."

The left hand is resting on the back of the sofa, and the posture looks romantic and charming, but on the exposed wrist, there is a circle of gauze, which is where the hemp rope rubbed and broke the skin before. Against the backdrop of the black suit, the whiteness of the gauze is obvious.

Lu Qiao stared at the wrapped gauze, and was pricked twice in the heart by a small needle, and asked involuntarily, "Does it hurt?"

It was only when I made a sound that I realized that I had crossed the line. This question should not be asked.

Huo Yan was stunned for a moment, but he didn't find anything wrong with Lu Qiao's words, but was surprised that Lu Qiao, who had always been confrontational with him, didn't laugh at him at this time, but expressed concern for him.

I feel delicate in my heart.

After a moment of silence, he recalled the many stitches on his body, but said, "It doesn't hurt. After taking the medicine, it will be fine soon. Thank you for your concern."

Having slipped his words, Lu Qiao didn't dare to say anything more, for fear of revealing his secrets, so he had no choice but to reply dryly, "Oh."

A little indifferent, it suddenly seemed that what she said just now seemed like a casual question from her, but she didn't really care at all.

Huo Yan felt a little upset because Lu Qiao caused the misunderstanding of being self-indulgent, but looking at the gauze wrapped around her head, he swallowed his poisonous tongue, looked away, and stopped talking.

Two people, each with their own ghosts, one worked hard to hide the secret, fearing that he would reveal the secret, and the other kept in the dark, the misunderstanding was so deep that he didn't notice that something was wrong with the person next to him.

This kind of diametrically opposed thinking has pulled Zeng Jin's closest two people farther and farther away.

There is no longer the tacit understanding of talking about everything, even if they are still sitting face to face, they have nothing to say.

The atmosphere was so awkward that it almost froze.

"that……"

"you……"

After a moment of silence, the two spoke at the same time.

Eye contact, more embarrassment.

Huo Yan coughed and said, "What do you want to say, you can speak first."

Lu Qiao lowered her eyes and said, "It's nothing, I just want to ask, why are you here, where are my family members? You..."

She originally thought that Huo Yan was also seriously injured, and wanted to ask him why he didn't go to rest so late.

But the first part of the sentence made me feel a little uncomfortable, "Why are you here?" It sounded like Lu Qiao didn't welcome him very much.

Huo Yan's face suddenly turned cold, impatient to finish listening, and unable to suppress his temper, he interrupted her coldly and said, "What? Disappointed to see me?"

The body was very uncomfortable, Lu Qiao had no energy, and really didn't want to quarrel with him, she said slowly: "I'm just asking, you don't have to misinterpret my meaning like this."

Lu Qiao spoke weakly, reminding Huo Yan that she was seriously injured, and whether it was because of him, Huo Yan's tone softened a little, but still a little cold.

"Your mother went shopping for dinner and will be back in a while. Don't worry, I won't stay here any longer. I'll leave when she comes back. I won't stay for a moment, so as not to hinder Miss Lu's eyes."