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

It's just that you need to pay a price to understand everything in this world.

When Huo Yan understands, maybe he will suffer a lot because of it.

Yi Zhi seemed to have seen the situation of Huo Yan at that time, he patted Huo Yan's shoulder sympathetically, "Many relationships start from guilt, brother Yan, as a brother, I can only say, good luck to you .”

Huo Yan frowned.

Before he could say anything, Yi Zhi stood up and said to his friend who was howling with the microphone, "Come on, Zhiyang, order "If This Isn't Love" for me."

"okay."

The song was cut, and the prelude to "If This Isn't Love" came to mind, and Yi Shang went to pick up the microphone.

"...

If this is not love,
what's wrong with me
......"

If this is not considered love, Brother Yan will probably... be very sad in the future.

Huo Yan was watching the bustle of these people from the corner. When a group of people were having a carnival, sitting in the corner alone would make him feel extraordinarily lonely.

Ice cubes were thrown into the wine glass, and there was a crisp sound, the Adam's apple rolled slightly, and the cold liquid slipped down into the throat, and went all the way to the heart.

Lu Qiao hadn't heard from her for a whole month.

One night later, the Lu Group devoted itself to public welfare activities, and the news that the president of the Lu Group personally went to the mountainous area to support education was reported by the news.

Huo Yan has been paying attention to the news about Lu Qiao, so he discovered the news immediately.

No wonder the people he sent couldn't find Lu Qiao. He went deep into the mountains and the traffic was blocked. Of course he couldn't find her.

In the photo posted on the news, Lu Qiao was teaching children to write, holding a child's hand, writing the word "benevolence" squarely, with his head slightly lowered, with a gentle expression on his face.

Probably out of the protection of the child's privacy, there is no small figure in all the photos.

Huo Yan found all of Lu Qiao's photos, and by the time he realized it, those photos had already been stored in his mobile phone.

What is displayed on the screen is a frontal photo of Lu Qiao. She is looking at the camera with her eyes bent and smiling. In her eyes are bright stars that he hasn't seen for a long time.

When she was filming, she was looking at the camera, and now she is looking at him.

As if his heart had been scalded by something suddenly, Huo Yan stretched out his hand and stuck it to the corner of Lu Qiao's eye.

Lu Qiao's eyes are really the most beautiful pair of eyes he has ever seen.

It happened to be his favorite look. When he was not smiling, the end of his eyes were naturally raised, making him appear arrogant and glamorous, unattainable.

But when she smiled, all the frost melted away, she looked clean and pure, with starlight in her eyes, very beautiful.

Some cold and hard screens are not as warm and soft as her skin, and a little coldness from the fingertips flows along the blood to the bottom of her heart.

Her mental state looks much better than when she was in Jincheng.

When facing the camera, he was a little softer than when he was facing him, even because of the children around him, he seemed a little more gentle.

I also gained a little flesh, and I am no longer so thin that people feel distressed, and I look even better.

Pure beauty is like the first dew on a rose in the morning.

Clean without any stains.

Huo Yan lowered his eyes, silently took out a cigarette from the cigarette case and lit it.

The slowly rising smoke blurred his brows and eyes, making his expression even more obscure.