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

She disappeared at the airport in country C, so she should go to country C to find her.

How did you find it here?
A forgotten island, deep in the sea, thousands of miles away from country C.

Lu Qiao couldn't figure out how the two places were not related at all. How did Huo Yan find this place?

Huo Yan looked at her with inexplicably deep eyes, "This island belongs to everyone."

Lu Qiao froze for a moment.

She hadn't thought of that.

This deserted island is so far away from the land, it is very remote, Qi Qing has nothing to do with buying such a deserted island.

Lu Qiao felt a little strange.

The burnt wood next to it suddenly broke, making a soft sound.

The sparks that popped up danced in front of his eyes, gradually blurring his vision.

Before Lu Qiao's eyes, there were more pictures that were not in memory.

She saw herself captured by Qi Qing's men and dragged to this deserted island...

She muttered to herself in a daze, "This place, I know what Qi Qing is used for, for practical..."

There was a sudden sharp pain in her head, and she clutched her head, howling in pain.

"what happened?"

Huo Yan reached out to touch her, but Lu Qiao suddenly reached out and knocked off his hand.

"Do not touch me!"

Lu Qiao's resistance to him was abnormal and too intense, and he saw deep fear and hatred in her eyes.

Huo Yan frowned: "Lu Qiao, what's wrong with you?"

"Go away, don't touch me!"

Lu Qiao pushed Huo Yan away forcefully, almost pushing him into the fire.

Sparks burst from the fire, scalding holes in expensive suits.

The suit was purely handmade, and she had only worn it once. After learning the news of her disappearance, she hurried over without having time to change it.

It is now completely scrapped.

Huo Yan didn't care much, his attention was focused on Lu Qiao.

Lu Qiao huddled in the corner, trembling non-stop.

Muttering something repeatedly in her mouth, like a vicious curse, but also like a helpless call for help, she looked at the blazing fire, as if she saw something particularly terrifying, her face was terribly ugly.

"Lu Qiao? Lu Qiao!"

Huo Yan felt something was wrong, reached out and held her wrist, "Wake up!"

Lu Qiao was stunned, struggling angrily, as if he had completely forgotten where he was, and almost threw himself into the fire several times.

Huo Yan was afraid that she would really hurt him, so he wrapped her arms as hard as iron, and tightly embedded her in his arms.

Lu Qiao couldn't help but leaned against his head, laughing and crying for a while.

Huo Yan hugged her motionless, silent like a wall that sheltered her from wind and rain, but never spoke.

In the wooden house, the fire was bright and warm, and the two hugged each other tightly, as if they were going to go to eternity...

After struggling for more than half an hour, Lu Qiao's mood slowly calmed down.

She looked at the sky with slack eyes, her voice was as light as a feather, and she called softly, "Huo Yan."

"I'm here."

With his back to him, no emotion can be seen.

"It's fine, you can let me go."

Huo Yan didn't speak, but when she struggled, Huo Yan let go of her hand.

The atmosphere in the wooden house was eerie and quiet.

After a long time, she said, "Huo Yan, don't be so nice to me, I don't need you to be so hypocritical."

Just hate each other, don't be nice to me, so that I won't feel any guilt when I strike.