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

Lu Qiao didn't want to be alone with Huo Yan, especially in the car. In such a cramped environment, even if the distance between the two of them was as far as possible, it would not exceed one meter.

It's too close, she doesn't like it.

Lu Qiao struggled desperately, "Huo Yan, let me go! I said I would go back by myself, are you deaf!"

The difference in strength between a weak girl who has no strength to restrain her and a man who exercises regularly, and may even have been tempered by bullets and bullets, is obvious at a glance.

Lu Qiao couldn't break free from Huo Yan's hand, and was forced to be dragged away by him.

Huo Yan opened the door with the car key, and a clean and shiny car lit up. Its price and noble appearance made it stand out from the crowd, and its aura was as domineering as its owner.

This is Huo Yan's new car, still a Rolls-Royce Phantom.

Not much different from the previous ones.

It can be seen that he loves this car very much and has never changed to another one.

If Lu Qiao thinks about it carefully, he may be able to recall that Huo Yan's first Rolls-Royce Phantom was chosen together when they were together.

It is impossible for a person to live in the past all the time, but there must be some special meaning for being nostalgic for the past to the present.

Because after a long time, everything will become a habit, and the habit will be integrated into the life, carved into the blood, more profound than anything else...

However, Lu Qiao no longer remembered, or rather, she didn't want to let herself remember.

Lu Qiao was unwilling to get in the car, so he intentionally scratched the car body with his nails.

As someone who loves cars like his life, seeing this scene, he would probably scold Lu Qiao for being violent.

But Huo Yan didn't even move his brows.

She got into the car and thoughtfully fastened her seat belt.

This meticulousness made Lu Qiao look at him coldly.

The scenery passing by outside the window is not the place to go to Lu Zhai. Lu Qiao glanced at Huo Yan through the rearview mirror inside the car, without even the slightest guilty conscience, and was terribly calm.

Lu Qiao's brows furrowed deeply, "Huo Yan, I want to go home, where do you want to take me now?"

Huo Yan said, "Go back to our home."

"I have no home with you."

Lu Qiao's eyes were cold, "Huo Yan, don't play dumb with me, either take me home or put me on the side of the road, or I'll just jump out of the car."

She put her hand on the car door, and she didn't look like she was joking with Huo Yan at all.

Huo Yan didn't speak, and there was a soft sound of the car door being locked, and Lu Qiao immediately became angry.

Huo Yan directly locked the car door.

"Huo Yan, are you trying to kidnap me?"

She was very angry, but Huo Yan was gentle and indifferent, "You are Mrs. Huo, I will take you back to our own home, it is not kidnapping."

Lu Qiao was going to explode with anger. In front of Huo Yan, her powder keg exploded at a click, and she was not as calm as usual.

The torrential rain covered the world outside the window, and thunder was rolling in my ears. In this kind of weather, Lu Qiao's mood was affected, and he became inexplicably irritable.

She kicked the driver's seat with her toes, and asked sharply, "Huo Yan, what do you want?!"

"Nothing, just take you back to our home."

He kept stressing, our home.

But Lu Qiao couldn't hear any special meaning in it.

The thunder outside the car was loud, and Huo Yan's voice was deep, "Qiao Qiao, I have indulged you for a long time, the mistress of the Huo family's wedding room should go back."