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

When you're with someone you take for granted, even for a minute, her special thoughts can open your eyes and take your breath away.

Lu Qiao watched the face-changing live version all over, and was scolded for no reason, not in a good mood.

In Wen Ran's mantra-like voice, her footsteps merged with Wen Ran's non-stop muttering, "He was originally mine".

Then, Wen Ran's voice faded away and she left the hospital.

When I was in a bad mood and wanted to go shopping, Lu Qiao walked around the street, and then the moving company sent a text message saying that it was coming, so Lu Qiao took a taxi and went back to look at the things being moved.

The process of packing up and moving out, to use a literary point of view, is actually quite like collecting memories.

What you take out is not only clothes, but also memories in this house.

In all fairness, what is left in this house is not all painful and depressive memories, but also some light ones.

Huo Yan knows how to cook delicious meals. When he is not busy at work, the three meals a day are not cooked by the chef in the villa, but by himself.

It tastes good and is healthy.

Lu Qiao's stomach problems are getting better.

But that was probably the most stable period since she and Huo Yan reunited.

It was really similar to what she had imagined, the married life with Huo Yan after getting married.

But so what, good luck tricks people, when she wanted it, she was in vain, but now she doesn't want it anymore, even those memories and flesh and blood have to be gouged out, she got it, as if she came across it from a well. The moon in the sky, and then what?
Then what?

Lu Qiao packed her things, and the moving company will help her deliver them to Lu's house. She is fine now, taking advantage of the moving company's car and planning to go back directly, passing by a bar, she suddenly had a whim and asked the driver to stop the car.

Drinking to drown your sorrows, or you just want to have a good time in the sensual dog and horse, and find a place to release the suppressed emotions.

Lu Qiao ordered a glass of wine and watched as the bartender's hand was spinning the shaker in the air. With a little flame, it swayed in mid-air in a round semi-circle shape, which was quite beautiful.

Lu Qiao looked at with his chin propped up, in his eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, there was a broken and dim light, like the rippling water surface illuminated by the lights at night.

The bar is a magical place. There are young people who are looking for excitement, and there are also people with stories who come here to take advantage of the atmosphere and drink away their sorrows.

There is an unbridled release of youthfulness here, and there are also many unspeakable secrets submerged between the lips and teeth.

The bartender has seen all kinds of people here, and he thinks Lu Qiao is the latter.

Putting the mixed wine in front of her eyes, it looks pretty good.

Lu Qiao lowered her head and took a sip. There was no spicy feeling. It was sweet in the mouth, just like fruit juice, but after the tip of her tongue circled around, she would taste the taste of wine belatedly.

Her health is not very good, in fact, she is not suitable for drinking.

However, she just doesn't care about her body, and when she's upset, she can drink away her sorrows, and no one can stop her.

Drinking the wine as if it were juice, she picked a pleasing name on the wine list and ordered it.

The bartender's performance was gorgeous, and she watched from the sidelines. After the wine was mixed, she still drank it as juice one mouthful at a time.

This one has a sweet taste, which she doesn't like very much.

Lu Qiao tapped the table lightly with her index finger, the lights in the bar were blurred, a beam of brighter light came over, and the floating fine dust gradually attracted her thoughts to the distance.

When I was a child, I was addicted to sugar. I can’t remember exactly when I didn’t like sweets, but now I can probably remember that it was when Lu Shi was in turmoil, and I broke up with Huo Yan. My heart was too bitter. Those sweet things After eating, the bitterness in my heart will be more contrasted.

So gradually, she no longer likes sweets.

The taste has changed quite a lot now, and I am addicted to bitterness. It seems that the sense of taste has been broken, and I can’t taste the bitterness anymore. The bitterness in the heart will dilute the bitterness in the heart. Compared with the bitterness on the tip of the tongue, the heart is bitter. There will be a little sweetness.

Lu Qiao felt that she should be a little drunk now, otherwise she wouldn't have so many melancholy thoughts.

She raised the wine glass in her hand, she had already drank half of the small glass of wine, through the remaining half, her eyes penetrated the bright colors, and looked at the bartender who was still mixing the wine.

The bartender's movements were very beautiful. The shaker was in his hand, as if it had been given life. She suddenly laughed softly.

She was thinking, Huo Yan is just like a bartender, he treats everyone as a shaker in his hand, and he makes fun of them all.

The bartender worked like a magic trick, and in a short while, he made another glass of good-looking wine.

After serving it to the guests, seeing that she was still smiling, she didn't seem particularly happy, and felt that Lu Qiao had a story to tell.

Leaning towards her, "Do you have something on your mind?"

It's not that Lu Qiao has no experience of being approached by others, and he can see his intentions from people's eyes.

The bartender didn't see her as a prey in his eyes, he just wanted to chat with her.

Lu Qiao's attitude naturally doesn't need to be as defensive as a thief.

"There are so many good and bad things in this world, who can have nothing to worry about."

The bartender smiled at her, showing his white teeth.

The young man who was originally quite young, now with such a smile, revealed the sunshine of youth.

Lu Qiao touched her face. She should be about the same age as the bartender, but with such a sunny smile, she felt a little old.

This kind of smile has not appeared on her face for a long time.

"It's better not to drink so much to get rid of your sorrows and sorrows with wine, otherwise the more you think about sad things when you are drunk, the more you will feel wronged."

The bartender is trying to persuade her to drink less?
Lu Qiao raised his eyebrows.

I think this person is very interesting, there is no one who does business and drives customers out.

She said a few more words to the bartender, "It's really not a good way to get rid of your worries with alcohol, but sometimes it's good to be drunk and think about nothing."

"After all, a person lives a lifetime and always encounters all kinds of troubles. You can't always be a warrior. Sometimes it's good to be a coward and escape a little bit."

She is too tired to be a soldier right now, so she wants to be lazy, be a coward, and temporarily forget those troubles in the paralysis of alcohol.

Mr. Bartender has a good heart and can make good chicken soup. "There are not so many hurdles in this world. The only difference is whether you can think about it or not."

Lu Qiao looked at the big boy in front of him, probably not long after he left school, and he hadn't been smoothed by the society and become indifferent.

He is a little sun, not only shining brightly himself, but also sharing warmth with others.

"Everything will be fine," he said.

Lu Qiao smiled.

This time I was really happy.

She likes such a warm young man.

"Okay, with your good words, everything will be fine."

She raised the wine glass in her hand to the bartender. The wine was swaying in the transparent glass, and it had a nice color under the light.

"Thank you for your enlightenment, I will remember what you said."

Probably the smile from the heart is different from the smile on the surface. Facing Lu Qiao's smile, the bartender suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

"You're welcome, it's just a matter of raising your hands, it's just a matter of raising your hands."

Lu Qiao's eyebrows and eyes were crooked with a smile, and the feeling of being slightly drunk made her more relaxed than usual. She said to the bartender, "I wish us all the best."

Finished drinking it.

Before the bartender had time to remind her how strong the drink was, she had already fucked her with arrogance.

He silently counted a few times in his heart, and then Miss Lu had already collapsed.

Shaking his head, before the guests came up, he reached out and took Lu Qiao's mobile phone, and called her family to pick her up.

Otherwise, there would be more people in the bar, and if a good-looking girl passed out drunk here, if he didn't pay attention, he would easily be picked up by someone.

He thought about it, and was about to turn on Lu Qiao's phone, when suddenly a hand stretched out from the side.

He was taken aback and almost threw the phone out.

"Don't touch things you shouldn't touch, or you won't know how you died."

The voice of the owner of that hand was deep and deep. The bartender looked up and saw the man's hidden sharp eyes.

Those eyes seemed to be hiding the shadow of swords and swords, they did not restrain their sharpness, they were so fierce that people almost ignored his face, only remembering those eyes.

With just one glance, the bartender forgot to respond.

The man took the mobile phone from his hand and put it in his pocket, then reached out and hugged the drunk Lu Qiao.

Seeing that the man was about to leave, the bartender just woke up like a dream and called out to stop him. The man turned his head and glanced at him, "This is my wife, I'm here to pick her up."

Since they are husband and wife, there is no need for an outsider like him to intervene.

The bartender held his hand back and smiled apologetically at the man.

The man ignored her, turned and left indifferently.

The bartender rubbed his nose in embarrassment. Just when a customer ordered a drink, he stopped paying attention to the man's back and went to bartending instead.

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Coming out of the noisy bar, my ears immediately became quiet, the sound of music and laughter was far away, as if the bar and the outside were two completely different worlds.

Huo Yan's car was parked on the side of the road, Rolls-Royce Phantom, black, like a beast lying quietly on the side of the road in the dark, quiet, but people dare not easily provoke it.

The driver who was still resting at the side immediately came over and opened the car door for him.

Huo Yan hugged Lu Qiao and sat in.

After getting drunk, Lu Qiao doesn't like to make trouble, and she nestles in her arms obediently like a milk cat, which makes people feel soft-hearted.

"Mr. Huo, where are we going now?"

Huo Yan lowered his head and brushed aside the hair that fell in front of Lu Qiao, "Go home."