Huo Shao's wrongly married sweet wife

The two walked out of the office building where the studio was located.

Huo Yanze didn't let go yet, he obviously held it lightly.

But in Ning Qian's view, it is a kind of confinement and plunder.

The cool night wind gradually blows away the accumulated heat in Ning Qian's heart.

The hair was caressed by the wind, and it touched Ning Qian's snow-white face.

Huo Yanze has been paying attention to the woman from the corner of his eye, and he can see a strand of hair falling on her lips.

The thick red lips and cold white skin seemed to be shackled by this strand of hair.

Obviously he has to be so far away from women, he can't even have a hug, he can't possess the woman in front of him.

I have never had such ups and downs with a strand of black hair!

It was as if the entire heart in the chest was bound by this strand of hair.

Tighten and cut, squeeze out the deepest desire in his heart, and release it with gushing force.

"Ning Qian, don't move yet."

"What's wrong……?"

Ning Qian didn't react yet, she just stopped in her tracks.

In the next moment, the whole person was tightly surrounded by the man!
There are hands on her slender waist, palms with heat, all the way up, sliding on the back of her fair neck...

It was so hot... it was almost burned into the depths of her bones and blood, buried in her heart and soul.

Ning Qian's slender fingertips trembled, she lowered her hand, and wanted to hug her back countless times, but she still restrained herself.

Don't have, any particular thoughts...

The rough fingertips rubbed against her skin, causing the woman to tremble.

"Ning Qian, are you going to break away again?"

"I……"

The man's cold words flashed past his ears. As he spoke, he brushed the broken hair on Ning Qian's forehead behind his ears.

Gazing at the woman under the cold and dim street lamp.

The shallow amber pupils were somewhat blurred by the light, the eyelashes fluttered slightly, and the fair little face was cast with flowing shadows.

The man's gaze was also moving, and finally fell on the bright red lips.

Her lips were a little beady, as red as blood, covering the cold white skin, like a flower that had been caressed to the point of wilting, the woman slightly opened her lips, and her moist lips were condensed with the intertwined light and shadow behind her.

Huo Yanze clasped the back of the woman's head, and couldn't help but leaned over to take another step.

The figures of the two gradually overlapped, and Ning Qian's eyes became more and more hazy. She felt that she was sitting on a small boat, swaying with the wind and rain.

Everything in front of him was an illusion, and even the kiss that was about to appear was extremely absurd.

not like this!

Ning Qian's eyes were awake instantly, she suddenly pushed the man away and took several steps back.

His expression was still in a trance.

The night wind was blowing on her back, she had never felt so cold tonight.

It was so cold away from that embrace just now...

Her heart was stuffy, as if a giant beast was trapped in her chest, howling and tearing at her flesh and blood.

It hurts... cutting like a dull knife.

"Okay, you're done hugging, let's go back quickly, it's getting cold outside."

Ning Qian turned her head and walked forward, subconsciously gathering her coat.

There was no wave on her face, and there was nothing wrong with her tone, as if what happened just now hadn't happened at all.

Only the woman herself knows that she is extremely cold.

She was trying her best to avoid the answer in her heart, but her indifference was more like restraint.

There is no need.

So what if the kiss is over, so what if the hug is over, even if something really happened to them...

As long as Huo Yanze's illness is cured by her, he will probably let her go right away.

The scenes of the two arguing in the past flashed through Ning Qian's mind one after another.

His paranoia.

His suspicions.

His coldness.

They are all knives that pierce the heart.

Ning Qian has no way to tell whether all the beauty now is a man's faking.

His stubbornness... is it really because of the disease?
A woman extinguishes the last spark in her heart.

"Qianqian, go slowly, wait a moment, put on my coat first."

Huo Yanze was talking behind him, chasing after the woman step by step.

But Ning Qian didn't respond.

She walked with her head depressed, walking faster and faster!
The emotions in my heart had completely spread out, turning into a tide that could drown her.

Ning Qian heard it.

Huo Yanze called her "Qianqian".

This is the first time a man called her that in a waking state...

Ning Qian's slender fingers were tightly kneaded together, and her eye sockets were unconsciously hot and painful.

Once she goes out, there is no way to turn back.

Huo Yanze, if we weren't strangers from the beginning, how good it would be?

Or, just don't give her any favors, any warmth, or any promises!
She dared not respond, and never would.

False things exist for even a second, and they are a kind of endless torture to her!

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Huo family.

After the two came back, they went back to their bedrooms without even talking to each other.

Huo Yanze is also a person with a temper. He is usually very proud.

Only when facing Ning Qian, can she be a little patient.

However, being neglected by Ning Qian like this, he will no longer put down his body and look for discomfort.

And Ning Qian felt uncomfortable.

She was bored in the quilt and thought for a long time before finally suppressing today's matter completely.

But then he suddenly remembered that it was time to give Huo Yanze an injection, so he could only resign himself to his fate and get up to get his things, then knocked on the door of the master bedroom.

She will not break her promise.

Moreover, she is still bound to a man now, if Huo Yanze gets sick every day, it won't do her any good...

Ning Qian comforted herself like this.

However, when the man opened the door and the two looked at each other, Ning Qian's heart was disturbed again.

She forced her lips together and spoke to the man.

"It's time to give you an injection today. Sorry, I'm not in the right mood at night. I don't like being touched like this."

"Understood, you come in."

Huo Yanze said in a deep voice that he was much taller than the woman, looking down at her in a very oppressive state.

Ning Qian's entire face was extremely fair, her tall and delicate bridge of nose was slightly rosy, and her long eyelashes cast a small shadow on her eyelids.

The man's eyes were focused on her bun, and a few strands of hair stuck to her fair neck. The black and white were extremely split, colliding with Huo Yanze's vision.

She is still unbelievably beautiful.

Ning Qian didn't say anything, and sterilized the silver needle with a business-like attitude, then asked Huo Yanze to take off his clothes, and slowly pushed the silver needle into the acupuncture point.

The man sweated, and fine beads of sweat trickled down his muscles.

Ning Qian subconsciously pulled out a piece of paper, just about to wipe the man's sweat, but froze in place.

She seems to be very used to doing these things, but...

"You wipe it yourself."

Ning Qian handed the tissue to the man unnaturally.

But Huo Yanze didn't answer.

Those phoenix eyes were extremely deep, staring at Ning Qian closely, the eyes were very predatory, making the woman feel uncomfortable!

"Ning Qian, what's wrong with you? Can you tell me if you have any questions?"

Listening to Huo Yanze's words, Ning Qian hesitated to speak.

How can she say some things? !