Master Huo's Hidden Marriage Warm Wife

Returning to Huo's house again, standing at the door of the bedroom, Yu Wu was in a trance for a moment.

Many images of him with him appeared in my mind. Unknowingly, this "marriage room" between her and Huo Jingye seemed to hold a lot of memories.

It's just that it's all over.

She suppressed the lingering emotions in her heart and walked quickly through the door, only to see that all her belongings were placed intact.

She thought he might have ordered someone to throw it away.

She didn't have a lot of things, and she packed everything in one suitcase.

Afterwards, she took out the suit that Huo Jingye had thrown away and picked up and cleaned from the bag.

The suit was a little wrinkled, so she hung it on the rack and ironed it with a steam iron.

A picky person like Huo Jingye couldn't tolerate any wrinkles, so she carefully ironed every trace of him.

Until the suit became straight, her arms were a little sore, but there was an unconscious smile on her lips, imagining what he would look like in this suit.

She took a wide sleeve, as if she was holding his hand, and smiled gently, "Huo Jingye, goodbye this time."

She deliberately ignored the feeling of desolation in her heart, picked up her suitcase and was about to leave, but the moment she turned around, she was caught off guard by the man's cold and deep eyes.

With one hand in his pocket, Huo Jingye stood tall and straight at the door, staring at her expressionlessly.

"When did you come back?" She blushed in embarrassment, not sure if he had seen it, she held her sleeve to say goodbye to him just now, he would think she was stupid.

And Huo Jingye not only heard her farewell, but also saw the whole process of her ironing his suit with a gentle smile on her face.

He didn't disturb her because he was staring in a daze, and a strange emotion arose in his heart.

He glanced at the suitcase in her hand, "Are you leaving?"

Yu Wu nodded awkwardly, "Well, I don't belong here in the first place."

"And this." She went to untie the gold necklace around her neck, which was given by the old lady before, and of course she couldn't take it away.

It's just that the necklace seemed to be hanging on the collar. She went around the back of her neck to untie it with her hands, but she couldn't untie it.

"Can you help me?" she said awkwardly.

"Grandma gave it to you, you can take it away." Huo Jingye replied.

"How can I do that? I can't take what doesn't belong to me."

Yu Wu insisted, Huo Jingye half-closed his eyes, examined her for a moment, "Okay."

His cool fingertips penetrated into her collar, rubbed from her collarbone to the back of her neck, causing her to shiver slightly.

Huo Jingye buried his head in untying the necklace for her, his eyes touched her snow-white and slender neck, her round and beautiful earlobes, and the sweet fragrance of her body diffused from the end of his nose.

He couldn't help being distracted, his fingers obviously opened the clasp of the necklace, but it still stopped at her neck.

"Is it not done yet?"

Yu Wu could feel the man's eyes wandering over her, they were so close that she almost pressed her face against his chest, and his clear breath enveloped her.

She couldn't help blushing and heartbeat, very stressed.

"It's not done." Huo Jingye lowered his head, staring at her with burning eyes, and the warm breath fell on the corners of her eyes.

"……it is good."

She didn't dare to look at him, twisted her hands together helplessly, and lowered her head.

The next second, she suddenly raised her head and looked at his earlobe, "Huo Jingye, did the place where you put the earrings touch water? Why does it seem a little inflamed?"

Huo Jingye's earlobe was a little red and swollen, obviously there was a little inflammation in the pierced area.

She suddenly remembered that at Zhong Yingying's place that night, he kept pouring cold water, probably because of that inflammation.

Only then did Huo Jingye withdraw his hand from her collar, took out the gold necklace, and said casually: "A small problem."

"No, we still need to deal with it. What if the infection becomes serious?"

Yu Wu frowned, with a serious expression on her face, "You wait, I'll get the medicine box."

The corners of Huo Jingye's lips curved slightly unconsciously, "Okay."

Yu Wu hurriedly brought up the medicine box.

Huo Jingye sat by the bed, she took out iodine and ointment, bent down to rub the medicine for him.

Her pink lips opened and closed right in front of his eyes, and she didn't even notice that the shirt on her chest was unbuttoned, revealing a little white curve.

His eyes suddenly fixed there, his eyes were burning, and his mouth gradually became dry.

After Yu Wu treated his wound, he suddenly asked, "Huo Jingye, what's wrong with you?"

She found that his face seemed a little strange, and his eyes were a little blurred.

"It's nothing."

"Alright then, I'll go first."

She put down the medicine box and warned softly: "In the next few days, you must not let your earlobe touch the water again, and remember to apply ointment. Goodbye!"

She turned around and was about to leave, but her wrist suddenly fell into his wide and warm palm.

Huo Jingye stood up abruptly, the corners of his lips curled up obliquely, a little ruffian and evil.

"Wait a minute, there is still a show for you to watch."

"Huh? Watching a play?"

Yu Wu was ignorant and didn't know what he was going to take her to see. She didn't expect Huo Jingye to lead her all the way to Yang Lan's villa.

A servant came to stop him: "Master, Madam is taking a nap right now, so it's inconvenient to see people."

"Go away!"

Huo Jingye's cold eyes swept away, and the servant immediately backed away in fright.

Huo Jingye led Yu Wu all the way upstairs, and in the corridor, he heard Yang Lan's uncomfortable and angry voice.

"It's so hot! Which of you gave me what! Who is it!"

Startled, she followed Huo Jingye to the door of a room.

I saw Yang Lan collapsed on the sofa, her face flushed and her eyes blurred.

Yang Lan's appearance is clearly...

A terrible conjecture appeared in Yu Wu's mind, and he looked at Huo Jingye in astonishment, "Could it be you..."

Huo Jingye raised his index finger around his lips, and made a gesture of silence towards her, and his thin lips curled into a cold arc.

Yu Wu stood aside blankly, and then realized that what Huo Jingye asked her to watch was Yang Lan's good show?