Break the ring for her!Paranoid Mr. Huo after marriage, he pinches his waist and pets him

Huo Shichuan was right.

If Tang Suiwan's identity is true, with the Huo family's current development momentum under Huo Shichuan's hands, even the head of the Wen family will have to be coaxed when he comes.

Wen Tingxue's expression changed several times, she was so frightened and angry that she couldn't speak.

Wen Changyi wanted to say something else, but Huo Shichuan was already impatient to listen.

He waved his hand lazily, "Send Young Master Wen back, and greet Patriarch Wen for me by the way."

Greeting two words, but also bite the meaningful accent.

Wen Tingxue took a deep look at Tang Suiwan, gritted her teeth, turned her head and left.

"Disappointing." Huo Shichuan snorted lightly, and looked at Tang Suiwan, "Did Wan Wan fancy something just now? If not, just change."

Randomly pointing to a few pieces for the clerk to pack, Tang Suiwan suppressed Huo Shichuan and wanted to help her choose, "Enough, let's go back early."

As soon as the little girl spoke, Huo Shichuan had no choice but to listen obediently.

On the car back, Huo Shichuan squeezed Tang Suiwan's palm, his eyes were full of thoughtfulness.

The fingertips seemed to touch the little girl's fingers, pinching and kneading them from time to time, like a big cat with a hand.

Tang Suiwan didn't care, and typed back the news from his roommate with one hand.

"What are you talking about?" Huo Damao, who was ignored, was a little ready to move, trying to pull Tang Suwan's attraction back to himself.

"I wonder if my oil painting homework is finished." Tang Suiwan replied casually.

It was because her roommate asked, that she belatedly remembered the homework.

Too much time has passed, and Tang Suiwan can't remember whether he has finished it. It just so happens that the studio should be cleaned up today, so you can go back to confirm.

Huo Shichuan loosely circled the little girl's fingertips with his fingertips, while taking out his vibrating mobile phone, swiping to answer it.

I don't know what was said on the other side, the man's original casual expression changed, his thick eyebrows were raised, and his voice was low and hoarse, "Are you sure?"

Cayenne slowly stopped in the underground garage.

Tang Suiwan glanced to the side, Huo Shichuan was holding the phone by his ear, his expression was deep and difficult to distinguish, it seemed that he had no intention of getting out of the car.

"You go back first, I have something to do." Huo Shichuan's expression was a little ugly, but when he spoke to Tang Suwan, he tried his best to be gentle.

Tang Suiwan wondered if it was the company's business, nodded obediently, and closed the car door.

After receiving the driver's message, Ju Yi had already waited at the elevator entrance in advance, blocked the silver elevator door with his arm, and smiled at Tang Suiwan, "Ma'am."

Tang Suiwan's footsteps stopped.

Ju Yi's expression was as usual, and he reminded in a gentle voice, "Madam, pay attention to your steps."

Did you change your mind so quickly?

Tang Suiwan pinched her warm ears, and replied vaguely, not embarrassed to look at the other person's expression, and stepped directly into the elevator.

Ju Yi watched the elevator go up slowly, and after confirming that it stopped at the exact floor, he turned around and walked in the direction of Cayenne.

He opened the co-pilot's door and sat in, "Mr. Huo, are you going to Quande Hospital now?"

Huo Shichuan had already hung up the phone, his thin lips were pursed tightly, his fingers were on his legs, and the frequency was a bit messy.

"Go." He said hoarsely.

Ju Yi nodded, and was about to turn around and move forward, when the man suddenly opened his mouth again, with a rare hesitation in his tone.

"... Send a greeting post to Jane's family, asking if Mr. Jane is free recently, and if he can help with diagnosis and treatment."

Ju Yi's expression was blank for a moment.

His strong professionalism made him calm down quickly, and only the tight jawline and deep voice could reveal the inconceivableness.

"Yes, Mr. Huo."

After confirming that Huo Shichuan had no further orders, Ju Yi turned around and fastened his seat belt.

It seems to be looking ahead, but in fact it is sneaking.

What is the origin of this new lady that made the unruly Mr. Huo lower his figure for the first time, bowing his head to the wealthy family who had already turned their faces.

I still remember that at that time, Huo Shichuan slammed the door with a sneer, and posted a "Huo Shichuan and dogs are not allowed to enter" on the door of the most irritable Jian family.

And now...

Ju Yi could already think of Jian's family's merciless rejection, and felt a rare headache for a while.

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Huo Shichuan was often busy with things, and Tang Suiwan was quite comfortable alone.

I went to the furnished studio to check my oil paintings before setting up the drawing board and re-laying the white paper.

When opening the cabinet where the paint was kept, Tang Suiwan was stunned.

The cost of oil painting is not low. All kinds of paper, pigments and brushes alone can cost a lot of money, especially when buying paints. Cheap ones are despised, and expensive ones are distressed.

Tang Suiwan usually buys relatively cheap brands, and occasionally the works in the competition are replaced with better paints.

At this time, the cabinet is full of paints of various colors neatly placed. It is the Yingfan brand artist series known as the "Pearl of Color" in the paint world, which ranks among the top in the world for its delicate and profound sense.

The price is so expensive that it makes people feel distressed, and the supply is in short supply, and there is a shortage of goods in China all the year round.

Huo Shichuan was able to prepare such a cabinet of paint, which must have been airlifted directly from abroad.

Tang Suiwan bent his lips and pulled out a few.

The cabinet next to it is also full of wooden palettes, brand new brushes of various models, and neatly arranged palettes.

It's just that Tang has to catch up with homework at the end of the year, and the drawing board that has been used for a long time is more familiar.

The theme of the holiday assignment is "Moon Night Forest".

Tang Suiwan sketched out the general style in his heart, and he didn't write the line draft, but just put the pen down after adjusting the paint.

She draws very quickly, each stroke is steady and firm, bold and unrestrained when applying color blocks, and extremely meticulous when she puts down small brushes.

Tang Suiwan, who was devoted to painting, could easily ignore the surrounding environment. The door of the studio was knocked and opened again, without noticing it.

Huo Shichuan leaned against the door, his eyes were deep, and he focused on Tang Suiwan who was immersed in painting.

It seems to have returned to the quiet and quiet town again, and the large wheat fields outside the house are rustling in the wind.

He was drowsy on the recliner, and the unique smell of turpentine still lingered on the tip of his nose.

As far as the eye can see, it is the gentle but firm strokes of the pen, which stain the pure white cardboard with gorgeous colors bit by bit.

The two painted one by one and looked at the other for a long time. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the sunset was orange-red and plunged into the river.

Huo Shichuan turned on the light in the studio, and the sudden light woke up Tang Suiwan.

"eat first."

Tang Suiwan was dazzled by the light, subconsciously squinted his eyes slightly, and looked in Huo Shichuan's direction with a little bewilderment, like an ignorant milk fox.

The man softened his tone, soft and almost coaxing, "Draw after eating."

Tonight's meal is cooked by my aunt, only two people eat, and the portion is not much.

Tang Suiwan had no intention of tasting at all, and ate absent-mindedly, counting the rice one by one.

When Huo Shichuan put down the chopsticks, the little girl immediately breathed a sigh of relief, jumped off the chair, left a sentence "I'm going to draw", and then disappeared without a trace.

Huo Shichuan who was left on the dining table by his family alone: ​​...

Sooner or later, people have to ask whether oil painting is more important or him.

Huo Shichuan turned on the computer "calmly", dealt with the accumulated documents, and scolded several managers who reported the matter to death.

I went to Ju Yi's place to inquire about Mr. Huo's mood today, and got a pretty good answer, so I met up with the managers to report:?

Seeing that it was still early, Huo Shichuan simply went to the gym to exercise.It's just that after he finished exercising, took a shower and changed into home clothes, the little girl still seemed immersed in the painting and couldn't extricate herself.

He glanced at the time and walked in with big strides.

The paintbrush between the fingers was pulled away from behind.

Tang Suiwan was still a little confused, "Huo Shichuan..."

The next second, she suddenly soared into the air, and was carried out of the studio by Huo Shichuan.

Tang Suiwan was startled, and subconsciously hooked Huo Shichuan's neck.

Her body temperature was low, but the man's arm was firm and scorching hot, and she could feel it clearly through the thin clothes, which made Tang Suiwan inexplicably think of a word.

Low temperature burns.

After being placed on the big soft bed in the master bedroom, Tang Suiwan's cheeks were already pink and her eyes were moist. She tried to struggle to get up, "I, my room is not here."

Huo Shichuan's eyes were too aggressive at this time, making Tang Suiwan inexplicably feel a little dangerous, and the little fox hugged his big fluffy tail vigilantly.

The man raised his eyebrows lazily, opened his palm, and grabbed Tang Suwan's wrist with one hand, easily restraining the little girl's struggling movements.

"Do I need to remind you?" Huo Shichuan moved closer, his voice low and hoarse, "It's time to sleep, Mrs. Huo."

Huo Shichuan spoke the last three words very softly, more like muttering with breath.

Tang Suiwan's ears immediately turned red, and his body trembled unconsciously.

She could sense the deep lust in the man's eyes, and her gaze dropped, and the final landing point seemed to be...

on her lips.