Mr. Huo, stop being abusive. Madam has already entered the emergency room.

After ringing the doorbell for a long time, no one came to answer the door.

Thinking that Huo Linyuan was angry with her, she immediately took out her cell phone to make a call.

After persisting for a long time, the completely indifferent voice finally rang in my ears.

"what's up?"

"Brother Linyuan," Cheng Lingshan said with a smile, "I just learned a new kind of Chinese dim sum, which is very fragrant and delicious, can you open the door for me?"

Pause there for two seconds.

"Go back, I'm not here."

The next second the phone was hung up.

Cheng Lingshan opened her mouth, and the unspoken words remained on the tip of her tongue.

She felt annoyed at first, but when she put away her phone and looked at the closed door, her expression softened a little.

Is Huo Linyuan not here?

Isn't that just right?

"Cheng Zhi!" She threw away her pretended reserve and started ringing the doorbell frantically.

After a long while, there was still no response.

She walked around to the courtyard on one side of the house and looked in through the fully transparent French doors.

The living room can be seen at a glance, let alone people, there is no one at all.

——Cheng Zhi was forced to sleep in the master bedroom on the second floor.

Not long after the glass was broken, the door of the audiovisual room was locked by Huo Linyuan.

It was locked before to prevent her from coming out.

Now, she is not allowed in.

It seemed that Huo Linyuan wouldn't feel at ease if he didn't keep her by his side.

He even considered bringing her with him before going out to socialize today.

But the people who are going to eat at the same table are all middle-aged bosses who have been immersed in wine and sex for a long time, so he finally had to give up.

Naturally, he would not admit that his uneasiness came from caring.

He only interpreted these strange emotions as blame and disgust.

Blame Cheng Zhi for being promiscuous, and hate her for being good at attracting bees and attracting butterflies.

And Cheng Zhi became more tense and sensitive because of his blame and disgust.

Just a few minutes ago, the slightly irritating doorbell rang a dozen times, and she was so frightened that she covered her ears and hid herself completely under the quilt for a long time.

Until Huo Linyuan came back.

The moment the quilt was lifted, the drowsy Cheng Zhi suddenly woke up.

With a cry of surprise, she nearly jumped off the bed.

But in the next second, her whole body was suppressed.

Especially the lips.

Huo Linyuan eagerly devoured and demanded.

He wrapped his hands around her waist and back, as if to press her into his body.

Cheng Zhi was frightened by his scorching breath and slightly rough movements.

When his chest felt cold, he struggled suddenly.

She didn't dare to struggle too hard, for fear of hurting herself.

So much so that Huo Linyuan ignored her resistance.

"Cheng Zhi, you once drew a picture for me called 'Distant Mountains'..." He gasped in between the kisses.

Mr. Xiao was the host today, and he saw a painting at his home.

The love of landscape painting hides her unique and obscure signature, as well as the exclusive imprint she designed for him.

The tiny existence of him and her in the painting is not easily seen or understood by outsiders.

But he understands, he understands, and he recognizes it at a glance.

Cheng Zhi's whole body froze, and her eyes suddenly became clearer.

In the next second, tears rushed down the corners of his eyes.

She remembers.

"That's what I plan to give you as a wedding present on your wedding night..."

Later, before the liquidation of the family assets was completed, they disappeared.

"Why give it to someone else?"

Huo Linyuan thought of too much of the past, and his tone softened unconsciously.

Did not give it to others.

Cheng Zhi thought, but did not deny the explanation, tears glistened in his eyes, it was difficult to distinguish between love and hate.

"It was you who ruined everything. There will be no more weddings, and the existence of that painting has no meaning. You have only lied to me from the beginning to the end. Now you come to ask me what to do?"