Super love after marriage: abstinent Mr. Huo flirts with his sleepy pregnant wife

The alcohol mixed with the faint aroma of tobacco filled her breath, gently teasing her white and tender face. Then, Wen Jiu felt that his embrace was as hot as fire.

Why does this guy drink and smoke? When I went to the next door house to have a party with friends, he always only drank tea. When everyone shared cigarettes, he never accepted them.

Why are you so drunk tonight? Still smoking?

Under the dim night light, Wen Jiu raised his eyelids and looked at Huo Beimo's handsome face close at hand.

He opened his blurred eyes slightly, his eyelashes were long and thick, but they covered the emotions hidden deep in his eyes. Under the high bridge of his nose, his thin crimson lips were redder than usual. The blood seemed to be overflowing, and he was in urgent need of an outlet to vent. .

"Why don't you like my Moments?" he murmured.

Wen Jiu thought he heard wrongly.

What circle of friends?

She thought about it in her mind for a while, and then she remembered what mood Huo Beimo seemed to have sent just now? She had forgotten the content.

"Mr. Huo, you've drunk too much, please let me go." Wen Jiu struggled hard.

At the same time, I could clearly feel that my heartbeat was pounding almost abnormally.

God knows what it feels like to be forcibly held in the arms of a man you have a crush on?

She liked it, was shy, and was worried that she would fall. A series of complex emotions gradually turned her fair face pink.

She pushed Huo Beimo away with all her strength.

But she didn't expect that this guy was so strong and held her so tightly that she couldn't breathe.

The eyes under the long eyelashes stared at her coldly, like a beast ready to attack.

"Don't call me Mr. Huo." Huo Beimo shouted coldly.

"Huo...Mr. Huo?" Wen Jiu asked uncertainly.

"Call Beimo brother." Huo Beimo almost ordered.

Wen Jiu wondered, this guy was so drunk, how could he suddenly force her to call her such a disgusting name?

"Why don't you scream?" Huo Beimo asked angrily.

"You drank too much. Why are you so disgusting?" Wen Jiu was still trying to break free from his restraints.

"Then why don't you feel disgusted when you call him Brother Sheng?" His cold eyes seemed to be burning with anger, as if he was about to swallow Wen Jiucai into his belly.

As he finished speaking, he felt his warm breath getting faster and closer. Suddenly, he buried his head and kissed Wen Jiu's pink lips fiercely. At that moment, it seemed as if a ball of fire invaded and tampered with her with revenge.

Then, he seemed like a hungry traveler who had been walking alone in the desert for a long time, frantically absorbing her taste.

"Well……"

What Wen Jiu wanted to say was blocked and turned into a whimper. Her eyes widened and she stared at him in fear.

Huo Beimo, do you know what you are doing?

She kept saying that she didn't want to fall into it, but it was clear that she had already fallen into it.

She has been hurt a lot since she was a child, and she really doesn't want to be sad anymore.

"Uuuuuuu..."

She kicked and hit him fiercely, and in a hurry, her teeth bit down hard, and the taste of blood spread between them.

After being stung, Huo Beimo seemed to gradually wake up. His half-closed eyes finally opened completely, looking into Wen Jiu's eyes, filled with sadness.

It was as if he was the injured one.

"Huo Beimo, are you crazy?"

Wen Jiu took the opportunity to push his body away and escape from the big bed.

Then, she opened the door and went to the second bedroom next door, leaving Huo Beimo alone on the bed in the dark big bedroom.

His whole body seemed to be on fire, and his mind was full of Wen Jiu, especially Wen Jiu's seductive almond eyes when he was drunk that night, which made him want to stop.

He suppressed his urge to go next door to find her, thinking about what happened that night. The woman's slender arms hooked around his neck, whispering that she wanted...

He was so uncomfortable that he could resolve the flames in his body on his own.

In the early morning, Wen Jiu was worried that Aunt Hao would find out the clues, so he quietly returned to their master bedroom.

There were several wads of used tissues thrown on the floor of the huge bedroom, and the blushing smell, mixed with the smell of alcohol, was still lingering in the air.

Wen Jiu blushed and threw away the things, glancing at the man still sleeping on the bed.

I can't imagine what would have happened if she hadn't run away last night?

Or, for him, is she just like Lu Xingen, not enough to arouse his interest, so he would rather solve it on his own?

Yes, this is a man that even the enchanting Lu Xingen can refuse. Who is she?

But since it's impossible to like her and be responsible for her, why do you still kiss her? Why did he look so angry when she had a meal with her savior?

Maybe it’s all men’s so-called possessiveness that’s at fault?

It wasn't until noon that Huo Beimo woke up with a splitting headache and opened his eyes to see Wen Jiu painting on the balcony.

His gaze was fixed for a long time.

She was wearing an apricot-colored dress embroidered with sunflower patterns. Her black hair and skirt were gently fluttering in the wind, and she looked as beautiful as a painting.

Huo Beimo was really annoyed when he thought that he couldn't stop just imagining this woman's voice and appearance last night.

He actually used his imagination to fall in love with her once.

She must have been too proactive that night, which made him have wild thoughts.

Wen Jiu, who was drawing, heard the movement behind him. His strokes stopped for a moment, and then he quickly continued drawing as if nothing had happened, as if there was no one behind him.

Huo Beimo hesitated to speak.

For the next two days, no one spoke to anyone.

Aunt Hao saw it in her eyes and was anxious in her heart, trying to break the deadlock between the two, but there was obviously a gap between the two and they didn't appreciate it at all.

After reporting to Mrs. Huo.

Mrs. Huo said that her birthday was coming soon and asked Huo Beimo to take Wen Jiu home for the birthday party.

In fact, Grandma Huo is a Buddhist and has not held a birthday party for several years. This year, she made an exception and prepared a small banquet for relatives and friends.

"Grandma's birthday is tomorrow night. Let's go back to the main house for dinner together." Huo Beimo finally broke the deadlock.

Beside, Aunt Hao wiped the table with a smile.

The two of them had been ignoring each other for the past few days, and she, a 'CP fan,' was very anxious.

She was naturally happy when she finally saw Huo Beimo taking the initiative to speak and inviting Wen Jiu to the main house.

Is this the time to finally bring your wife into the family?

"Yeah." Wen Jiu replied calmly, but he still didn't want to raise his eyes to look at Huo Beimo.

Like an emotionless robot, doing things in a perfunctory manner.

Anyway, she just needs to cooperate with Huo Beimo to perform.

On the night of the old lady's birthday, Wen Jiu wore a light pink dress, which made her fair skin seem to be dyed with a layer of pink. She wore her hair in a gentle half-down braid, with the ends reaching her waist. So far, except for her lower belly, Except for the slight bulge that she used to have, she still doesn't look pregnant even when she wears clothes.

When she walked out in her dress, Huo Beimo's eyes flashed with an unnoticeable surprise.

Even if he averted his gaze, he still couldn't help but covet her from the corner of his eye.

"Let's go." He tilted his head, and when his Adam's apple slipped, he habitually loosened his collar to relieve the fever.

The two got into the car one after the other.

After Bai Hua sent the two of them to the main house, Wen Jiu looked at the gorgeous palace-like villas and was a little dumbfounded.

Poverty really limited her imagination. She knew that the Huo family was rich, but she didn't know that the Huo family was as rich as the country.

Realizing the gap between himself and Huo Beimo again, his inner inferiority quietly rose.

Although what Wen Yingying said didn't sound good, it was true.

Why does she, Wen Jiu, control a man with assets worth hundreds of billions?

Not to mention that Huo Beimo is not even interested in her anymore. Even if he really has feelings for her, how long can this feeling last? One year or two years?

For rich people, there are too many beautiful and individual women.

Just as the two were about to walk into the living room, Huo Beimo suddenly reached out and took Wen Jiu's hand.

She was a little nervous, and her palms were sweating.

When Huo Beimo felt the moisture in her palm, his thumb gently rubbed the back of her hand, as if to soothe her nervousness.