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

Although she didn't know where Wen Nanzhi got the ten million, she always knew that Wen Nanzhi was capable.

Probably like her, she gave up something to get the money.

The only thing the poor can give up is their dreams and dignity.

Her brother had fought tooth and nail for her freedom, and she had no reason not to want it.

Wen Nanzhi is the person she can always truly rely on.

"Don't worry, I will give birth to the baby. If you are worried about grandma's health, we can not rush to get the divorce certificate and cooperate with you in acting when you need it. Of course, if you are in a hurry to get a divorce, I will be available at any time."

After all, Grandma Huo was really kind to her, and she didn't want her 80-year-old to be irritated.

No matter what the reason was, Huo Beimo had been helping her when she was in the most difficult time, and she would never forget this kindness. However, she really couldn't stay with him anymore.

It would be okay if she had no feelings for this man, but now, she was too afraid of the feeling of being in the same room with him.

I'm really afraid that if I can't control it, the fact that I like him will spill out of my eyes.

Huo Beimo held her arm, but couldn't say a word for a long time.

If Wen Jiu paid back the money, what reason would he have to force others to cooperate in acting? He doesn't want to be responsible for her life, but he still forces her to be by his side. Is he still a man?

"Return the card to your brother. As I said, you don't need to pay back the money and you can choose your life freely." Huo Beimo handed the card to Wen Jiu again.

But she refused to ask for anything.

She doesn't want to owe anyone anything.

Fortunately, Wen Jiu didn't have much luggage. The heavy things she brought from home were all painting tools. After moving to Huo's house, she had gradually moved the painting tools to the studio. The remaining personal items and some clothes were A backpack and a bag are enough.

"Mr. Huo, I've already called a taxi. Let's go first."

Wen Jiu said, carrying a backpack and carrying a woven bag downstairs.

When she was at Huo's house, she didn't take away any of the clothes, jewelry, or even big-name skin care products that Huo Beimo bought for her.

Seeing that delicate figure leaving resolutely, Huo Beimo hesitated to speak, only feeling that his whole body was more irritable than ever before.

When she went downstairs, he punched the wall. His hand was so painful that it was numb, but he still couldn't take away the feeling of pain in his heart.

In the living room, Aunt Hao saw Wen Jiu carrying luggage downstairs alone, and asked unexpectedly: "Young mistress, where are you going with so many things?"

"I will go back to my parents' house for a while. Thank you Aunt Hao for taking care of me during this period."

Wen Jiu nodded slightly and strode out of the luxurious hall.

Aunt Hao was impatient.

But after all, Wen Jiu said she was going back to her parents' home, and she had no reason not to let her go back. She could only look towards the stairs, but she still didn't see Huo Beimo chasing him down.

It wasn't until more than ten minutes after Wen Jiu left that Huo Beimo came down from upstairs. He said to Aunt Hao calmly: "Aunt Hao, Xiao Jiu recently returned to his parents' home. I don't need to take care of you. You can go back to grandma."

"Master, you didn't quarrel with the young mistress, did you? Aunt Hao still said the same thing, women are made of water, they have to be coaxed!"

Aunt Hao, the second CP fan, was so worried that she frowned. "Don't worry, I will keep the old lady safe when I get back. You should seize the time to bring the young lady back."

"Yeah." Huo Beimo said absentmindedly.

On the balcony of Villa No. 7, Ling Shuai held red wine in his hand and watched Wen Jiu leave with his luggage. Then, he saw Huo Beimo wandering on the road in the community for a long time.

In the end, Huo Beimo did not chase him out, but returned to the villa.

Later, even Aunt Hao left.

The family became the same as before, and only Hobeimo was left alone.

Huo Beimo has moved out of the main house and lived alone for several years. He always thought that he liked to be alone and didn't like to be disturbed. But why did his heart feel so empty like a bottomless pit that cannot be filled when Wen Jiu left? It felt so uncomfortable. .

Why is this happening?

Maybe it's just that the house is more lively during this period, and suddenly everyone is gone, and he is not used to it for the time being?

Habits are scary things, but how could a habit of just one or two months change his habit of being alone for many years?

He believes that his original habits can be changed quickly.

Among the brothers, Huo Beimo rarely took the initiative to send a message.

Huo Beimo: [Brothers, come to my house to drink and have fun tonight. 】

Drive away the sense of desolation in the house and remove all traces of that woman's existence. When you wake up tomorrow, everything will definitely be restored.

Lu Xingyu and others were shocked when they saw the group message.

Lu Xingyu: [Lao Huo, where did you make the wrong move? Didn't you never let us go to your house? Since when did you enjoy the excitement? 】

Yin Shaokang: [I must have had a quarrel with my sister-in-law. I bet that my sister-in-law must have been so angry that she ran back to her parents' house, so he invited us over to have fun. 】

Xia Zhiyu: [It’s been the first time in so long that I’ve been invited to Lao Huo’s house... Brothers, let’s go! ! 】

Only Ling Shuai said nothing, but was the first to arrive at Huo Beimo's house carrying the famous wine he had collected for a long time.

After that, several other brothers arrived one after another.

"Lao Ling, you are actually willing to take out the liquor that you have collected for so long? But what are you doing with this? We don't drink liquor. A glass like Lao Huo's can't be done by drinking two cans of beer at most. You still Bring some liquor." Lu Xingyu was about to cry with laughter.

I saw that Huo Beimo's house was deserted. He had obviously invited everyone to come to the party, but he had not prepared anything. Moreover, something was obviously wrong.

So, Lu Xingyu called to order takeout and asked the merchant to send a few boxes of cold beer.

Soon, the table in the courtyard was filled with food and wine.

Huo Beimo doesn't drink well. He doesn't drink alcohol under normal circumstances. Occasionally, he can only drink some beer or some red wine.

When friends came to the house, Huo Beimo didn't say a word.

Lu Xingyu usually looked carefree, but when he saw that Huo Beimo was really in a bad mood, he stopped joking.

He took the initiative to open a bottle of cold beer and handed it to Huo Beimo.

Unexpectedly, he did not take the beer that Lu Xingyu handed him, but opened the high-strength liquor that Ling Shuai brought.

The brothers stared at Huo Beimo with strange eyes.

Only Ling Shuai took a sip of cold beer and seemed to be expecting Huo Beimo to drink liquor.

After Huo Beimo filled a glass of white wine, he poured it into his mouth like crazy.

A burning sensation slid down his throat, choking him to the point of suffocation. For a moment, his whole body seemed to be on fire.

But why, such strong liquor, didn't drive away Wen Jiu's figure in his mind.

On the contrary, her innocent little face was enlarged in my mind, as clear as if she was standing right in front of me.

"Lao Huo, do you want to die? How about drinking such a large glass of liquor?" Lu Xingyu realized the seriousness of the matter.

He hurriedly grabbed the cup from Hobeimo's hand.