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

I have to say that Wen Jiu's smile is really high. With Huo Beimo's appearance, she could bear to remain expressionless. It wasn't until Ling Shuai came in that Wen Jiu waved to him.

"Why are you laughing?" Huo Beimo asked angrily.

"Where are you injured?"

Ling Shuai had already arrived. He did not respond to Huo Beimo's words, but first cared about his injury.

"This leg." Huo Beimo pointed to his right leg guiltily.

Instead, he rolled up his trousers.

I saw that the knee of his right leg was a little blue, and the skin was not even broken, but the skin on the elbow was a little broken.

Ling Shuai took a look, his face full of questions.

Wen Jiu on the side was also staring at Huo Beimo's leg, which was so intact that there was no external injury, with a suspicious look on his face.

"Beimo dragged his legs all the way back just now. Did he have internal injuries?" Wen Jiu asked nervously.

Ling Shuai glanced at Huo Beimo with a meaningful look. When the two men looked at each other, although they didn't say anything, they had made eye contact eight hundred times.

Huo Beimo's eyes were almost warning.

"Yes, it should be an internal injury. It hurts here." Huo Beimo pointed to his ankle.

Ling Shuai pretended to cough twice, then turned to Wen Jiu with a serious expression and said: "Xiao Jiu, Lao Huo's ankle is sprained. You must not move around for the past two days. It's best to lie down when eating and drinking. I'm afraid I might wake up at night." It’s not very convenient and requires someone to take care of it.”

Ling Shuai said while Huo Beimo nodded, seeming to be very satisfied with his cooperation.

Ling Shuai curled his thin scarlet lips.

Thinking about it, this guy finally got the idea? This is when I started chasing my wife.

He knew Hobeimo too well.

This guy looks proud on the surface, but in fact, the childhood shadow caused by his parents makes him very insecure about marriage and even women, so even if he likes it, he will not say it directly.

Sometimes I think about it, Huo Beimo's childhood was not much better than his.

Therefore, if Huo Beimo has someone to love, he will definitely support him in pursuing love.

even if...

Ling Shuai cast a forbearing glance at Wen Jiu from the corner of his eye, his Adam's apple slipped, and then he quickly looked away.

"Then...do you need any medicine or anything?"

"It is not necessary to apply medicine. You will recover after a few days of rest, so don't worry too much."

Wen Jiu breathed a sigh of relief. Just seeing Huo Beimo looking so painful and pitiful, he was a little worried that he would become a cripple.

After Ling Shuai left, Wen Jiu couldn't bear to leave Huo Beimo alone, so he helped him go up the stairs.

"Otherwise, you can ask Aunt Hao to come back and take care of you for a few days." Wen Jiu said as he walked.

At most, she helped Huo Beimo back to the room and was about to leave.

"If I call Aunt Hao over, grandma will know about my injury. She is 80 years old, and I don't want her to worry about it." Huo Beimo looked embarrassed.

When talking about Grandma Huo, Wen Jiu's little face indeed had a hint of sadness.

Grandma Huo was really kind to her. She was a rare person who gave her warmth. She didn't want Grandma Huo to be sad.

"then what should we do?"

"Can you stay tonight?" Huo Beimo's tone seemed to be pleading.

Wen Jiu's steps stiffened.

"Hiss..." Huo Beimo frowned deeply.

Wen Jiu turned his head and glanced at the gray-faced guy. Even if there was a thin dust of loess on his face and his hair was all loess, the outline of his facial features was still extremely beautiful, like a clay sculpture made by the hand of God.

After all, she was still a little worried and finally nodded in agreement.

After entering the bedroom, Wen Jiu directly supported Huo Beimo towards the bathroom.

Huo Beimo was very tired after walking all the way. He originally wanted to sit on the sofa for a while, but when he saw himself in the bathroom mirror, he was shocked.

So along the way, he was always talking to Wen Jiu in this image?

Damn it, no one from Yu Tingsheng or Ling Shuai reminded him.

Only then did he let go of Wen Jiu's shoulders.

Wen Jiu was calm, dusted off his shoulders, turned around and walked to the balcony.

She liked the balcony of Huo Beimo's house very much, and she thought that after leaving that day, she would never come to his house again.

She held her hand on the railing and blew in the cool late summer breeze.

Huo Beimo washed for a while before coming out of the bathroom. He was clean and refreshed. When he saw Wen Jiu, he started pretending to jump and walk again.

Wen Jiu heard the noise and then returned to the bedroom from the balcony. As a result, the guy was only wearing a pair of shorts. He was tall and tight, wide at the top and narrow at the bottom. Water droplets fell from the tips of his wet hair, sliding down his bulging chest. Abdominal muscles.

Boxer shorts, the size is just right, so you can definitely see the size clearly.

Wen Jiu felt as if he had walked into a beautiful men's magazine shooting scene. After a few seconds of staring straight ahead, his cheeks suddenly turned red.

She quickly closed her eyes and covered them with her hands.

"Mr. Huo, why don't you wear clothes?"

"I'm going to lie down directly... Please help me, I feel something's not right with my left leg. It would be bad if it's also sprained." Huo Beimo stood on the spot.

He raised his chin, with a wicked smile on his crimson lips.

Wen Jiu was worried that if this guy's left leg was broken, she wouldn't be able to hold him by then, so she hurriedly walked forward with her eyes closed.

It was clear that she had known Huo Beimo's position before she closed her eyes. As a result, within a few steps, her little face hit a soft wall.

When her head was on his chest, he grabbed her waist with both hands ambiguously, his voice was as gentle as spring rain, light and flirty. "Slow down...has the baby moved in the past two days?"

Wen Jiu forced himself to open his eyes, putting his head on his chest. What he saw with his head lowered was what he looked like after he woke up.

Her eyes widened in shock, and the next second she hurriedly raised her head, her blushing little face met Huo Beimo's sultry, drunken eyes.

He licked his thin lips and his Adam's apple slid.

"It only moved once that day and it was gone." Wen Jiu stuttered when he spoke.

"Yeah... let me touch it and see."

Huo Beimo's hand gently covered Wen Jiu's lower abdomen and touched it gently.

Wen Jiu clearly felt that Huo Beimo was different today, extremely wanton, and like a male animal in heat.

Could it be that he fell into a mud pit and fell stupid?

"Mr. Huo..." Wen Jiu's hand pressed down on his hand that was pressing her abdomen.

"Ok?"

"You should lie down first."

Wen Jiu took a step back, then took a step to the left, then took Huo Beimo's arm and helped him towards the bed.

After only taking two steps, Huo Beimo put his arm around her shoulders. It didn't look like she was supporting him, but more like he was holding her forward.

This time, in order to avoid falling on the bed with him, Wen Jiu took two steps back after helping him to the edge of the bed.

Instead, don't open your red face and secretly cool down your hot body.

She could feel that the man sitting on the edge of the bed was still scanning her body with his burning eyes.

Why is he like this?

Could it be that she had a problem with herself, so she thought there was something wrong with Huo Beimo?

Could it be that what she felt just now was just her imagination?