The sick and weak male supporting role holds the group favorite script

Huo Yuanji spread his hands, expressing that he didn't know.

The elders have always been talking about the marriage of the two families, but they will also inform him of the specific matters.

It was the first time that such a sudden attack and a press release was issued.

Xuan Ruoyu clicked on the news and found that Xuan Ruozhen changed her surname to Chen Ruozhen.

It seems that he can't wait to announce his identity to the world.

Xuan Ruoyu shrugged, "Uncle Huo, you already have a fiancé."

Huo Yuanji sneered, "Fake."

Xuan Ruoyu: "Is it really that important?"

Among wealthy families, interests are more important. Sometimes, you don't need to be too serious.

True or false is often a word from the superior.

In the upper class, in the face of interests, people can more clearly experience the warmth and coldness of human relationships and the vicissitudes of the world.

Huo Yuanji responded lightly, "It's important."

His tone was very light, very slow, still hoarse and lazy.

Xuan Ruoyu tasted another flavor from it - bewitchment.

Huo Yuanji's eyes shimmered, and he slowly approached him, "It's very important to me."

Xuan Ruoyu's heart skipped a beat for no reason.

Jump fast.

He put his hand on his heart.

This body has no heart disease and is very healthy.

In two lifetimes, he felt his heart beating so fast for the first time.

"You..." Xuan Ruoyu was a little speechless.

Obviously, they were still discussing the conspiracy of the wealthy family just now.

The painting style changed suddenly, and the surrounding air seemed to be stained with a layer of pink.

Unpredictable.

Xuan Ruoyu was about to open his mouth when suddenly the doorbell rang.

A familiar face appeared on the access control monitoring system.

It's Gao Haoyang.

"Your ex-boyfriend."

"Your great nephew."

The two voices sounded at the same time.

Xuan Ruoyu had the illusion that this man's speech had a sour taste.

Before he could think about it, Huo Yuanji stood up and spoke to the monitor, "What are you doing here?"

The voice was cold and distant.

Even with a little impatience.

"Uncle, let me come and see you." Gao Haoyang raised the thermos bucket in his hand and put it in front of the surveillance camera, "My mother made lotus root ribs soup, let me bring you some."

Gao Haoyang's mother is Huo Yuanji's cousin, Huo Yuanji's mother Yuan Bei's niece.

The relationship used to be very good, but recently, Yuan Bei basically stopped communicating with her relatives.

It's just that Huo Yuanji still keeps in touch with them.

When Yuan Bei was busy, she often forgot to arrange Huo Yuanji's three meals a day.

Huo Yuanji doesn't like to eat outside, he especially likes to eat at his cousin's house.

Now that Huo Yuanji is older, his cousin also cooks soup every now and then for Gao Haoyang to bring it over.

Huo Yuanji said coldly, "Put it at the door, I'll come down and get it later."

It turned out that the door was unwilling to open, and he didn't want to let him in.

Immediately, turn off the access control video.

Huo Yuanji turned his head and looked at Xuan Ruoyu.

Obviously didn't say anything, but Xuan Ruoyu felt very oppressed.

He subconsciously said, "Gao Haoyang and your fiance are just a couple."

Huo Yuanji raised his eyebrows, "Fake fiance."

After finishing speaking, he approached him, lowered his head slightly, and looked at him lazily, "You are the real one."

From such an angle, there is a condescending sense of sight.

It made his exquisite facial features more impactful, and the graceful arc between the brow bone and the bridge of the nose was perfectly presented in front of Xuan Ruoyu.

Xuan Ruoyu's mouth was a little dry.

The air in the room gradually picked up, and it was warm.

Just as Xuan Ruoyu was about to defend himself, the access control rang again.

Huo Yuanji clicked on it, and it was still Gao Haoyang.

"What else do you want to do?!"

This time the tone was very obviously impatient.

I didn't even bother to restrain myself, just such a blunt, chasing tone.

"It's nothing, little uncle, I heard that Ruoyu is here with you." Gao Haoyang said to the camera, "Uncle Xuan just called me and said that Ruoyu's phone couldn't get through. Let me tell you that Auntie is coming tonight Birthday, let him go back for dinner, Ruozhen will go back too."

Xuan Ruoyu was stunned when he heard the news.

He was in danger today, and immediately sent him home for dinner. I don't know what situation is waiting for him.

Gao Haoyang seemed to know that Xuan Ruoyu was beside him, and continued, "Tell Ruoyu that auntie spends her life together as a family in previous years, without outsiders. Auntie said that no matter what kind of illness Ruoyu has, It's his child, let him go back as much as possible. Between blood and blood, there is no overnight hatred."

Huo Yuanji was silent for a long time before he replied lightly, "Got it."

Turning his head again, he said with a half-smile, "He called you Ruoyu, what's your nickname?"

Xuan Ruoyu: "..."

"No, I don't have a good relationship with him at all, and it's not like you don't know."

These words seemed to smooth the hair on Huo Yuanji's body.

He lazily turned his head away.

Xuan Ruoyu put down her flat face and approached Huo Yuanji actively.

Suddenly remembered something, stopped, patted the cat fur on his body, then leaned up again, and whispered, "Uncle Huo, please drag him, let me go out for a while."

He was a head shorter than Huo Yuanji, stood on tiptoe, and leaned close to Huo Yuanji's ear.

The voice was intentionally kept low, but the breath carried a scent of juvenile hormones, which penetrated into the ears like a needle.

Auricles and necks are itchy.

Huo Yuanji turned his head, and found that the star-like eyebrows were close at hand.

Clean, agile and sparkling.

Like a cunning animal with a wonderful idea in mind.

Huo Yuanji lowered his eyes, and without changing his posture, he said coldly to the door guard, "You wait for me in the underground garage."

After speaking, press the unlock button.

The sound of unlocking came from the access control monitor, and Gao Haoyang entered.

"Do you need help?" Huo Yuanji asked.

"No need." Xuan Ruoyu smiled as he remembered what he had investigated.

Just as he was about to go out, he suddenly remembered something, turned his head and said to Huo Yuanji, "Mr. Huo, can you pay three months' salary in advance?"

Huo Yuanji: "How can I give it to you?"

Xuan Ruoyu: "WeChat."

The two scanned the QR code and added friends.

Huo Yuanji transferred the money.

Xuan Ruoyu received it and saw that it was a total of 100 million.

"It's too much." He clicked and wanted to return it.

Huo Yuanji stopped him, "I'm afraid you won't be enough, I'll pay you back what's left after you've finished."

Xuan Ruoyu didn't refuse anymore, and left through the back door after thanking her.

Gao Haoyang waited in the garage for half an hour before Huo Yuanji slowly appeared.

"Little uncle, why are you so slow?" Gao Haoyang stood a little numb holding the thermos.

The garage was stuffy and hot, and there were fine beads of sweat on his head.

After Huo Yuanji appeared, the air conditioner in the garage was turned on.

"Where's Ruoyu?" Looking around, he didn't find another person.

Huo Yuanji had a smile on his lips, but his voice was a bit cold, "Are you familiar with him?"

"Hey." I don't know if he was dazed by the heat, Gao Haoyang didn't notice the coolness in Huo Yuanji's tone, and he was a little complacent, "He has liked me for a long time, it seems that because of me, he has a little psychological problem, I I want to talk to him and enlighten him."

Huo Yuanji looked at him quietly, seemingly casually, but with a sense of sarcasm for no reason, "Stay away from him."

Gao Haoyang was flustered by his eyes, and wanted to open his mouth to explain something, but he didn't say a word.

After touching for about two or three hours, when Xuan Ruoyu came back, he saw Gao Haoyang cleaning the car in the garage.

Huo Yuanji was sitting in the living room drinking tea, and a tablet was placed on the low table beside him. On the tablet was the figure of Gao Haoyang trying to clean the car.

Huo Yuanji: "Aren't you looking for him?"

Xuan Ruoyu held a bouquet of chrysanthemums in his hand and said with a smile, "Don't panic, let him rub it for a while."

Huo Yuanji glanced at the chrysanthemum in his hand, it was white, like a special species for going to graves.

Xuan Ruoyu explained, "Don't you want to go back to eat? You can't empty your hands. Bring them some gifts, so that they won't be too busy and always miss me."