After Marrying the Villain, I Became Popular

The ward had been specially remodeled, so the lights were a little dimmer than other places. Huo Yu put the flowers on the coffee table before raising his hand and pushing open another door.

The nurse was feeding Huo Chuan to dinner, when he heard the movement, he raised his eyes: "You are..."

She felt that this person looked a little familiar, as if she had seen it somewhere, and after a while of recognition, she remembered that the person was the eldest grandson of the Huo family who had only shown his face once.

At that time, Huo Yu was much more immature than now, wearing simple jeans and a white shirt, and the side profile was so elegant that people couldn't take their eyes off it.

So she was not able to connect with this young man in front of her with a sense of calmness in every gesture in the first place.

"Eldest Young Master." The nurse quickly stood up, then lowered his head and said to Huo Chuan, "Master, Eldest Young Master has come to see you."

When Huo Chuan heard this, he turned his head slowly, the corner of his mouth still had the soup that had just overflowed, and he was no longer as shrewd as before.

"You go out." Huo Yu said, "I'll come."

"Yes." The nurse put the rest of the meal on the bedside cabinet and walked out without a word.

"Yu...er..." Huo Chuan tremblingly raised his dead branch-like hand from the quilt, looked sideways with his mouth twitching, and squeezed out each word with difficulty, "You..."

Huo Yu stepped forward, held that hand, put it back into the thin quilt, and said softly, "I'm back."

Huo Chuan swallowed, his eyes widened and he stared fixedly at his face. He didn't feel the joy of reunion after a long absence, but seemed sad and wary.

"Why?" Huo Yu looked back at him heavily, then twitched the corners of his mouth and smiled vaguely: "Grandpa doesn't welcome me?"

As he spoke, he held the remaining half bowl of soup in his hand, and stirred it with a spoon with his downcast eyes.

"Can you..." Huo Chuan popped out four words half a year ago, and leaned against the pillow again to gasp.

Huo Yu brought a spoonful of soup to his lips, and Huo Chuan closed his lips tightly, as if he would never open his mouth if he didn't agree to his unfinished request.

Huo Yu looked at him for a moment, then said in a low and indifferent voice, "I can't."

Huo Chuan turned his head abruptly, disregarding that the spoonful of soup was all spilled on his bedding and shoulders, he stared angrily at Huo Yu and remained motionless.

"No." Huo Yu said again, looking down at the soup slowly leaving dark marks on the snow-white cloth, and a few egg flowers winding on it, he repeated it again, even with a strong tone in his tone. Malice and schadenfreude.

"You unworthy descendant." Huo Chuan's tone seemed to be the power of an outburst of anger, "I really regret it..."

A severe cough interrupted his words. Huo Yu remained motionless, watching his cheeks and eyes blushing, and then raised one corner of his mouth, and said slowly: "I really regret raising me. Do you really regret not killing me then?"

Seeing that Huo Chuan was about to lose his breath, he still took his time and played with the thin white spoon in that jade-like hand, making a crisp knocking sound, which added a bit of weirdness to the lifeless ward. of freshness and vitality.

"What are you afraid of?" He asked with a smile, those deep eyes are like bottomless black holes, even though the shape is so beautiful, it still makes Huo Chuan feel afraid, "You can tell me slowly what you are afraid of, maybe If I'm in the mood, I'll try to make them all happen."

"You!" Huo Chuan didn't bring it up in one breath, his eyes darkened, and he stopped.

Huo Yu lowered his eyes to look at him for a moment, as if he found his embarrassment a bit funny, but at the same time he seemed to find it very ironic.

He slowly put the soup bowl back, and slowly wiped his hands with a paper towel before getting up and pressing the call at the bedside.

However, after only half a morning, Xia Wan has already fallen in love with his campus life. In fact, this is the life he has dreamed of for a long time.

After lunch, everyone climbed into bed to prepare for lunch break.

Xia Wan didn't sleep well last night, and was in a daze when she heard Fu Ling, who was head to head with her, called softly: "Wanwan."

"Huh?" Xia Wan turned over and saw Fu Ling lying on the bed, looking at her with eyes full of embarrassment.

"What's the matter?" Xia Wan stared at Fu Ling and asked softly into Fu Ling's eyes.

"Borrow some money and use it." Fu Ling said in a low voice.

It's simple, Xia Wan has nothing but a lot of money, he was about to ask the amount straightforwardly, but then he remembered that he was different from the past.

"How much?" he asked, his voice light and ethereal.

"Two thousand." Fu Ling asked, "Is that all right?"

Xia Wan pursed her lips. He had just settled his assets at noon, and it was only about [-], which was probably his pocket money for a month.

"A discount?" he asked.

"How much discount?" Fu Ling moved forward to collect it.

Xia Wan hesitated for a moment, then stretched out a finger silently.

Fu Ling glared at him, and then stretched out a finger, but it was just a finger that poked Xia Wan's forehead.

"After Tangtang and his aunt finished talking on the phone, I'll ask Tangtang to borrow it," Fu Ling said softly, "His aunt spoils him so much that she will give him an extra pocket money every month."

They were chattering, and Su Tang finally hung up the phone after talking for a long time.

Seeing two people looking at him, he lowered his voice a little confused: "Did I disturb you?"

"No," Fu Ling said, "I want to ask you to borrow some money. My grandfather's [-]th birthday is next week. I want to give him a massage chair, but it's almost there. Do you have any?"

Su Tang shook his head in a bold posture that Xia Wan envied, and asked, "How much."

"Two thousand." Fu Ling stretched out two fingers.

"No problem." Su Tang picked up the phone, and within two seconds, Fu Ling's phone vibrated.

"Tangtang," Fu Ling glanced at him and asked, "Did you make a wrong turn, why did you give me three thousand?"

"It's better to buy something for my grandfather." Su Tang said arrogantly.

Fu Ling was so touched that he wished he could fly to the opposite side to hug Su Tang: "Father."

Su Tang laughed, and for some reason, she looked to one side as if she was a bit on guard against Shen Xing.

Xia Wan and Fu Ling slept head to head, while Su Tang and Shen Xing slept foot to foot. Seeing that Shen Xing was breathing evenly with headphones on, Su Tang whispered, "That's not because you just happened to be in time. , My aunt just sent me a pocket money."

Su Tang's aunt is famous for caring for him much more than his parents did for him. Needless to say, pocket money, daily food and clothing, has been sent here almost non-stop since childhood.

"Your aunt is so kind." Fu Ling envied, "It must be because you are so cute that she loves you so much."

"I'm cute because I'm cute, but," Su Tang said, he glanced at Shen Xing's direction again, "My aunt loves me not only because of this."

The three of them were chatting, and their energy gradually became full. Fu Ling and Xia Wan looked at Su Tang with their heads on their heads.

Su Tang seemed a little hesitant, but after a while he still said: "Actually, my aunt gave birth to a little cousin after my cousin, who is only one month younger than me."

"Why haven't I heard you say it?" Fu Ling was curious.

Indeed, Su Tang often mentioned his aunt and cousin in the dormitory, but he never mentioned his little cousin once.

Speaking of this, Su Tang's expression darkened a bit, and after a while he said: "When I was two years old, my cousin got lost."

There was a moment of silence in the dormitory. Seeing Su Tang's gloomy expression, Fu Ling quickly pinched the corner of the quilt to apologize: "I'm sorry, I blamed me for asking too much."

"It's nothing." Su Tang waved his hand, "It's been seventeen or eighteen years."

"Have you not found it for so many years?" Xia Wan had just left her family, and hearing this was especially uncomfortable.

"My aunt and uncle almost turned over the ground." Su Tang sighed, "I don't know why, my cousin disappeared as if out of thin air. At that time, the monitoring system was not as developed as it is now. Anyway, after so many years , just can’t find it.”

"Then your aunt put all her love for your little cousin on you." Fu Ling said.

Su Tang nodded.

At this time, there was a buzzing sound from Shen Xing's mobile phone, and Su Tang just kept silent and said nothing more.

After class in the afternoon, Xia Wan went to the restaurant for the first time with the three of them in the dormitory. After that, Fu Ling went out to be a tutor, Shen Xing went to boxing, and Su Tang was picked up by his aunt.

For a while, Xia Wan was the only one left in the dormitory.

Taking advantage of the quiet moment, he sat at the desk and concentrated on sorting out his materials.

Previous works, painting tools, chat records, communication records, phone book, social software contacts, including an account registered by the original owner on a short video platform.

It is an account dedicated to recording my painting life, but after only two or three paintings, the freshness will be dusted once it wears off.

Xia Wan pondered for a moment facing the computer screen, and felt that this thing could be used again.

He didn't dare to say anything else, but painting didn't bother him.

Before transmigrating, his grandfather and elder brother ran a world-renowned jewelry company, and his mother was a well-known painter in the world. Even if he painted a few strokes casually, it would be worth a lot of money, not to mention that his father was also an expert in archaeology. famous professor.

As for beauty, he has been infiltrated since he was a child.

Not to mention, he has been with his mother since he was a child, not to mention that he has a very high talent in painting. During the countless days when he can't go out, he spends with the drawing board in his hand.

Painting is as natural to him as breathing.

In addition, he also wanted to register an account dedicated to eating and broadcasting.

This idea came to my mind when I saw the original owner's video account.

Eating is so enjoyable, and after eating, maybe he can bring goods like the anchors he has seen before. It can not only fill his stomach but also have a chance to make money, why not do it?

But if he really wants to register now, he will inevitably hesitate.

After all, Huo Lin's incident yesterday was quite a disturbance. Although he is not afraid of trouble, if those people who were present yesterday recognized him or were taken advantage of by someone with a heart, it would inevitably cause another disturbance.

He put his palms together, hesitating for a moment.

If you really want to cooperate with Huo Yu in the future, it's better to discuss this matter with him.

The money on my body is not too much, but it is enough to live on. There is no particularly important information in the chat history and various social accounts. There are still a few painting tools and stocks...

After Xia Wan sorted out everything, she picked up the original owner's board and tried it out.

Everything else is average, but the original owner's tools are considered professional, and he has only been familiar with them for a while, and he is already very comfortable.

The shape of a crane gradually appeared on the screen. It soared in the air, its wings spread obliquely, like two sharp fans, and its head and long and thin legs drew strong and powerful lines.

Like a sword across the sky.

"Wanwan," Xia Wanzheng was so absorbed in painting that he didn't know when Su Tang would come back. He stood behind him in a daze, "It's only a day or two, how did your painting skills improve so much?"

Xia Wan stopped what she was doing and turned her head to look at him: "Maybe there are gains and losses?"

"That's not fair," Su Tang sat down next to him, muttering, "You lose the dross and get the essence, isn't one Huo Yu enough?"

"Envious?" Xia Wan laughed.

"I'm jealous." Su Tang said unabashedly, "Tell me quickly, how did you get through the two veins of Ren and Du?"

"It's not that exaggerated," Xia Wan gave up his position so that Su Tang could see more clearly.

In order not to be too different from the original owner's level, he deliberately restrained himself a bit when he wrote, "Look carefully, there are still many things that can be improved."

Su Tang looked at the screen for a moment in doubt.

"It seems so." He whispered.

But at first glance, this painting is indeed almost perfect, especially the proportions are almost impeccable.

He was puzzled for a moment and then came to his senses: "I see, Huo Yu must have pointed you out overnight, right?"

Said that Cao Cao Cao Cao arrived, just as Su Tang finished speaking, Huo Yu called.

"Tsk." He smiled meaningfully, and stepped into the bathroom.

"Hello." Xia Wan picked up the phone, a little confused, didn't they just leave today?

"Is it convenient for Fang to spare time tomorrow night?" Huo Yu asked.

On the weekend the day after tomorrow, under normal circumstances, after class on Friday afternoon, Xia Wan will go home to accompany Xia Chengzhang.

"Is there anything wrong?" Xia Wan asked, "I'm going home to accompany my dad tomorrow."

"I'll see you off tomorrow night," Huo Yu said in a deep voice, "but before that, I'll take you to meet your parents."

"See... see what?" Xia Wan stammered, "Isn't it too soon?"

"Not fast," came a low laugh from the opposite side, and Huo Yu said in a low voice, "I confirmed the relationship last night, and I will meet the parents today. The rhythm is just right."

"Who confirmed the relationship with you?" Xia Wan secretly looked in the direction of the bathroom.

"I'll review the agreement with you tomorrow, okay?" Huo Yu asked. Along with his voice, there was a soft "click", like the sound of a lighter.

"Do you have any requirements for meeting your parents?" Xia Wan asked.

"There's no requirement," Huo Yu said, "as long as you can do whatever you want with Zhou Shui, and be unscrupulous."

"Oh." Xia Wan understood. Although he didn't know how Huo Yu knew about Zhou Shui, he had a clear conscience and didn't take it to heart.

He patted his chest confidently, "Don't worry, leave it to me."