After Marrying the Villain, I Became Popular

The water droplets that fell from Huo Yu's hair were icy cold, but his lips were hot, as if tenderness and strength were intertwined, making Xia Wan's muscles tense unconsciously.

"What?" Huo Yu gave a low laugh, looked down at Xia Wan, and pushed him against the desk, "Are you scared?"

Following the movement of speaking, a drop of cold water slipped down Xia Wan's neck, and swam around. Walking into the depths of the collar, it seemed to bring indescribable intimacy.

"I'm not afraid." Xia Wan pursed her lips and looked up at Huo Yu.

Huo Yu didn't speak any more, just raised his hand to push away the laptop and documents on the desk, then held Xia Wan's waist with both hands, and put him on the desk with only a little force.

Xia Wan's lips were much redder than before, her eyes were much moister than before, and her voice was much more charming than when she stood by the door.

His bathrobe was hooked by the corner of the table, and the robe was untied, revealing a pair of thin white legs without any cover, which seemed to be done on purpose.

But this time Huo Yu didn't laugh at him, he bowed his head and kissed him silently, full of pressure.

Xia Wan raised her head, hooked one hand around Huo Yu's neck, and inserted the other into his wet black hair.

Through the misty moisture, he could see Huo Yu's emerald eyebrows and drooping eyes, stained with a damp breath, making him look younger.

That casual homey atmosphere also made him more handsome and sexier.

Huo Yu's hands were very beautiful, like green bamboo, white jade in color, and healthy-colored nails, which looked safe and harmless, but when they touched Xia Wan's skin, that was not the case at all.

It's like picking up a string of sparks, and it's like carrying a string of electric currents. It's extremely exciting, making people want to twist and dodge, and also want to cling softly.

"Young master." Xia Wan couldn't help calling out, and raised her head to kiss Huo Yu's sexy Adam's apple.

"En." Huo Yu replied, his voice was hoarse, not as stable as usual, let alone the usual coldness.

Huo Yu like this is a little fascinating.

"Young Master." Xia Wan couldn't help calling out again.

Huo Yu looked up at him, with a faint smile on his brows, and then he raised his hand and opened the desk drawer, took out a bottle from it, and squeezed something on his fingertips with one hand.

"Do you want to be here?" The coolness was melted by the hot enthusiasm, and Xia Wan's voice became a little intermittent, with a nasal sound, making Huo Yu's eyes darker and darker, unable to see the end.

Huo Yu likes the feeling of being able to "give".

"Don't you want to play something exciting?" He smiled lightly, deliberately misinterpreting Xia Wan's words, "There is not enough here?"

Xia Wan didn't speak, but buried her face in Huo Yu's neck, and took a bite moderately.

Like melted butter, without its own backbone, but piping hot and sweet.

I don't know how Huo Yu endured it, but Xia Wan couldn't bear it anymore.

"Young Master," he said breathlessly, "It's fine."

Huo Yu's movements paused, and he raised his eyes. His eyelashes were wet with sweat, so beautiful that even the most dexterous paintbrush in the world could hardly copy them.

Xia Wan looked at those eyes for a moment, and kissed them involuntarily.

In an instant, many pictures flashed through my mind.

Xia Wan remembered that the first time she saw these eyes was at the engagement banquet between Huo Lin and Qiu Qi.

Even though he was so embarrassed at that time, even though his eyes were cold and heavy, he was still shocked at that time.

Later, after knowing Huo Yu's identity, he also had a sense of fear towards him.

I'm afraid that he will go crazy, and that he will use those extreme and extreme methods like in the book.

At that time, he seldom thought about what he had experienced, but only regarded him as a symbol to be on guard. He stretched out his hand to pull him, and at first it was just to protect himself from embarrassment...

However, if God could give him another chance, he would kiss him without hesitation like now, and pull him out of the cold lake where there was only one person.

Because as long as someone is willing to give him a gentle pull, he can be kinder and better than anyone else, and let the other party get extraordinary rewards.

Even if Xia Wan's strength is small, it's okay.

The desk gradually shook, making a slight creaking sound, faster and faster.

The moment Xia Wan's toes tensed and straightened, Huo Yu hugged him up.

The curtains in Huo Yu's bedroom are dark, with white window screens, which tightly block the light from outside.

Xia Wan couldn't tell the time in such light.

He opened his eyes in a daze, and then sank down heavily.

The back of Xia Wan's head was pressed, her forehead was pressed against the other's chest, and the top of her hair was pressed against the other's chin, as if the whole person was nailed into the other's arms.

In a daze, he drew a picture in his mind. In the picture, the person hugging him tightly in this posture showed a strong possessive desire everywhere.

But inexplicably, Xia Wan was neither cramped nor depressed, but only felt an extreme sense of warmth and security from it.

Satisfied, he leaned forward and pressed his lips against the scar on Huo Yu's chest.

In the dark light, the scar was not too obvious, and it was slightly rough when rubbed on the lips.

"Are you awake?" Huo Yu's deep and pleasant voice came from above his head, and the hand on the back of Xia Wan's head also slowly moved down, gently pinching the back of his neck.

"En." Xia Wan lazily replied, wrapped her arms around Huo Yu's waist, and buried her whole body in his arms.

Huo Yu smiled lightly, then turned over, wrapped Xia Wan under his body again, and lowered his head to find his lips.

This kiss is very gentle, almost lips to lips, only occasionally very gentle sucking. Kissing.

"Master, are you comfortable?" Xia Wan bent her eyes, then raised her chin, wanting to bite Huo Yu's lips.

Huo Yu didn't speak, but raised his head slightly to avoid his kiss.

Unconvinced, Xia Wan chased after him again, but Huo Yu looked at him and hid again like a dog.

"Hmph!" Xia Wan couldn't ask for it, she raised her hand and pushed on Huo Yu's chest, making a gesture to get up to leave, but Huo Yu grabbed her wrist and pulled her into her arms.

"Comfortable." Huo Yu said.

"Then you didn't answer just now?" Xia Wan was angrily.

"If you answer too early," Huo Yu laughed, "won't you not be able to see how cute you are now?"

It was the first time for both of them to taste the taste of fireworks in the world, so they couldn't help but be a little bit unable to stop.

Just as he was making noise, Huo Yu's phone suddenly vibrated on the ground.

Xia Wan remembered that when the two of them were in the middle of their passion last night, Huo Yu seemed to have swept the vibrating phone down to the bed.

"Hurry up and answer the phone." He pushed Huo Yu away, lying on the edge of the bed panting and laughing, "Today is a working day, maybe there is business."

Huo Yu finally kindly let him go. He stepped on the carpet with bare feet, pulled off his pajamas and draped them over his body, and tied a knot at his waist leisurely before bending over to pick up the phone.

The silk pajamas perfectly outlined his excellent body proportions, Xia Wan could imagine the direction of every muscle in his body, and could also remember the feeling of flicking her fingers on it.

He swallowed unconsciously, and secretly stroked the fingertips that still had Huo Yu's body temperature.

The appearance of Huo Yu answering the phone was different from the previous appearance, very steady, with downcast eyebrows and straight mouth corners.

"It's nothing." He said, "I got up late."

Listening to his answer, Xia Wan couldn't help twitching the corners of her mouth. After a moment of silence, she heard him say again: "Let him be sent home."

"Is there anything wrong with the company?" By the time Huo Yu hung up the phone, Xia Wan had already put on her pajamas, and was sitting on the edge of the bed watching him quietly, "Go to work if you have anything to do."

Huo Shi just took it back not long ago, and it was the busiest time. I was lazy for a day and didn't know that it would take a few days to make up for it.

"I won't go today." Huo Yu said, looking at Xia Wan's slightly open pajama collar, "I'll stay with you at home."

"But I still have to go to class." Xia Wan immediately said unconscionably.

"I'll ask Su Tang to ask for leave for you." Huo Yu said, bowing his head and tapping on the screen.

Seeing his serious look, Xia Wan felt a little funny.

He rested his chin, and couldn't help but tease: "Eldest young master, do you have to ask for leave every time in the future?"

He also said, "If you come here once a day, won't you have to go to school and work?"

Huo Yu glanced sideways at him with a serious expression.

But under Xia Wan's smiling gaze, the corners of his mouth soon turned up helplessly.

Although he didn't have to go to the company, Huo Yu's work was still busy.

After breakfast, Huo Yu went to the third floor to deal with some urgent matters, while Xia Wan took the opportunity to go back to her room and turn on the live broadcast platform.

After the promotional season, the studio fell into unprecedented busyness, and Xia Wan hadn't arranged a live broadcast for a while.

Because there is a special after-sales entrance, most of his backstage messages are fans saying "I miss you" and "When will the live broadcast" be said.

Xia Wan looked at it for a while, and when she was about to close the window, an unexpected message popped out of her sight.

[Xiao Yueyue: Brother, are you the up-and-coming painter "w" who has become very popular recently? 】

Xia Wan's eating and broadcasting account is "w. Hungry, Fanfan", and the one dedicated to painting is "Little w". Similarly, on every painting handed over to Langqiao, he only signed A lowercase "w".

And on the "Little w" account, he has never concealed the fact that he is the signed artist "w" of Langqiao.

Some buyers left messages or private messages on his account before, hoping to avoid Langqiao and do private transactions with him.

However, they were politely rejected by Xia Wan.

When she saw this message, Xia Wan was slightly taken aback, thinking that she accidentally cut the wrong account.

But then he realized that the other messages were actually normal.

This message is very popular, there are very tall buildings built below, many people have asked the same question, some people asked who "painter w" is, asking for directions, and some people have not been verified by him himself, just Already blowing rainbow farts.

Xia Wan pursed her lips, carefully scrolled down the comments, and found that netizens posted a lot of comparison pictures in the building.

One of the sets is a screenshot of his live broadcast, while the other set for comparison is the "Hornless Unicorn" that he just sold on the official website of Langqiao.

At first glance, his live broadcast picture has nothing to do with that painting, but if you look carefully, you can find that in the screenshot of the live broadcast, there was a small piece of canvas on the right side behind Xia Wan, which is similar to "The Hornless" In the lower left corner of "Unicorn", compared with the image recognition software, the coincidence rate reached 90.00%.

Xia Wan couldn't help but laugh when she saw the details of the deep-cracking in the building, and wondered if all the netizens had titanium alloy eyes.

They were able to notice such a fuzzy corner, and not only noticed, but also used it to solve the problem.

In fact, he didn't want to hide these things, but he never felt the need to say them.

After all, the two industries span a huge gap, and he also likes a quieter and purer environment for painting.

Xia Wan was silent for a moment, clicked the mouse lightly, and was thinking about how to reply so that the impact would be less, when the phone suddenly vibrated by her hand.

Su Tang sent a message in the group, specifically circled Xia Wan.

[Little Sweet Tangguo: @大碗甜茶孙白江 just held a press conference, go and see. 】

[Big bowl of sweet tea: What does Sun Baijiang's press conference have to do with me? 】

Confused, Xia Wan quit the live broadcast software and opened Weibo casually.

There have been several hot searches on Weibo, "Sun Baijiang Huo Yu", "so miserable" and "distressed".

Xia Wan frowned. Although she didn't know whether these three words were related, she also knew that she hated Huo Yu's name and Sun Baijiang's name together.

He pointed to the entry "Sun Baijiang Huo Yu" and saw the corresponding video. Naturally, there was no Huo Yu in the video, and only Sun Baijiang was facing the microphone.

Although it was just a frozen picture, the heavy breath on Sun Baijiang's body seemed to pierce the screen and rushed towards him.

Xia Wan's heart slowly became heavy, and he unconsciously raised his eyes to glance at the ceiling.

Above his head was exactly Huo Yu's study.

The author has something to say:

Huo Yu only likes staying late, it has nothing to do with others

In fact, there is no deliberate stamp, it is indeed that I can write as much as I can

I thought I could write more today, because I didn’t have a lunch break, so I wrote a little bit at noon. As a result, my head was heavy from afternoon to night, and the efficiency was super low, so I couldn’t write more without a lunch break, QAQ