To My Dear Mr. Huo

Looking at the woman sleeping on the other side of the bed, she turned her back to him, her black hair covered her facial features, and her smooth shoulders were not covered by the quilt.

There was nothing else in the room except the smell of alcohol that had not yet dissipated. And that woman would still be sleeping soundly.

Huo Jinyao had no interest in guessing what happened after he was drunk yesterday. He was even less interested to think about how He Xuanyao designed it and how he took off his clothes.

Sneering, Huo Jinyao restrained the urge to strangle the woman. it is good. very nice.

Assuming it was on his head, he really underestimated the courage of the two brothers and sisters back home.

Without thinking about getting out of bed, Huo Jinyao found that his clothes were missing. The sneer at the corners of his lips deepened.

If he guessed correctly, will He Xuankai bring someone to arrest him?

It's really a good show. If he doesn't cooperate with one or two, how can he be worthy of such a painstaking plan by the He family brothers and sisters?

I looked around, but couldn't find my phone. Huo Jinyao directly used the room phone to ask someone to bring a set of clothes.

After hanging up the phone, he found that He Xuanyao on the bed seemed to be woken up by him, and he saw her body move.

woke up?

it is good. very good.

Huo Jinyao took two steps forward, stretched out his hand and clasped the damn woman's neck: He Xuanyao, you—

Hmm. A muffled sound rang out, and the familiar voice made Huo Jinyao let go.

The black hair spread out, revealing the delicate and fair little face below, which is not Su Qingsang?

Wife?

Su Qingsang was about to wake up and was caught by someone's neck. She coughed several times before she woke up and opened her eyes to look at Huo Jinyao.

What? Choking someone's neck in the morning? So you and that lady like to play with excitement like this?

Wife, why are you? Huo Jinyao quickly checked her neck and found that it was only a little red, and he was relieved when it was not serious.

Are you all right, wife? I didn't mean to. I just—

What are you? Su Qingsang slowed down and sat up. He glanced at Huo Jinyao, who was still naked: I really don't know, so you have such a hobby?

Wife, I don't. Huo Jinyao was taken aback and explained quickly, Wife. Listen to me, I thought you were He Xuanyao just now.

Huo Jinyao anxiously wanted to explain, Su Qingsang sat up straight. She didn't have any clothes under her, so she could only pull up the quilt to cover her body.

Yes. I know. You thought I was He Xuanyao. Not only did you come to open the room last night, but you also hugged me all night and kept calling He Xuanyao's name.

impossible.

Huo Jinyao shook his head, his face full of shock.

Su Qingsang sneered: Why is it impossible? Look at my hand.

She raised her hand, and there was a large piece of green on her arm. Huo Jinyao couldn't even care about defending himself, and hurried forward to see her hand injury.

What's wrong with your hand? How—

You did it.

Su Qingsang was not polite at all. Huo Jinyao's face was a little embarrassed: Isn't it?

Then you mean I deliberately hurt my hand to slander you?

Su Qingsang's anger hasn't subsided yet. Yesterday, she thought this guy was really drunk and drank too much.

How do you know that this person still has another move? After that He Xuanyao left, Huo Jinyao started in the middle of the night.

Even if he vomited, he vomited even if he vomited all over her. Those unpleasant smells stained her.

Su Qingsang never knew that Huo Jinyao would vomit even when he was drunk.

Two more. .