Chapter 67

At seven o'clock in the evening, Ann arrived at Jinhua hotel according to the address given by Bai Jie. Su Meiwei and Bai Jie were already in the box. When she came in, the atmosphere changed strangely.

"Happy birthday, Xiaoyu." Ann sent his gift, sincerely hope to repair the relationship between the two people.

Su Meiwei raised her eyelids and glanced: "after climbing Huo tingshen, do you still give me such a cheap thing?"

She raised her hand and pushed her clothes to the floor. She stepped in front of ANN and said, "or do you look down on me? Hit me in the face with this junk on purpose? "

Peace of mind like a knife: "Huo and I are not what you think, we just..."

"Come on! Shut up Su Meiwei put her hands around her shoulders, and sneered at Ann with her chin, "green tea bitch!"

As soon as Ann's face turned white, she staggered back a few steps, and her brain became dizzy: "you..."

"Xiaoyu, you've gone too far!" Bai Jie's face changed, she reached out to pull her, "stop it!"

"Am I wrong? The front foot wants to match me and Huo tingshen, and the back foot climbs onto his bed! Who do you think is a fool? " Su Meiwei stares at an and sneers, "why do you want to pretend to be a little white flower? Hortensen is not here

"Bang!"

The door was pushed open. Huo Ting stood at the door, wrapped in anger. His eyes looked like a knife that had been frozen for thousands of years, sweeping coldly.

Su Meiwei's face turned pale and shivered uncontrollably. She leaned against Bai Jie.

Huo tingshen came step by step. He walked very slowly, but his prestige swept into the box like a tornado. When he came to Ann's side, he saw her pale face, one hand holding the wall, and her body was about to fall. He was immediately distressed and annoyed.

If he didn't just pass by here, he didn't know that his little wife had suffered so much.

"If it wasn't small, I wouldn't have looked at you more!" He looked at Su Meiwei, "compared with her, you are nothing!"

Su Meiwei bites her lips and doesn't speak. Her eyes are rolling and unwilling, but she doesn't dare to refute Huo tingshen.

"Enough!" With a low roar, Ann turned and ran out. The door of the box slammed shut.

She ran aimlessly in the noisy street, tears like rain, until the whole world became fuzzy.

Her hands on her knees, tears drop by drop hit the ground.

Her shoulders kept twitching. The whole person was trembling and her heart was aching. She cried and laughed: "green tea bitch..."

Xiaoyu said she was a "green tea whore", her most cherished friend and sister.

Under the streetlight, she laughed bitterly, like a knife inserted into Huo tingshen's chest, and stirred a few times.

He has been not far behind, let her vent, do not disturb her.

But at this time, he just wanted to rub people into his arms and take good care of them.

Ann cried tired, sitting on the side of the road, staring at the endless stream of the road in a daze.

"Drink some water." Hortensen took the mineral water and handed it to her.

Ann didn't answer. Her eyes followed the mineral water and stopped on Huo tingshen's face. Her tone was indifferent and alienated. "Don't follow me."

She got up to leave, lonely back like a wandering child.

Huo tingshen frowned tightly, and the mineral water bottle in his hand was pinched out of shape.

When Ann got home, she went straight upstairs to the bathroom, where the warm water poured down her forehead to her face, washing her tears over and over again.

"Ah Ann growled and squatted on the ground with her knees in her hands.

Different from the sobbing on the road, she cried recklessly, her brain was blank, she cried instinctively, and her viscera were all entangled together.

Huo tingshen sits at his desk and stares at the room in the video. He sees an coming out of the bathroom with red eyes. Once his eyes are tight, his heartache spreads between his eyebrows.

Her eyes were red and swollen, and she looked haggard. She opened the quilt and went in. She wrapped herself up like a large silkworm chrysalis and curled up.

It is said that this is the baby's posture in the mother. When people are extremely sad, they will choose this way to protect themselves.

Huo tingshen's fingers caressed the screen, trying to help her wipe her tears.

The night was heavy. Ann was tired and fell asleep.

The door of the bedroom was pushed open with a click. Huo tingshen came in quietly and walked to the bedside, looking at her quietly with the faint light of the night light.

For a while, he went to bed lightly and hugged people from behind.

Feeling the person's body in his arms stiff, Huo tingshen's heart "clattered".

She was awake.

"Pa!" Huo tingshen raised his hand to turn off the night light, and the room fell into complete darkness.

Time seems to be at a standstill for a long time, Ann said: "young master, is that you?"

Probably because she was too sad, she couldn't sleep soundly. When she heard the sound of opening the door, she woke up. She guessed that it was the young master. There was no time to react. He had hugged her from behind.

Huo Ting frowned and didn't answer. He was smiling bitterly in his heart. His concern was chaotic. He should come later.

In this case, he was found by his little wife, and things became very difficult. His brain is spinning fast. If his little wife is angry, how can he pacify her?

Suffering and time are stretched and magnified to countless times.

He couldn't avoid it. He thought about it again and again. Suddenly, he felt his little wife turn around, put her arms around his waist, and rubbed her head against his chest.

He was very happy. Did she know?

"I know you do it with your own considerations." She whispered, "it doesn't matter. It's good."

Shrink in his arms, her split heart seems to have been cured, anxious mood slowly settle down.

When she is sad, it is good to have such a stable embrace for her to lean on.

Huo tingshen breathed a deep sigh of relief, raised his palm, gently stroked her back, coaxed the child to soothe her sad.

Ann wore a silk dress with suspenders. Her smooth shoulders were like a piece of suede jade. She couldn't put it down. Every stroke seemed to light a fire in the palm of his hand.

"Thank you, young master." An whispered, suddenly unaware of the danger at this time.

The heat she exhaled fell on his chest, like a gentle little hand, burning his chest skin through his clothes.

She's his woman!

Huo Ting deep Mou son a tight, turn over to press a person under the body, overbearing kiss up her lips.

"Well..." An Meng's eyes widened. He instinctively wanted to push him away. His hands were against his chest. When he couldn't push, there was a voice in his heart. You were married.

Yes, they are already married!

Ann finger meal, against his chest hand astringent ring on his neck, feel the temperature of the skin, her body trembled.

Feeling the change of his little wife, Huo tingshen is ecstatic. This is the first time that he can have her when his little wife is sober.

Emotions all become blazing kisses, he seems to suck up the last bit of air in her chest, holding her tightly, leaving no gap.

Ann raised her head, instinctively and clumsily responded to him, as if only in this way can she forget all the sadness.

She told herself again and again in her heart that she was the young master's wife, the young master's wife.

Her response made Huo tingshen ecstatic, as if there was a fire burning more vigorously in her heart. He put one hand into her hair and rubbed the other hand to explore the delicate curves of her body.

Inch by inch down, inch by inch ignition.

Feeling the shivering of the people under him, he tugged at the corners of his mouth, moved his hot kiss down from his lips, kissed the elegant swan neck, and stopped on the white skin of his chest.

"Young, young master..." Ann's body trembled, her fingers clutching the sheets, and she was short of breath.

Although she is already a young master's person, this time is different. This time she is sober.

Huo Ting raised her buried head and kissed her lips again. Her hand's movements became softer and softer, resisting the impulse of shouting and calming her uneasiness.

Only when the body in his arms softened again did he press the person into his arms with his backhand and continue to resist the love and lingering.

She felt his burning need, and Ann's cheek was burning hot. She buried her head in his chest and dared not lift it up. She put her finger on his back. As soon as she moved, she was caught by his little hand.

He took her hand and swam around him like he had caressed her before.

Ann is shy and wants to take back her hand, but he holds it tightly. She has to continue to feel the burning skin in her palm.

His clothes and her pajamas were thrown out and scattered in the night. The moonlight outside the window fell on the top of the tree and wrapped around her neck.

"Good, tired..." Ann closed her eyes and murmured. She put her little hand on Huo tingshen's chest. She was so tired that she didn't have any strength. From her toes to her hair, she shivered bitterly.

Huo Ting deeply lovingly kisses her forehead. For the first time, he wants his little wife when she is sober. He always feels that it is not enough. He listens to her crying like a kitten, and the blood in her body boils.

After a scene, both of them were sticky. Huo Ting frowned deeply, picked up Ann and went straight to the bathroom.

Of course, just in case, the bathroom didn't turn on the light.

He held her and stood under the shower. Warm water flowed from him. He woke up and closed his eyes and muttered, "is it raining?"

It was found that the water was hot, so she realized that they were in the bathroom.

And just in the bedroom is different, now is the real frank, even if not turn on the light, she is still shy, want to head down to the ground.

"Put me down." Holding Huo tingshen's shoulder, she struggled to stand well. Only when her feet touched the ground, her legs softened, and her body fell straight to his chest.

Hearing his low smile, Ann's face suddenly burned.

In the trickle of warm water, her back is smoother. He reaches out and hugs people in his arms, letting her stick to him unimpeded, skin to skin, breathing.

He hugged her tightly and rubbed her into his body again.

Ann's legs were not stable, and all her weight was hanging on Huo tingshen. She put her hands around her neck and panted low, "young master, why don't you talk?"