Marriage is long: Mr. Huo spoils his wife too much

Huo Yan's choice of Splendid Allure Group should have been carefully considered.

Looking at the gray sky outside the window, Lu Qiao let out a sigh of relief.

It turned out that he was not as ruthless as he appeared back then.

If he didn't have feelings for her, how could he think so much for her.

For such a proud person, the most unbearable thing is betrayal.

If he didn't love her and "caught the rape in bed" with his own eyes, how could he help her?

Mr. Li's sighs are still in his ears, "Mr. Lu, say something that I shouldn't have said. Mr. Huo really has deep affection for you."

Mr. Li said: "You won't suffer if you marry him. Although there were some rumors on the Internet before, rumors are rumors, and they can't be true after all. He still loves you. Don't affect the relationship between you because of these rumors."

Lowering his eyes, his eyes just fell on the wound on the back of her hand.

Maybe Mr. Li is right.

He loves me deeply.

But to be more precise, he used to love me deeply.

Suddenly, I felt that it was a trick of good fortune.

She and Huo Yan had nothing to do with each other. She had loved Huo Yan for so many years, but in the end, she found out that it was hatred.

She thought that Huo Yan had hated her for so many years, but in the end, she found out that he had actually loved her too.

It's really ridiculous.

Repeatedly missed.

If he had been able to tell her the truth about his thoughts back then, instead of giving in the dark, it would have been extremely sarcasm in front of her.

Perhaps, they will not end up like this now.

Lu Qiao was a little sad.

It was probably raining, and the weather was not very good, so I was not even in a good mood.

She can still feel sad when thinking of Huo Yan.

Lu Qiao rubbed his temples, but didn't pay attention to the force, and his nails left a half-crescent nail mark between his eyebrows.

Forget it, what's the use of thinking too much about these things, why bother me when it's useless.

Even if they still had love in the past, now they have done too many wrong things, how could they go back.

kindness?What went wrong.

hatred?Those favors are more or less worth it.

Lu Qiao closed his eyes, suppressed his emotions a little, and the boiling things in his eyes calmed down.

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In the afternoon, the rain was still falling. The heavy rain turned into light rain. The continuous rain shrouded people's eyes like fog, and the whole Jincheng was shrouded in the fog of spring rain.

Lu Qiao took off her glasses, she was less shrewd and capable, but more tired between her brows and eyes.

She is not short-sighted, and the glasses have no prescription, they are used to protect the radiation from the notebook and protect her eyesight.

But when she put on the glasses, it modified the shape of her face and instantly changed her temperament.

Lu Qiao rested for a while, then put the glasses back on.

Glanced in the mirror.

Quite like a refined scholar.

Lu Qiao tilted her head slightly, and suddenly remembered Qi Yu.

My heart skipped a beat.

Mr. Qi is the person she is most sorry for.

He looked away and looked at the file intently.

After a while, Assistant Xu knocked on the door, "Mr. Qiao, Mr. Huo from the Huo Group is here."

Lu Qiao paused.

Huo Yan?

Why is he here?

"Did he say anything about it?"

Assistant Xu said respectfully: "No, he didn't say anything, he was just waiting for you downstairs, Mr. Qiao, do you need me to invite Mr. Huo up?"

Lu Qiao frowned.

It took a long time before he said, "Okay, please invite him up."

"Alright Mr. Joe."

Assistant Xu's footsteps went away, and Lu Qiao's eyes were fixed on the laptop again.

But I can no longer concentrate on reading the file.

After finally reading a page, Assistant Xu knocked on the door again.

"Mr. Lu, Mr. Huo didn't come up. He said it was raining today, and he was afraid that you would get caught in the rain, so he came to pick you up from get off work."

Lu Qiao raised his eyebrows.

Come pick me up from get off work?
I'm afraid they regarded me as a prisoner and were afraid that I would escape, so they deliberately came to escort me back to the so-called wedding room.

Lu Qiao sneered.

"Okay, I see, then you can let him wait downstairs."

Originally, she was going to leave work early, but since Mr. Huo is here, she should love her work a little longer and let him wait downstairs.

After working overtime for two hours, Lu Qiao closed the laptop.

Huo Yan was still waiting downstairs, without any impatience, and his expression was calm.

"The work is done? Let's go, I'll take you home."

It was quite casual and natural to say this, just as natural as a husband taking his wife home.

Lu Qiao took a step back, and looked at Huo Yan unobtrusively, trying to figure out what his intentions were.

Huo Yan handed her an umbrella, and said in a warm voice: "It's still raining outside now, hold an umbrella, don't get caught in the rain, or you'll catch a cold easily."

Lu Qiao couldn't see which trick Huo Yan was using now, but she was never willing to treat herself badly, so she wouldn't foolishly go into the rain just because she wanted Huo Yan to vent her anger.

After all, my body is my own, and because of Huo Yan, I caught a cold. To be honest, the gain outweighs the loss.

She took the umbrella suspiciously, and it was warm in her hand. Huo Yan had been holding the umbrella in her hand just now, so the umbrella was warmed by his body temperature.

Lu Qiao didn't like this kind of temperature very much. There was his body temperature on the umbrella, which gave an ambiguous feeling, as if she was pressing against the back of his hand.

She squeezed it up, and when her fingers touched the cold umbrella, she was satisfied.

Lu Qiao smiled hypocritically, "Thank you Mr. Huo for your concern."

Huo Yan frowned, but said nothing, and left the company with Lu Qiao.

Lu Qiao held up an umbrella and stood in the rain. The umbrella was so big that it seemed to have shielded her from all the wind and rain and kept her from getting wet.

Huo Yan walked alongside her, and the continuous rain hit the umbrella surface, making a little noise, very dull.

The two were silent, they had nothing to say, they couldn't find anything to talk about, the shadows of the two seemed to blend together.

But in fact, two people walk side by side, there is still some distance.

The atmosphere made her feel more depressed than the gloomy sky.

The two of them didn't speak all the way.

When the car stopped, Lu Qiao looked up and saw the familiar villa.

Huo Yan really brought her back.

The villa with a quiet and beautiful environment is exquisitely decorated, but it looks extraordinarily eerie on a rainy night.

To her, this place was like a cage, like a prison.

Lu Qiao stared suddenly.

Speaking of prison, she suddenly thought of Wen Ran.

It seemed that Wen Ran was released on medical parole. After recovering, he was sent back to prison and continued to serve his sentence.

Huo Yan is really ruthless.

It is said that one day couples are one hundred days old, and Wen Ran held a wedding with him anyway. Even if he didn't show up, Wen Ran still became his bride for a day.

Does Huo Yan have no pity for her at all?

How did Wen Ran get seriously injured in the prison, and he was willing to send Wen Ran back.

I don't know what Huo Yan is thinking.

Anyway, it was in this matter that she saw the coolness of this man.

He is a little scary.

Lu Qiao thought about these things, and unknowingly followed Huo Yan into the house.

"Go up and take a shower first, and I'll make you dinner."

It's been many days since Huo Yan came back to this villa. Today, Huo Yan took her back under the pretext of rain, but he didn't say anything. He naturally asked her to take a bath and make dinner.

For a moment, Lu Qiao doubted herself. Was it all her hallucinations during this period? In fact, she never left the villa at all.

The trouser legs have been wet.

She didn't want to catch a cold, so she thought about it for a while, and then she stopped entangled in this issue.

More than half of her clothes were taken away when she moved, but she still kept a few here. Huo Yan should have someone wash them regularly. After leaving them for such a long time, she didn't smell any peculiar smell. The scent left by washing powder.

It has a faint fragrance, which smells good.

Lu Qiao took a hot bath and changed into dry pajamas. She was refreshed and her mood improved a lot.

Lu Qiao went downstairs, originally she didn't want to eat Huo Yan's cooking, so she could just make something simple by herself, but as soon as she went downstairs, she smelled a very fragrant smell.

Huo Yan cooked chicken noodle soup, which was not greasy, but very fragrant. This taste alone was able to whet her appetite.

Huo Yan also brought the noodles to the living room, and put them on the table in the living room. When she turned her head, she could see the chicken noodle soup sprinkled with chopped green onions, and two dishes of side dishes.

Not only the taste of the noodles is very fragrant, but the side dishes are also very attractive, with bright colors, which hook people's appetite.

Lu Qiao was already a little hungry, so he took a look and suddenly felt very hungry.

Between the cold war with Huo Yan and the enjoyment of delicious food, she decisively chose the latter.

After all, there is no benefit in a cold war with Huo Yan, it is nothing more than a stomachache, but enjoying delicious food is different.

It can not only please your taste buds, but also satisfy your stomach.

She didn't make things difficult for herself, obeyed her stomach, and sat down to eat chicken noodle soup.

Among Huo Yan's few advantages, Lu Qiao appreciates his culinary skills the most.

He seems to be born with a talent in this area. He hasn't learned how to cook, but even if he only looks at the recipes, the dishes he cooks are much better than those of her who have learned for a long time, but still have no progress.

Therefore, some things really cannot be forced, just like relationships require fate, and cooking skills also require talent.

Huo Yan didn't know what he wanted to do by bringing her back. After eating the chicken noodle soup, Lu Qiao waited for him to challenge her, but he cleaned up the dishes and didn't say anything to her.

Lu Qiao became impatient after waiting, and finally went directly to sleep.

Huo Yan didn't stop her either.

Lu Qiao returned to the room, fell on the soft bed, and fell asleep slowly.

And the one downstairs, after sitting in the living room for a while, also got up and went upstairs.

Lu Qiao came back again, and even though there was still a wall between them, his insomnia was still healed without medicine.