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

Less than two centimeters above the Adam's apple, there is a crescent-shaped nail print, which is very deep and obviously bruised.

The more arrogant, the more frightening.

When it is in full bloom, it is almost withered, and even a ray of flower fragrance makes people tremble, making people unable to take their eyes off it.

Pressing her soft lips and rubbing them heavily, his eyes were filled with dark tides, "Lu Qiao, tell me, what exactly do you want to do?"

The voice was hoarse, revealing the meaning of demagogy.

She blinked playfully, and the flowers and leaves trembled, as if she had come to life.

"I don't want to do anything. I didn't tell you before. I just figured it out. Before the divorce, I want to enjoy the superiority of being Mrs. Huo."

If feelings are a game, then the game is evenly matched.

"is it?"

There was a deep vortex in Huo Yan's eyes, which absorbed Lu Qiao's whole body.

"If you don't get a divorce for the rest of your life, will Mrs. Huo always be like this?"

"No." She smiled casually, "I hate that my man should have any relationship with anyone other than me. Honey, this is no longer the old society. Three wives and four concubines are no longer acceptable. You and What happened to Miss Wen really made me sick."

"Holding left and right is such a good thing, Mr. Huo, don't even think about it. I can tolerate you now, but I don't really treat you as my property. So, you'd better know the truth and divorce me as soon as possible, otherwise In other words, patience is limited, maybe there will be more news on Jincheng at some point, that the richest man in Jincheng was killed by his wife at home, 'died in a miserable state', this kind of explosive news."

She leaned into his ear, like an intimate whisper between sympathizers, "Mr. Huo is in a great youth, life is just right, I think you don't want to die young yourself at this time."

There was a fresh fragrance of flowers in the hall, and fresh flowers were decorated everywhere, but what Huo Yan smelled was the faint scent of perfume on her body.

She said word by word, "so you'd better not mess with me."

After dropping this sentence lightly, the music in the hall suddenly changed, as if everything just now was a dream, Lu Qiao held out his hand with that bright smile again, "Mr. Huo Yan, are you interested?" Come dance with me?"

The tender palm was facing upwards, and the pitted scars on it were not covered up in any way, which looked extremely dazzling.

Huo Yan closed his eyes and reached out to hold her hand.

Lu Qiao's heart shrank unavoidably when the big dry and warm hands covered her, but it was only for a moment, and soon returned to normal.

They have never danced together, but unexpectedly they have a tacit understanding, and there is no wrong step in their steps.

His arms were around her waist all the time, he leaned back, turned around, and put his head close to his chest.

His temperament is overwhelming.

Lu Qiao was in a trance.

If these messy things hadn't happened, he and her might be the most compatible dance partners in this life.

Whether in life or in other places, he understands her best.

Unfortunately, there is no such thing.

With eyes above her head following her everywhere, Lu Qiao raised her face and smiled brightly at Huo Yan.

Be seductive.

This night, Yiwu touched the hearts of countless people, her skirt fluttered gracefully, leaving behind a beautiful dream that could not be kept or caught.

Lu Qiao got back the title of No. 1 Yuan in Jincheng. No one teased her with a disfigured lunatic. Her beauty is unquestionable. Still able to capture everyone.