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

"Mrs. Huo, you should be happy that you don't have a rival in love."

Huo Yan pinched her face, "You don't look good like this, come on, smile."

Huo Yan had calluses on his hands, even on his fingertips, and it was a little itchy when he rubbed against his face.

Why does a pampered person have calluses on his hands, and even on his fingertips?

The location is very good.

Isn't this the cocoon of people who hold guns all year round?

Why did Huo Yan have it?
Lu Qiao looked at him, and suddenly felt that she didn't know Huo Yan at all.

There is no resemblance to the boy in memory at all.

If it wasn't for the evidence left behind when they were together in her password box, she might have suspected that the person she fell in love with didn't exist at all, and it was just her fantasy.

Lu Qiao said blankly, "Huo Yan, this joke is not funny at all."

Huo Yan's movement of slowly approaching her stopped, and his gaze on Lu Qiao's face froze.

"We will divorce sooner or later. If you broke up with Wen Ran because of this marriage, then you don't have to. Because we will divorce sooner or later, and I will not delay her from becoming Mrs. Huo. "

She reached out to caress his face, her fingertips slid along the corners of his eyes and brows to his chin, and her fingertips rubbed against his lips.

His lips are nice, but thin.

There is a saying that men with thin lips are usually fickle.

She didn't believe it before, but now, she believes it.

Huo Yan is indeed fickle.

She rubbed vigorously on his lips until his skin was almost broken, it was as bright red as if it was about to bleed.

"I don't want to be in a relationship with Wen Ran as a rival in love. After all, I don't think my life is too long now, and I want to live longer."

Just kidding, how could these two people break up so easily?

The young lovers are having a fight and want to break up. These are all petty emotions between them.

In fact, after he figured it out, the two of them were inseparable again.

What is she, Lu Qiao?
If you don't have a little self-knowledge, after listening to his words, I'm afraid it won't take long for you to be complacent, and it will become a complete joke.

Huo Yan was so angry that he held back for a while, and opened his mouth to bite her fingertips.

I bit it twice, neither light nor heavy, it didn't hurt, but I could feel the force.

He bitterly spat out, "Smart teeth, Lu Qiao, you intend to piss me off and make yourself a widow, don't you?"

Widow?

Lu Qiao seemed to hear a particularly funny joke, and laughed happily.

"Huo Yan, are you dreaming? Widowhood?"

Lu Qiao let him bite, stretched out his other hand, and patted his face, as if treating a pet.

"How could I be a widow for you? If you die before the divorce, then I will inherit your inheritance and play around in the world. Anyway, I am still young. Maybe I can meet the true love of my life. From then on, I will marry again. live a happy life.”

Lu Qiao's attitude was unusually unrestrained, "It would be even better if you died after our divorce. You see, I have nothing to do with you anymore. Why should I be your widow?"

Huo Yan's liver hurt so badly that he couldn't bear it any longer. He reached out and grabbed her chin, then leaned over and kissed her heavily.

He blocked all her words with warm lips.

The smell of smoke, alcohol, and rosewater, mixed together, hooked his nerves and made him go deeper again and again.

Lu Qiao's eyes sharpened, and he bit his lip fiercely in retaliation.