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

In the villa, there was a mouth-watering aroma, and the fish soup was still gurgling in the pot on the fire. It was very delicious, but the cook had disappeared.

Lu Qiao turned off the fire, looked at the unfinished vegetables, wondering if he should scold him for being stupid for persuading Huo Yan to answer the phone not long ago.

It's all right now, and they will be reconciled soon, and if they live here again, both her and her son will become a joke.

But after thinking about it, she could even think of such a trick as suicide. She was cruel enough to herself, and she was really convinced that she lost.

Xiao Li raised her face and asked her: "Mom, Uncle Huo is gone, and the dishes haven't been finished yet, how should we eat?"

Lu Qiao rubbed Xiao Although's forehead, "It's okay, I'll take you out to eat."

The pot of delicious milky fish soup was not touched by anyone in the end, it condensed into a lump, and was thrown into the trash can...

No one knows whether it tastes salty or bland.

Just like Huo Yan and Lu Qiao, after getting along for this period of time, no one knows if their relationship has eased, because after Wen Ran made a phone call, the relationship between the two of them was about to drop to freezing point again.

Huo Yan rushed to the apartment in a hurry, and saw red liquid overflowing from the bathroom door, winding in the living room like a stream.

His heart shrank, such an impactful scene made him ignore the faint smell of alcohol in the air, and walked quickly to the bathroom.

Opening the door, Wen Ran was indeed lying in the bathtub, but her face was rosy, not pale at all due to excessive blood loss.

There was a hole in her imagination, and the bleeding arm was smooth and clean. She even held a wine glass in her hand, and the red wine was flowing inside, which looked like blood.

The bathtub was also full of red wine, with a few petals floating in it, lying warmly in it, wearing a light gauze dress, her skin white was set off by the red wine bath, making it even more dazzling.

The rich bouquet is unusually intoxicating.

Only then did Huo Yan suddenly come to his senses, the red under his feet was just a trick to deceive his eyes.

Red wine and blood are both red. At first glance, they can really scare people, giving people the illusion of blood flowing into a river.

The veins on Huo Yan's forehead twitched, and nameless anger burst out suddenly.

"A Yan, you really came."

Wen Ran was ignorant of Huo Yan's anger, immersed in the inexplicable confidence that Yan Yue gave her after brainwashing her, she stood up from the bathtub with a face of surprise, "I knew you still cared about me .”

The thin gauze skirt became a little transparent when wet, and the body wrapped under the dress was faintly visible.

Half-hidden, half-hidden, is the most attractive state, Wen Ran was a little shy, but thinking of Yan Yue's words, she took a deep breath and suppressed the shyness in her heart.

She took a step, left the bathtub, and showed Huo Yan completely.

Huo Yan's eyes became colder and colder.

"That's why you lied to me? Suicide by dressing like this? Huh?" Huo Yan glanced at the wine bottles piled up next to the bathtub, "Before you die, how many bottles of red wine do you drink to strengthen yourself?"

This development didn't seem right, Wen Ran's face suddenly turned pale.

Barely steadying herself, she pulled the corners of her mouth far-fetchedly, and changed the subject stiffly, "A Yan, have you had dinner so late?"

Huo Yan didn't intend to whitewash the peace, "Wen Ran, I haven't told you, the story of the wolf is coming, is it enough to tell it once?"