Love your wife like your life: Sheng spoils the young wife of a wealthy family

The night is dark.

Huo Tingchuan stood on the balcony on the second floor and looked in the direction of Yuyuan. The evening wind in early autumn felt a little cool on his body.

"Brother Huo, are you still awake?" Song Meixuan asked softly.

"Jet lag, I can't sleep." Huo Tingchuan said as he turned around, and saw Song Meixuan wearing a thin nightdress.

Huo Tingchuan was slightly startled, and quickly turned his gaze away, "It's very late, go back to your room and go to bed early, staying up late is not good for girls' skin."

"Good night, Brother Huo." When Song Meixuan turned around, a secret smile flashed across her mouth.

Brother Huo?
Hearing Song Meixuan call himself that, Huo Tingchuan felt a little complicated.

The only one who used to call him that was Qin Wan. He thought that one day he would marry her, but he didn't expect that now she had become someone else's wife.

Huo Tingchuan sometimes wonders if he should have returned to Si's house earlier, in that case, the result might have been different.

But now, it's too late.

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Qin Wan seemed to have had a dream, and the boy in the dream was by her side, growing up with her.

Open your eyes, the sky is bright.

The sun was dazzling, and the man beside him had long since disappeared.

Si Yuhan usually didn't go back to the imperial garden at noon, Qin Wan bought vegetables and went to Jingsheng family to have dinner with her adoptive parents as usual.

In the kitchen, Qin Wan and Huo Tingchuan were busy.

One is cooking, the other is laying hands, talking and chatting, like brothers and sisters and young lovers.

Song Meixuan, who was also going to help in the kitchen, looked a little bit ugly.

As soon as Qin Wan appeared, all Huo Tingchuan's attention would be on Qin Wan, and she became an insignificant human background.

Song Meixuan deliberately took a video of the two of them cooking together and sent it to Si Yuhan, and also sent a text: Brother Huo is back, Wanwan seems very happy, and bought a lot of dishes specially. He is in the kitchen with Brother Huo Cooking, Master Si, why don't you come to my house for lunch.

She got the phone number secretly from Qin Wan's phone.

As soon as the food was ready, Si Yuhan came over.

"Wanwan, the strap at the back of your apron is loose, I'll help you fasten it." Huo Tingchuan said as he walked over to help her tie it.

Qin Wan was holding the dish in his hand and couldn't move his hand, "Help me take it down, dinner will be served in a while."

Huo Tingchuan wrapped his arms around Qin Wan's body to help her take off the apron. From Si Yuhan's perspective, it looked more like they were hugging.

"Why are you here?" Qin Wan didn't expect Si Yuhan to come over suddenly.

"I miss you. The company happened to have nothing to do at noon, so I came here." Si Yuhan walked in front of Qin Wan, took the dishes in her hand and put them on the dining table naturally, "I was tired all night yesterday, so I need more food." Pay attention to rest."

Qin Wan's face changed, and he stared at him coldly, in the eyes of others, it was like flirting between young couples.

"Honey, you don't know how much I miss you!" Si Yuhan ignored the anger in Qin Wan's eyes at all, and went up to pull Qin Wanlou into his arms, "I find that I can't leave you more and more , every day in the company, no matter what you do, you are always on your mind. Wife, what do you think I should do?"

The two old people laughed, seeing that the young couple had been married for half a year and looked like newlyweds, so they were also happy for them.

Song Meixuan stepped forward and took Wanwan's hand and said, "Wanwan, I envy you so much. Young Master Si loves you so much, and Brother Huo also likes you very much. Every time I look at you, there are stars in my eyes. Hello happy yo."

A daze flashed in Qin Wan's eyes, and she even wanted to doubt her intentions, but seeing Song Meixuan's sincere blessing, and thinking that she was the biological daughter of her adoptive parents, she felt that she was thinking too much.