he is intoxicated

The eerie ghost howls in the movie are still going on.

The house was pitch black.

Only the blue light projected on the screen flickered on and off, making it even more eerie.

Nan Hua subconsciously grabbed Huo Beiyao's shirt with her fingers, her eyes wide open.

It took nearly a minute before she forcibly calmed down.

She hurriedly propped herself up, trying to get off of him, but her waist was bound by his arms.

Four eyes facing each other.

Eye to nose, nose to heart.

The breath is close enough to be heard.

The breaths of the two were entangled together, swallowing each other, fanning the flames, gradually gaining an ambiguous temperature.

For a moment, Huo Beiyao mistook the woman in his arms for his dead wife Nanhua again.

Staring at her steadily, he felt a pain in his heart, and slowly closed his eyes.

He lowered his head and kissed her.

When his lips were about to stick to her own, Nan Hua hurriedly stretched out her hand and pressed it to his mouth.

Forcefully separated their faces.

She belatedly realized that something was wrong.

It was agreed to broadcast the news broadcast, but Huo Beiyao played a ghost movie, which was a ghost movie specially intercepted in the middle of the plot.

There is an armrest between the two seats, but he pushed the armrest up in advance.

Just to surprise her suddenly, she instinctively threw herself into his arms.

dog man.

What a dog.

Nanhua gave him a sideways look, and said in a firm tone, "Put me down."

Interrupted by her, Huo Beiyao came out of the illusion just now.

Looking at the thorny woman in his arms, he deliberately wanted to tease her, "You threw yourself into your arms on your own initiative, why are you playing hard to get?"

Nan Hua wanted to scold him in "beautiful" Chinese: throw yourself into my arms and hug you, a ghost, and play hard to get you, uncle!

But thinking about the Shen family behind him, he didn't scold him in the end.

She secretly compared in her heart: Mr. is better, gentle and low-key, calm in his arms.

He hugged her all night that night, but didn't move her at all.

Unlike the dog man in front of him.

Every time we meet, I want to hug her and kiss her, and even want to sleep with her.

It was as if he had never touched a woman in his life.

Seeing that she was silent, Huo Beiyao gently raised her chin with his slender fingers, and asked, "I wanted to ask you just now, how did you know that Yang Yang is most afraid of snakes, likes dinosaurs the most, and hates eating celery?"

Nan Hua's heart trembled slightly.

In a moment of urgency just now, in order to make Yang Yang believe in him, he didn't take that much into account, so he just said it out of his mouth.

Unexpectedly, he became suspicious.

She stared into his eyes, "The paternity test has been done several times, what else do you doubt?"

Huo Beiyao's beautiful eyes stared at hers sharply, "I can't help it, you have too many doubts."

Nanhua lowered her eyes, avoiding his sharp gaze and said, "I heard what Aunt Huo said when I was in the hospital. This kind of thing, as long as you have the heart, it's easy to find out. My dad found out that Yang Yang likes Nara Yoshitomo's paintings."

"Intent?" Huo Beiyao keenly grasped the point, "You are so interested in Yangyang, do you want to be his stepmother?"

"It's fine as a stepmother, but as a godmother."

Nan Hua changed the subject and said in a cool voice, "Let me go."

"Hush."

Huo Beiyao raised his index finger and pressed it to her lips, signaling her not to speak.

He took a blue veil and covered her eyes and nose.

Lips moved close to her ear, and the pleasant bass said: "Don't do anything, just hold you like this and let me take a good look at you. In the future, all the clothes of our Huo family will be customized by you, which is regarded as a reward." .”

Nanhua's eyes were covered, and she said in a muffled voice, "Put me down and watch."

Huo Beiyao raised his thick eyebrows slightly, "Let's put it down and look at it, what's the difference from looking at a photo?"

"Boss Huo is deliberately playing hooligans in the name of your late wife?"

As soon as the words were finished, Nanhua suddenly felt her mouth sticking.

There is an extra piece of tape.

Huo Beiyao actually covered her mouth with tape.

Nan Hua felt both angry and funny.

She raised her hand to tear off the tape and the gauze from her eyes, staring at Huo Beiyao with big eyes, "Can you be a normal person?"

"Don't talk, watch a movie." Huo Beiyao said in a deep voice, staring intently at the movie screen.

Nan Hua turned her head to look at the big screen.

Movies have gone from ghost movies to classic romances: Titanic.

I remember that year, this was the first movie she and Huo Beiyao saw on a date.

When she saw the hero and heroine parting, she burst into tears.

Huo Beiyao helped her wipe away her tears, then gently hugged her into her arms, and said softly in her ear, "Don't be sad, we will never be separated, never will be."

I was so young back then.

Everything likes to say forever...

Huo Beiyao's jade-like eyes were fixed on the movie screen, but he didn't see anything in the movie.

He was thinking, eight years ago, he and Nan Hua watched this movie in the VIP box of the movie theater.

By the end, she was crying.

He hated seeing her cry the most. Whenever she cried, his heart felt uncomfortable.

At that time, he didn't understand what's the point of crying for a woman watching a movie?

Until three years ago, Nanhua passed away.

He finally tasted the pain of life and death, the separation of yin and yang.

That kind of pain.

Worse than cancer...

After the movie ended, Huo Beiyao raised his hand and rubbed his astringent browbones.

He thought, the unforgettable love of a person's life is really short.

The time of a movie is all recalled.

For the living, her soft smile, her tender affection, are nothing but fragments.

With the dim light from the screen, he saw the woman in his arms staring at the movie screen in a daze, with red eyes.

Seeing that face that resembled Nanhua's, he was moved with compassion.

His big hand touched her back and patted her lightly.

He picked up a glass of juice from the coffee table next to him and handed it to her, "Drink some juice to moisten your throat."

Nan Hua's memories were interrupted.

It was only then that I realized that my throat was choked and uncomfortable because of my patience.

She reached out to take the juice, put it to her lips and took a sip.

It's her favorite freshly squeezed mango juice with a little lemon and ice.

Both sweetness and acidity are just right.

She couldn't help but look at him twice.

He was also looking at her deeply.

Something inexplicable was jumping in each other's eyes.

He suddenly moved closer to her and kissed her.

The kiss was on the forehead.

The kiss lingered for a long time.

It's all tragic.

He let go of her, looked deeply into her eyes with deep eyes, and said softly and sincerely: "Can you be my Nanhua?"

Nan Hua felt a slight pain in her heart, and soon began to feel numb again, like being stung by a bee, the pain gradually spread all over her body.

She was about to speak.

Huo Beiyao's cell phone rang.

He pulled away from the sadness just now, restored his usual noble and awe-inspiring manner, let go of her, and picked up the phone.

Nanhua glanced at the caller ID, it was: Rouge.

Lin Yanyan!

She sneered.

At that moment, something in her heart almost collapsed.

She got off his lap silently and sat back in her original position.

Huo Beiyao pressed the connect button.

Yan Wu's frightened voice came from the phone: "Beiyao, are you free now?"

"Is something wrong?"

"Rouge was in a car accident. Before she fell into a coma, she kept calling your name..." Yan Wu broke down in tears.

"Okay, I'll go right away." Huo Beiyao stood up, strode out with long legs.

Nan Hua sat quietly in her place.

His face flushed red.

She tried to tear something up, or smash something up to vent her anger, but she didn't do anything.

She sat motionless.

Only she knew the anger, humiliation, roaring and disappointment beneath the silence.

Huo Beiyao was halfway there when he thought of Shen Nanhua.

He looked back, stood there tall and tall, and said to her condescendingly: "Come here today, the check is on the coffee table in the living room, remember to take it when you leave."

After all, he turned and left.

The pace is hurried.

Nanhua got up suddenly, reached down, grabbed an ashtray from the coffee table, and threw it at his back!