he is intoxicated

If it wasn't for him calling each girlfriend one by one, Nan Hua almost thought that Huo Beiyao recognized her.

She is Shen Nanhua now.

As Shen Nanhua, I haven't known him for a few months.

In just a few months, what kind of relationship can you have, is it worth him?

Think about the ten-year relationship between her and him in the past, but in the end it ended in a car crash and "death".

Nanhua became more and more chilled, the feelings she had paid for her for those ten years were not worth it.

If she hadn't come back to life with a different identity, she wouldn't have known that Huo Beiyao had such a virtue.

She "died", and he had a wonderful life than anyone else. First, he married Lin Yanyan with great fanfare, but when he failed, he moved on to her, Shen Nanhua.

Back then, she was desperate, moths to the flame, and wholeheartedly, and fell in love with such a fickle, ungrateful, capricious man.

Nan Hua straightened her back and said forcefully, "Huo Beiyao, I really hate you for controlling me and interfering with me like this! You are not my real father or mother, nor did you raise me up. I love whoever I like and choose whoever I like, My wedding, funeral, and everything about me have nothing to do with you! You don't need to meddle in your own business!"

What she said was very unfeeling and very hurtful.

Huo Beiyao pursed his thin lips tightly, and stood there looking at her coldly, his handsome face was so heavy that it was about to wring out water.

The dark eyes were like a bottomless cold pool, so complicated that Nan Hua was elusive.

He took a deep look at her, turned around, and left.

The back is straight and straight, calm and decisive.

For some reason, Nan Hua felt that his back was a little sad.

But she soon gave up on it.

the next morning.

Yueyue was discharged from the hospital.

A Biao drove to pick him up.

Nan Hua didn't want to go, but A Biao said: "Miss Shen, Mr. Huo said, if I can't pick you up, let me pack up and leave immediately."

Nanhua didn't want to embarrass him, so she hugged Yueyue and got into the car.

There are a bunch of intelligent robots and Barbie dolls in the car, all for Yueyue.

She was so happy that her little face blossomed, and she held the doll without letting go.

Arrive at Chengnan Apartment.

A Biao opened the trunk and took out a dozen super large paper bags, all of which were down jackets of the same brand and style that Gu Beiqi gave Nanhua that day.

A Biao said: "Boss Huo ordered someone to purchase it from abroad overnight and brought it back by air."

Nan Hua was dumbfounded.

This man is really, I don't know what to say about him, he gave away so much, there is no place to put it.

After that, Huo Beiyao didn't contact Nanhua for a week.

She was happy and quiet.

Gu Beiqi sent a few text messages, as usual, polite and gentle, as if he was restraining or hiding something.

The mobile phone number used by the husband has never been heard from again.

But Nanhua didn't have time to think about it, and she wasn't in the mood to ponder all kinds of right and wrong.

The production crew was in a rush, and she was busy like a spinning top all day long, constantly designing costumes, looking for inspiration, making samples, revising them repeatedly, and taking care of Yueyue.

Inside and out, she was too busy to straighten up.

In the blink of an eye, it was Sheng Chuan's birthday.

He gathered a group of friends and held a birthday party in the VIP room on the top floor of Jinzhao.

For the sake of excitement, he found a group of female models to add to the fun.

Huo Beiyao was busy with socializing, and it was already late when he rushed over.

Sheng Chuan knew that he was in a bad mood recently, so he specially picked a pure-looking female model to accompany him.

It was rejected by Huo Beiyao.

He sat there alone and drank too much wine. When he came, he was three-point drunk. He was in a bad mood, and he drank too much.

Sheng Chuan opened a few rooms downstairs for these friends to live in.

Put Huo Beiyao next door to him.

Huo Beiyao went to the bathroom with a drunken eye, took a brief shower, came out and lay down on the bed, and soon fell asleep.

Recently, he has arranged his schedule too tightly, compressed too little rest time, and is extremely sleepy.

Hotel corridor.

A female model with a cool dress and a delicate figure came out of the elevator and whispered into her mobile phone: "Got it, just take a photo, nothing else will happen. After the photo is taken, it will be sent to your designated mailbox immediately. "

After hanging up the phone, she quietly came to Huo Beiyao's room with her room card.

Insert the room card.

The door opens.

She took off her shoes, stepped on the carpet with bare feet, and walked in lightly.

With the faint light from the mobile phone, she walked to the bed.

Seeing the man's extremely handsome face, her heart jumped.

Eyes straightened.

My heart is wet.

Surprise hit her like a sandstorm.

She knows this man.

A man who stomps his feet and shakes the whole of Kyoto is often seen in financial magazines. The heir of the Huo Group is said to be as rich as an enemy.

She never dreamed that she would receive such a fat order tonight.

She bent her legs, climbed onto the bed, and tentatively opened the neckline of his pajamas with her fingers, revealing her firm and beautiful chest muscles.

Seeing that he wasn't awake, she lay down next to him, picked up her phone and silently took selfies.

She messed up her hair, made a sleepy look, posed in various poses, and took a lot of ambiguous photos by borrowing seats.

Extremely ambiguous.

Looks like an afterthought photo of the bed.

Finished shooting.

She quickly sent the photo to the designated mailbox, and then deleted it.

It was supposed to go, but she couldn't bear it.

She looked at the sleeping man with wet eyes, her eyes were full of spring, and her heart was full of ocean.

want to sleep with him.

especially think.

With such a superb man, she would be willing to let her die even after the spring breeze.

She unzipped the skirt, took it off, threw it on the carpet, opened a corner of the quilt and got in, and wrapped her arms around the man's waist...

Exhausted and drunk, Huo Beiyao fell into a deep sleep and had a dream.

Nan Hua who dreamed of him came back to life.

Come back to him alive and kicking.

He was overjoyed, picked her up, walked to the bedroom, and carefully put her on the bed.

Lying on the bed, she smiled at him tenderly, but with a smile, the white skin on her face slowly receded, turning into a pile of skeletons.

Holding the pile of white skeletons, his heart was broken.

Suddenly woke up.

I don't know when I saw a woman's body around me, it was soft and fragrant.

He quickly turned on the light.

Bright lights rumbled to illuminate the entire room.

The woman sat up hastily, pressed her heart that was beating wildly with fright, and called out to him charmingly: "Mr. Huo."

The unfamiliar face was neither Nanhua nor Shen Nanhua, and Huo Beiyao's wine was half sober.

The disgust in his eyes was ready to come out.

He grabbed her wrist and threw her to the ground, his voice was as sharp as a blade: "Who sent you here?"

The woman fell to the ground with a bang, huddled in pain, her facial features distorted, and said in pain: "Someone pays, and pays me to accompany you."

"Who?"

The woman lowered her head, dodged her eyes, looked at him coquettishly and pitifully, and whispered, "I didn't say my name, I just called him."

Huo Beiyao thought it was Sheng Chuan, cursed secretly, raised his hand and made a stern gesture towards her, signaling her to "get out!"

Seeing this, the woman didn't have time to put on her clothes, so she grabbed her skirt and bag and ran out desperately.

The door is closed.

The more Huo Beiyao thought about it, the more disgusting he felt, as if he had swallowed a handful of dead flies, nowhere was clean.

He opened the window to dissipate the smell of the woman's perfume.

I called customer service and asked to change all the sheets and quilt covers.

He turned around and went to the bathroom to take a shower, poured shower gel, and repeated it a dozen times, but still felt unclean.

Not only physically unclean, but also psychologically unclean.

There is a corner of my heart that is empty.

He has a guilty conscience.

He obviously didn't do anything, but he felt sorry for Nanhua and Shen Nanhua.

He simply changed his clothes, didn't sleep, and went straight out of the room.

Go downstairs.

boarding.

A Biao asked: "Mr. Huo, shall I take you back to Sinan Mansion?"

Huo Beiyao rubbed his sore temples with his fingers, and said softly, "Go to Chengnan Apartment."

A Biao glanced at the time, "It's one o'clock in the morning, and it's time for Miss Shen to go to bed. At this hour, will she see you?"

A trace of impatience flashed in Huo Beiyao's eyes, "Don't talk nonsense, drive."

Four 10 minutes later.

The car arrived at Chengnan Apartment.

Huo Beiyao got out of the car, walked unsteadily to the door of Shen Nanhua's house with a pair of slender legs.

Ring the doorbell.

Nan Hua was working overtime to revise the map. As soon as she finished revising, she planned to go to the bathroom before going to bed.

Hear the doorbell.

She frowned slightly.

Walking to the door, through the cat's eyes, I saw a tall and handsome man standing outside.

The familiar deep eyebrows and straight nose bridge.

Is it Huo Beiyao, or Gu Beiqi?

Her hair is wet and hanging down, she is wearing a long black coat, is that Gu Beiqi?

Nan Hua was overjoyed.

On second thought, someone like Gu Beiqi, who is gentle, polite, gentle, and extremely measured in his handling of affairs, wouldn't come to his door in the middle of the night to disturb someone's sleep.

That was Huo Beiyao.

Nanhua opened the door and said coldly, "Mr. Huo, it's midnight, what are you going to do..."

Before he finished speaking, he was pulled into his arms and his mouth was gagged.

He kissed domineeringly and violently, as if he wanted to swallow her in his stomach.

Nanhua struggled, but he held her hands down.

Huo Beiyao let her go when she was almost suffocated by the kiss.

Burying his head into the crescent of her neck, he whispered, "I was touched by something dirty, I'm sorry."