he is intoxicated

The blood all over her body seemed to be frozen, and Nan Hua remained motionless.

She was terrified of a car accident.

And he didn't want to hurt Gu Beiqi.

Seeing that she was finally being honest, Huo Beiyao curled his lips, propped the car door with one hand, took a long leg, and stepped into the sports car heroically.

Start the car.

The cold wind poured in.

Nan Hua couldn't help shivering.

Huo Beiyao tapped the button with his slender fingers, and the hardtop of the sports car slowly rose and closed.

Nanhua turned her head and looked back at Gu Beiqi's car.

In order to thank him for his help in the hospital last time, she wanted to treat him to dinner.

He drove all the way to pick her up, but she left without saying goodbye, always feeling sorry for her.

She picked up her cell phone and wanted to call him to apologize.

The number is called out, just about to dial.

A thin ice-like male voice came from the left: "Did you see the license plate number clearly? Just get in the car. Are you afraid of being dragged to a dark place and killed?"

Nanhua put away her phone, and her beautiful Qiushui gave him a sideways glance, "Mr. Gu is gentle and refined, he's not like you."

Huo Beiyao's handsome face could not distinguish between emotions and anger, "If you have time, you can get a pair of glasses, so that you won't be unable to see whether the other party is a human or a ghost."

I remembered that Huo Beiyao used to always say that Mr. was a ghost.

Nan Hua was slightly annoyed, "You are not allowed to slander Mr. Gu!"

Huo Beiyao sneered and stopped talking.

Although her mouth was stiff, Nanhua still turned her head to look at Gu Beiqi's silver-gray Bentley.

The license plate number is 909.

She remembered that her husband's license plate number was 999.

Did you change your license plate number, or...

She didn't want to doubt Gu Beiqi, to be more precise, she didn't want to doubt Mr.

After all, he helped her in every possible way when she was in the most crisis, and he never had any unreasonable thoughts about her, let alone hurt her.

He is a beautiful belief in her heart, a ray of light.

The car drove to Chengnan Apartment.

Nan Hua pushed the car door and was about to get out of the car when Huo Beiyao grabbed her wrist.

"You have to trust me about the bed photo." His tone was not as sharp as usual.

As soon as he opened his mouth, he became weaker, as if he had done something wrong.

Without turning her head, Nan Hua said coldly, "I told you, I have nothing to do with you. It has nothing to do with me who you take pictures of in bed with or who you sleep with."

Huo Beiyao closed his eyes slightly, suppressing the soreness in his heart.

laugh.

Smiles are bitter.

Retribution.

When Nanhua was alive, he didn't cherish her, because of the bed photo, he tortured her for three years.

When she died, he regretted it too much and chased after a woman who looked exactly like her.

He spent all his patience on Shen Nanhua, caring for her, but she coldly turned him away.

Watching the woman's slender and straight figure go farther and farther until she can't see it.

Huo Beiyao started the car and drove towards Nanhua's cemetery.

Pass the flower shop on the way.

He went in and bought her favorite magnolia, and also bought her favorite mangosteen.

Passing by the mall, he went in and bought her a thick down jacket, white.

The temperature has dropped, she is afraid of the cold.

Come to the cemetery.

He placed the flowers in front of the tomb, unzipped the down jacket, and covered it on the tomb.

He began to peel the mangosteen for his Nan Hua to eat.

After peeling off, put them petal by petal in front of the tombstone.

There are thousands of words in his heart, but he can't say a word.

He began to wonder whether the bed photos of Nan Hua and Lu Xiao six years ago were framed by others like him?

If so, then he really deserves death for hurting Nanhua like that, hurting her so mercilessly, and even forcing her to death.

However, Lu Xiao called and admitted the relationship between the two, and there were ambiguous text messages, and even called each other husband and wife.

After the accident, Lu Xiao fled abroad and hid.

In the past few years, he has been sending people to look for him, but there is no news after searching for such a long time.

If you can't find him, you can't solve the truth of the year.

Even if he was found and the truth was revealed, it was useless, Nanhua was already dead.

Huo Beiyao stood in front of the tomb for another night, heartbroken.

It seemed that the more I punished myself like this, the better I felt.

When it was dawn, he drove back to Sinan Mansion.

Fortunately, it is the weekend.

No need to go to the company.

He didn't even eat breakfast, he had no appetite or hunger, so he went to the bathroom to take a shower, and fell asleep in the bedroom.

I only slept for two or three hours the night before, and I didn't sleep all night last night, tired and sleepy.

While sleeping drowsily, Huo Beiyao felt hot and cold all over his body, dizzy, and his joints and muscles ached.

The cemetery is located in the suburbs, which is colder than the urban area. He stayed there for two consecutive nights, and he must have caught a cold and had a fever.

Drowsy and sleepy until the sun was three poles, the phone rang.

He closed his eyes and picked up his phone.

Didn't see the caller ID, just pressed connect.

A childish voice came from the phone: "Papa Huo, you agreed to take me to ride the Ferris wheel on the weekend, why didn't you come to pick me up?"

The sweet little milk voice is Yueyue.

Huo Beiyao's heart suddenly softened when he thought of the little milk baby who looked exactly like Shen Nanhua and Nanhua.

He softened his voice and said, "Dad has a cold and a fever. I'm afraid it will infect you. I'll take you there next weekend, okay?"

"Okay then." Yueyue's voice was a little disappointed, and after a second, she asked again: "Then, Papa Huo, have you taken your medicine?"

"No."

"Mom said she was sick and had to take medicine. If you don't take medicine, it will become very serious."

Huo Beiyao smiled, "It's okay, Dad is strong, just take a rest."

"Okay then, see you next week."

After hanging up the phone, within a few minutes, Huo Beiyao fell asleep again.

Not long after, someone knocked on the door.

He put on his pajamas and went to answer the door.

Sheng Chuan and Shen Nanhua stood outside the door.

Seeing her, Huo Beiyao's heart shook slightly, very surprised.

"Why are you here?" He asked, with a tone of arrogance and aggrieved.

My heart is actually happy.

Nan Hua lowered her eyes, knocked his shoulder away expressionlessly, and walked in.

Sheng Chuan followed up and said: "I asked her to come. You have a fever and need an infusion, and you have no one around to take care of you. You have taken care of her so many times, and it is right for her to take care of you once."

Huo Beiyao's expression froze slightly, and he asked, "How do you know I have a fever?"

"Yueyue called and told me."

Huo Beiyao knew it well.

Yue Yue has never even met Sheng Chuan.

When she called him, it was Shen Nanhua who asked him to call.

Huo Beiyao's heart fluttered, as if a breeze was blowing, itching, and the high fever seemed to drop by one degree.

This woman looked cold, but she still cared about him in her heart.

Sheng Chuan took his temperature, dispensed medicine, and gave him infusions.

Nan Hua turned and went to the kitchen.

There were very few ingredients in the refrigerator, and it seemed that Huo Beiyao seldom ate at home.

She remembered that when he was sick before, if he lost his appetite and could not eat, she would make him a bowl of soft and soft hand-rolled noodles.

Nan Hua bent down to find the noodles from the cupboard. When kneading the noodles, she cracked an egg in, kneaded the noodles skillfully, cut the noodles, and cooked the noodles.

After more than half an hour, she brought out a bowl of hot, soft, sweet and sour tomato hand-rolled noodles.

Come to the bedroom.

Sheng Chuan has already left.

She put the noodles on the bedside table and said blankly, "Eat."

Huo Beiyao lowered his eyes, looking at the bowl of fragrant tomato and egg noodles, his heart was surging, and something was stuffed in his throat.

He remembered that when he was sick and had a bad appetite, his Nanhua would cook a bowl of hand-rolled noodles for him like this.

He has not eaten the hand-rolled noodles made by her for six years.

I miss it very much.

Looking up, staring at the face that resembled Nanhua, he opened his dry lips and said, "I'm really innocent about the bed photo..."

Nanhua looked at him coldly, watching.

Suddenly, she leaned over slowly, bent down, and sat down beside him.

She stretched out her arms and hugged him.

Hold tight.