he is intoxicated

Nan Hua raised her eyes, and saw a familiar handsome face, finely crafted facial features, noble and deep eyes, and a sculptural sharp jawline.

It was Huo Beiyao.

The reason why they could be distinguished at once was because Huo Beiyao was sick, and his complexion had an abnormal whiteness, which was almost porcelain white when illuminated by the cold street light.

Furthermore, Gu Beiqi is gentle and elegant, a gentle gentleman, he is not so domineering, let alone so shameless.

"Let go of me." Nan Hua straightened her back and said coolly.

"Don't let go." Huo Beiyao hugged his arms even tighter.

Pressing her head into his arms, his chin rested on the top of her head, reluctant to let go.

He was wearing pajamas, and the villa had floor heating, so the pajamas were very thin.

It's less than ten degrees outside.

He also had a fever.

Nan Hua wanted to cut through the mess quickly, so she drove him back and asked directly, "What do you want to do?"

"Lin Yanyan was not called by me."

"You don't need to explain, I don't want to hear it."

Huo Beiyao pressed her mouth with her long fingers, "Don't talk, listen to me. Just now she made up her own mind to feed me water, but I refused. During the argument, she accidentally spilled water on me, and she gave me the paper Wipe the clothes, that's it. You can't wrong me, let alone run away without saying a word."

Nan Hua pursed her lips and remained silent.

Seeing that she didn't believe it, Huo Beiyao took her hand and pressed it to his chest, "Touch it, it's wet here."

Sure enough, it was wet.

The feeling of depression in Nanhua's heart disappeared a bit.

"Are you done? Go back when you're done," she said coldly.

Huo Beiyao lowered his eyes, stared at her icy face for a few seconds, and raised his thin lips, "Is it because you are in such a hurry to drive me back that I might catch a cold?"

"Don't be sentimental. Even if I see a dog is sick, I will take care of it." Nan Hua insisted.

As soon as the voice fell, the air suddenly became stagnant.

This was very familiar, it was what Huo Beiyao had often said to her in the past few months.

Huo Beiyao smiled, and it turned out that Feng Shui took turns, ten years in the east of the river, ten years in the west of the river.

Words that are spoken are like water that is poured out, and it will eventually turn into rain and rain on oneself.

"Yeah, you threw the chicken to the dog and refused to give it to me. I, Huo Beiyao, are not as good as a dog."

"Mr. Huo has delicacies from mountains and seas, why haven't you eaten them?" Nan Hua's tone was tinged with sarcasm.

"The delicacies from mountains and seas are not as good as what you make. I like to eat whatever you do." He reached out to pick up the thermos in her hand. "The meat is gone, and there is still soup."

Nan Hua put the thermos bucket behind her back, "It's poisoned inside."

"You made it. I'll drink it if it's poisonous." He reached behind her back and brought over the thermos.

He took her hand, looked at her fingers carefully, and sighed: "Look at you, your fingers are all red after carrying this all the way."

He held her finger to his lips and blew gently.

Looking at her tenderly and delicately, he curled his lips into a smile, "Does it hurt?"

Nanhua lost her temper because of his coquettish manipulation.

Carrying an insulated bucket that weighs less than two catties, how painful can your fingers be?

When her hands are kneading dough?

"Go back." She said firmly.

It seems that if the tone is hard, you can stand firm.

"I haven't stayed with you enough, I don't want to go back." He looked at her tenderly.

The difference from Gu Beiqi's gentleness is that there is light in his gentle eyes, like a sea of ​​stars.

His eyes are deep.

It was as if he wanted to see another person through her.

Nan Hua looked at his pajamas, which were black and thin.

She was wearing a warm cashmere coat, and she felt cold. One could imagine how cold Huo Beiyao was.

But I can't drive him away.

She was feeling slightly irritable.

Suppressing the impatience in her heart, her tone was a little gentler: "You go back quickly, you have a fever, if it gets serious, you will get pneumonia."

"Send me back." His tone was domineering and begging.

Nan Hua looked up at this 1.9-meter-tall man, speechless.

"You're a big man, and it's not like a child doesn't know the way, so I have to take you back? After sending you back, do I still have to help you upstairs? Pat you and put you to sleep?"

It's obviously a wolf who dominates the mall and kills without blood, what kind of sheep is he pretending to be, Nan Hua thought to himself.

"If you want, I don't mind." Huo Beiyao raised the thermos in his hand and climbed up the pole, "Feed me soup by the way."

Give him some sunshine and he will be brilliant.

Nan Hua gave him a blank look, "You think beautifully."

She turned away.

The wrist was grabbed by him.

"Stay with me for a while, and someone will drive you back later." In his dark and deep eyes like black jade, there was an emotion similar to reluctance.

"I don't want to accompany you." Nanhua refused him categorically.

"Stand here forever if you don't accompany me." He threatened her.

"Then you just stand." Nan Hua hardened her heart.

With the person who hates her deeply, she will not be broken by his few words and sugar-coated bullets.

"Why do you dislike me so much?" There was a trace of grievance in his deep and mature voice.

"Because I like sir." When Nan Hua said this, she was not as confident as before.

Ever since she knew that her husband was Gu Beiqi, her feeling of being in love with him had completely changed.

I don't know if it's because his face is too similar to Huo Beiyao's, so it's easy for her to play, or it's because of something else.

Huo Beiyao's thin lips curled into a sneer, "Is that a ghost?"

"He's not a ghost!"

Huo Beiyao looked at her with deep meaning, "Gu Beiqi must be the husband you like?"

Nan Hua's eyes suddenly became hostile, "What do you mean? Mr. Gu and Mr. have exactly the same body shape, voice, and personality, and many details can be matched."

"The voice can be imitated, the personality can be disguised, as for the details..." He curled his lips into a sneer.

did not continue.

"I don't allow you to slander Mr. Gu!" Nanhua protested.

"You." Huo Beiyao stretched out his hand towards her, with long fingers, brushed her eyelashes lightly, and said in a low magnetic voice, "Go and wash your eyes when you have time."

"Your eyes need to be washed even more. If you want to wash, you wash first." Nanhua retorted.

"Okay, let's wash together." He smiled, his smile was gentle and doting, but his heart was extremely sore.

It would be great if it was his Nanhua standing in front of him who was arguing with him...

Villa on the second floor.

Lin Yanyan stood in front of the bedroom's floor-to-ceiling windows, looking viciously at the outside of the villa area through the window glass.

Huo Beiyao and Shen Nanhua were standing on the side of the road, making love to each other, they were so tired of each other, they still didn't separate.

His eyes hurt like being pierced by a nail, and his heart felt like a snake had gotten into it.

She gritted her teeth in hatred.

The newly installed porcelain front teeth were bitten by her so much that they should be returned to the factory for repair.

She couldn't figure it out.

She hired a female model at a high price, sent someone to steal the hotel room card, sneaked in quietly, finally took a bed photo with Huo Beiyao, and sent it to Shen Nanhua using an anonymous mailbox registered abroad.

Ordinarily, normal women would go crazy, break down, and quarrel with men when they received such photos.

Back then, when Huo Beiyao received the bed photo of Nanhua and Lu Xiao, he went crazy and took revenge on her, and his relationship broke down immediately.

But this Shen Nanhua didn't care at all like a normal person.

Is she still a normal woman?

Lin Yanyan couldn't understand it.

She picked up the crutches placed by the wall and limped out.

After taking two steps, he stopped again.

She angrily moved to the edge of the bed and sat down.

The third party was obviously Shen Nanhua, why did she leave?

10 minute later.

Footsteps were heard downstairs.

Huo Beiyao held Shen Nanhua's hand, his handsome face swept away his sickness, his face was full of spring, high-spirited, and he walked upstairs with long legs.

She saw Lin Yanyan sitting on his bed.

He is obsessed with cleanliness, and the sheets are all pure white. The cleaning servants have to change the sheets for him once a day, and they must be sterilized at high temperature, but Lin Yanyan sat on his bed.

Her pants were densely covered with bacteria.

He really wanted to take off the sheet and burn it right away.

"Why don't you leave?" He asked coldly.