he is intoxicated

Nan Hua stared at him with wide eyes, wanting to say, "Let me go!"

But can't tell.

The lips were kissed tightly by him.

His kisses are powerful and gentle, which makes people burn.

She resisted for a long time, but her strength was so different from his, it was completely futile, her struggling arm gradually weakened, and she couldn't exert any strength.

Huo Beiyao held her shoulders, turned her over, put his cheek against hers, and kissed her lips, her neck, and her earlobes.

His eyes were so ecstatic that even the lowered eyelashes were mesmerizing.

Nan Hua slowly closed her eyes, not wanting to be seduced by him.

In the silent kitchen, apart from the sound of boiling water, it was so quiet that even a needle could be heard falling on the ground.

She clearly heard the crackling of the fireworks in her heart, the spring plants growing steadily, and a huge peony blooming slowly.

She shook her head, trying to keep herself awake.

But the blooming flower at the bottom of her heart grew bigger and bigger, so big that it almost burst her chest.

The air seemed to have become thicker.

Huo Beiyao slowly closed his eyes, smelling the fragrance of her body greedily.

The last farewell was fleeting for her, but it seemed like years to him.

His heart felt like it was frying in a frying pan every second.

I really realized what it means to not see each other for a day, like three autumns.

In the past, increasing the intensity of work could offset longing, but not now.

No matter how much he increased his work intensity, even if he was too busy to stop, he still couldn't help thinking about her.

miss her.

Worried about it.

He can't take care of that much anymore.

What compound is not compound, he only wants her!

He can't do without her!

He hugged her tighter, so tight that he wanted to rub her into his heart.

He gradually kissed her as a whole.

Nanhua was almost out of breath after being kissed by him.

When he finally let go of her and took a breath, she suddenly stretched out her hand and slapped him in the face.

He didn't hide, just looked at her with lowered eyes.

The dark and deep eyes were wet, and the eyes were clear and full of affection.

The affection is so strong that it will overflow.

Nanhua's fingertips touched his face, but she didn't hit him.

Hate is not enough, gas is not enough.

She felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

She turned around suddenly, walked to the side of the pot, and pretended to calmly lift the lid to look at the water.

The water is on.

Bubbling and bubbling.

Her heart was beating more violently than the blisters.

She hates herself.

Why can't you be calm?

It is obviously a mass of dead ashes, why should it be revived?

She suppressed her violent heartbeat and quickly put the small wontons into the pot.

When it was down, the movement was a little fast, and a drop of hot water splashed on her finger.

She subconsciously said "ah".

Huo Beiyao hurried forward, grabbed her hand, pulled it under the faucet, turned it on, and rinsed it with cold water.

After flushing for two to three minutes, the burning pain on my fingers eased.

Nan Hua said softly, "It doesn't hurt anymore, you can go out."

"Go out, I'll watch the cooking."

Nan Hua was slightly surprised, "Can you cook?"

Huo Beiyao skillfully stirred the small wontons in the pot with a spoon, and said lightly, "Yangyang likes to eat. I learned from the cook at home, but he said how to cook them doesn't taste like mother's."

Nan Hua's nose was sour.

This man is too good at it.

Too poignant.

Again and again, he poked the softest part of her heart with Yang Yang.

With a few words, he grabbed her seven inches.

She just couldn't resist.

Can't even hate him for it.

She leaned against the wall quietly, watching him skillfully boil the small wontons.

Take out a few bowls, put shrimp skins, seaweed, and seasonings into them, then pour hot water into them, then fill them with wontons, add sesame oil, and it's done in one go.

It seems that he is really used to it.

It's not cramming.

He is working hard to learn to be a good father, to make up for the father's love that Yang Yang lost in those three years.

The wontons are brought out.

Yangyang and Yueyue surrounded them.

Huo Beiyao picked up Yueyue, put her on his lap, and fed her gently.

Afraid that the wontons would burn her mouth, he still put them on his lips, blew on them gently, and waited for the temperature to drop a little before feeding them into her mouth.

Yueyue also seemed to enjoy being fed by him.

While eating, he chatted with him in a chirping manner, calling him "Dad" every bite so affectionately.

Huo Beiyao looked very patient, and echoed her every sentence, answering every question.

Nan Hua stood aside, watching and watching quietly.

A layer of moisture gradually appeared in the eyes.

How happy they would be, what a warm family, if there wasn't that stack of photos on the bed.

Unfortunately, no if.

After eating, Yang Yang took Yueyue's hand and said, "Brother will take you upstairs and teach you how to draw."

Yueyue especially likes to draw, and when she heard it, she responded cheerfully with a sweet little milk voice: "Okay, okay, let's go, brother Yangyang!"

The two held hands and walked up the stairs.

After walking a few steps, Yang Yang stretched out his small hand and gestured "OK" to Huo Beiyao without looking back.

Nan Hua saw it and knew that he had transferred Yueyue upstairs on purpose to leave room for her and Huo Beiyao to be alone.

This kid is really clever.

People are big.

Aunt Lan quickly cleaned up the dishes and said to Nanhua, "Miss Shen, I'm going up to accompany the children."

In the huge living room downstairs, only Nan Hua and Huo Beiyao were left.

Huo Beiyao looked down at Nan Hua.

Even if he didn't do anything, just quietly looking at her like this, he would be content.

Nanhua lowered her eyes and didn't look at him.

His eyes were as deep as a pool, so bewitching.

It's the kind of temptation that once you get stuck, you can't get out, full of danger.

for a long time.

She whispered: "I can't forget what happened between you and Lin Yanyan in those three years. You miss Yueyue, and you can come and see it anytime. If possible, I hope you can send Yangyang over the weekend. Whether you or I No matter what the relationship is, it will not affect the child."

The implication is enough is enough.

Stop going on and embarrassing each other and making each other miserable.

"But I can't forget you." He looked at her with dark eyes.

Nan Hua still lowered her eyelashes slightly and said, "This is my husband's house. I have already expressed my intentions by moving in."

Huo Beiyao remained silent, but silently stretched out his arms to wrap her in his arms.

That embrace was very deep, very deep, very quiet, but very powerful.

suddenly.

A piercing bell rang.

It's Nanhua's phone.

She broke away from Huo Beiyao's arms and reached for the phone. It was Zhu Li who called.

After pressing the connection, her anxious and worried voice came from the phone: "Mr. Shen, Liu Jianjian is dead. He was hit to death by a motorcycle. The police came to me and asked to assist in the investigation, saying that there is a suspicion of murder. "

With a buzzing sound in her ears, Nanhua's mind went blank, and she looked up at Huo Beiyao, her eyes full of astonishment.

Did he send someone to do it?