Break the ring for her!Paranoid Mr. Huo after marriage, he pinches his waist and pets him

Tang Sui Wan only trotted for a few steps, her breath became a little short, and her lips turned slightly pale.

She grabbed the corner of the man's clothes, gasped for breath, and looked up at Huo Shichuan.

The man is undoubtedly handsome, with deep browbones, revealing the dark eyes more and more, with exposed cruelty and sternness, he roams around in various situations with ease.

Tang Suiwan subconsciously moved the tip of her nose and took a light sniff.

That was her habitual movement in the dark days of her previous life.In her memory, there is always a pleasant scent of light sandalwood on a man's body, which is mixed with her floral-scented body wash to create a special and fascinating scent.

But at this moment, she smelled the obvious smell of tobacco, with the spicy aftertaste of mint mouthwash, which made her frown slightly.

"Smoking is bad for your health." Tang Suiwan said softly.

Huo Shichuan was too tall, so Tang Suiwan had to slightly look up at people.Those delicate and clear peach blossom eyes were revealed in the man's eyes, with sincerity and innocence, and a little unconscious closeness and dependence.

Tang Suiwan's snow-skinned red lips actually have a very bright and flamboyant appearance, but his eyes seem to be full of spring water, and even the soft fluff on his face has a green and clean feeling, and the tail of his right eye is a little red The little mole is also docile and well-behaved.

Huo Shichuan's eyes darkened, and he nodded slightly, "Okay."

Tang Suiwan's fingertips were tangled up in front of him, and her black brows were furrowed, showing a slight tangle.

"I, I heard Ye Jianhe's call," Tang Suiwan had already roughly thought about what to say when he was waiting for Huo Shichuan to arrive. At this moment, he mustered up the courage to speak, and the girl's sweet voice trembled slightly, "I can follow you go."

"But you can't help Ye Jianhe."

Huo Shichuan looked at Tang Suiwan. Because of painting, she was wearing old clothes. The white long sleeves and light khaki skirt had been stained with various paints.

Even that jade-run and fair little face was crookedly scratched.

However, the little girl didn't feel anything, she blinked her beautiful eyes, and said sternly.

"Help me get back the Tang family's things, and I'll follow you, Huo Shichuan, okay?"

Tang Suiwan was originally full of confidence, but seeing the man pursing his lips in silence, he became a little uncertain, and the ending trembled weakly, with a little hesitation.

She lowered her eyes and thought for a while, then reached out and grabbed Huo Shichuan's hand.

Tang Suiwan remembered that in his previous life, Huo Shichuan liked to gently caress her face.

The man's palm was wide and warm, and he obediently followed Tang Suiwan's strength to touch that tender cheek.

Tang Suiwan grabbed Huo Shichuan's hand and touched her cheek, then asked again, "Are you okay, Huo Shichuan."

Like a stupid fox who thinks he is shrewd, when he sees a hunter throwing his gun and taking off his armor, he thinks he is a good guy, so he foolishly rubs his trousers, wishing to show his soft belly for the black-hearted hunter to touch.

His calloused fingertips brushed Tang Suiwan's cheeks, spreading the blue paint away more and more.

Under Tang Suiwan's dazed eyes, Huo Shichuan smiled, and said in a hoarse voice, "Okay."

There was a lingering paranoid possessiveness in his eyes, and because he was too restrained, he was slightly scarlet.

Wanwan, you bumped into it yourself.

Just don't blame me - be possessive.

……

When Ye Jianhe looked at the time, he saw Huo Shichuan standing alone under the ginkgo tree.

The man's posture is lazy, and the black bodhi bead string is twirling in his right hand once and for all. The whole person is like a lion who has eaten and drunk, and is dozing lazily.

Noticing the sound of Ye Jianhe's approaching footsteps, Huo Shichuan looked up casually. The black bodhi beads collided with each other with a dull sound, and the man took them back to his wrist.

Ye Jianhe took a look at the glass greenhouse, making sure that Tang Suiwan was still drawing in it, and then smiled obsequiously at Huo Shichuan, "Mr. Huo, look, my niece..."

Huo Shichuan raised his hand to stop Ye Jianhe's words.

There was a vague smile on the man's lips, he was full of dignity and arrogance, and even a casual sentence seemed to be giving orders naturally.

"I want this house and her."

Ye Jianhe didn't expect to build this house, his face changed slightly, "Mr. Huo..."

Huo Shichuan raised his eyelids, his expression cold and indifferent, as if he was looking at a dead person who didn't know what to do.

But the smile on the corners of his lips was deep and treacherous, "Is there a problem?"

Both Ye Jian and his back shirts were drenched in cold sweat. For a moment, he didn't know whether his decision to send Tang Suiwan was right or wrong.

But Huo Shichuan had already arrived in front of him, so he couldn't help but think about it, so he could only grit his teeth and nod, "No problem."

Ye Jianhe led the way and led Huo Shichuan back to the living room.

Ye Meng, who had been waiting anxiously, immediately ran to the kitchen and snatched the tea that the servant was about to bring out.

Huo Shichuan sat down on the sofa, and Ye Meng walked over with a white porcelain cup. When he squatted down to put the teacup, he deliberately slowed down his movements, twisting his waist and puffing his chest, showing his body curves.

Her cheeks were slightly red, and her voice was sweet, "Mr. Huo, please drink tea."

Seeing Ye Meng's attitude, Ye Jianhe hurriedly tried to stop him.But Huo Shichuan's assistant who appeared behind him at some point slammed him down on the sofa, and the force from his shoulders and neck was so strong that his facial features were distorted.

Ye Meng didn't notice what was going on with his father, and was still blushing looking at Huo Shichuan.

Her eyelashes flickered, she leaned forward, and said in a charming voice, "Mr. Huo, in fact, I have admired you for a long time..."

Seeing Huo Shichuan half-closed his eyes indifferently, looking unmoved, Ye Meng gritted his teeth, and left behind all the instructions of his parents and the rumors about Huo Shichuan, only the man's cold and tired face in his eyes.

Her fingertips fell slowly in the air, trying to rest on the man's suit pants, "Mr. Huo—ah!"

Huo Shichuan lazily raised his eyes, raised his legs without blinking, raised his polished leather shoes, and kicked him down on the carpet mercilessly.

Ye Meng was caught off guard, and Huo Shichuan didn't hold back at all. She fell down in the middle of the living room, feeling a burning pain in her chest, which made her want to cry.

And compared to the physical pain, what she couldn't bear more was losing face in front of the helpers and father who filled the living room, and being kicked to the ground by Huo Shichuan like he was throwing rubbish.

Ye Meng's eyes were red, and she gritted her teeth and looked at Huo Shichuan, "How could you do this!"

Huo Shichuan was finally willing to give her a look, his thick eyebrows pressed against the protruding browbones, and his eyes were cold and stern.

"If you don't want your hands, just say it, and I'll chop it off for you for free."

He looked at Ye Jianhe with a smile that was not a smile, and said in a slow tone, "It seems that the tutoring in Mr. Ye's family is not very good."