Sweet wedding kiss, Mr. Huo’s most cherished treasure

Hearing this, the old man knew that Huo Tingsen's mind was hard to change, so he sighed regretfully in his heart: "Okay, Tingsen, how is the girl doing lately?"

"Same as before." Huo Tingsen said softly, his voice as mellow as old fermented rice. At this time, the sound of a child crying came from behind.

After hanging up the phone, Huo Tingsen walked to the hospital bed and picked up Chao Chao. After crying twice, the child settled in Huo Tingsen's arms and became quiet, but the corners of his red eyes were still wet.

Somehow, after the child cried, he suddenly lay in Huo Tingsen's arms, opened his small mouth and sucked the buttons on the man's luxurious white shirt like drinking milk powder.

After a while, Chao Chao spit out the button, clenched his little hands and cried in frustration.

It is obvious that the child is hungry.

While holding the child, Huo Tingsen took out a light blue thermos cup and an empty milk bottle from the nursery bag. He poured half a cup of milk from the thermos cup into the bottle, then screwed on the cap of the bottle, tested the temperature, and put The pacifier is handed to the child's mouth.

Chaochao immediately held the bottle with his two little hands and started drinking milk attentively.

That night, when Jiang Sheng and Huo Bei came to deliver documents, they brought a cloud-shaped balloon to Chaochao. Huo Tingsen tied the knot of the balloon to the handle of the balcony door.

The child liked this little toy very much. While Huo Tingsen was doing business, Chao Chao lay quietly next to Xu Yu, looking at the little balloon with a pair of dark green round pupils.

After a while, Huo Tingsen received a call from his partner. He stood up, opened the balcony door and went out to answer the call.

After discussing the cooperation, Huo Tingsen turned around and saw that the knot tied to the armrest had been loosened at some point, and the small balloon floated past him and flew away.

The next second, I saw the child who was lying quietly next to Xu Yu with his mouth flat and crying without warning.

Huo Tingsen's forehead jumped, and he quickly closed the balcony door and walked over to pick up Chaochao. At this time, the child was crying so hard that it was uncontrollable.

"Stop crying, Chao Chao, can dad buy you another one?" Huo Tingsen patted the child's little body and asked.

The child twitched his red nose and continued to cry.

Now it was really hard to coax him. Huo Tingsen had no choice but to take Chaochao and buy it in person.

The child did not stop crying until he left the inpatient unit.

A pair of moist round eyes looked curiously at the snowflakes floating on Huo Tingsen's body, holding his white and tender little hands, as if holding the whole world in his hands.

Fortunately, there was a grandma selling balloons near the hospital. Worried that the balloons would fly away again, Huo Tingsen asked the bodyguard to buy all the dozen balloons left by the grandma.

On the way back to the hospital, the child was finally happy. He was nestled in Huo Tingsen's arms and looked attentively at a small balloon tied to the front seat.

When the black luxury car was approaching the door of the hospital, the bodyguard suddenly stepped on the brakes, and Huo Tingsen quickly protected the child in his arms.

He glanced at the driver in the driver's seat with stern eyes and asked in a deep voice: "What's wrong?"

"Third Master, a flower vendor blocked the way." The bodyguard answered cautiously.

Huo Tingsen frowned and said in a cold voice: "Get out of the car and go solve it."

"Yes, Third Master," the bodyguard said.

Then the bodyguard opened the car door and got out of the car, walked to the flower seller, and before he could speak, the old man covered in snow said flatly: "I want to see your master."

"Third Master is not allowed to meet everyone. Old sir, I bought all the flowers. You should go home as soon as possible." The bodyguard said, taking out his wallet from his pocket as he spoke.

The old man raised his hand to stop the bodyguard from taking out the money: "I'm not a flower seller. I told you, I want to see your master."

Seeing this, the bodyguard frowned and said, "Then wait a moment."

As soon as the bodyguard walked to the back seat, the window automatically lowered. Before he could convey the old flower seller's request, he heard Huo Tingsen's deep voice: "Let him come here."

While speaking, Huo Tingsen's cold wind-like eyes fell on the bunch of white jasmine flowers in the old man's arms that almost blended into the white sky.

This bouquet of jasmine flowers has no exquisite packaging, as if the old man hastily broke them together from a flower bed.

The old man came over and handed the jasmine in his arms to Huo Tingsen, with a wise voice: "Jasmine can't stand the cold. If it blooms in winter, it must have special nourishment. Young man, this jasmine will never wither by your wife's side, and everything will have spirit." , she is that spirit. Flowers have their own seasons, and all flowers will return to nature throughout the year."

"Who are you?" Huo Tingsen asked seriously, without picking up the bouquet of jasmine flowers.

The old man shook his head, his eyes flashing with a hint of wisdom: "It's not important."

Taking the flowers, Huo Tingsen thanked him.

Immediately, the old man looked at the child in Huo Tingsen's arms. The corners of his wrinkled eyes were slightly raised, and the lines at the corners of his lips were firm and indifferent: "Human ethics selects pure ministers, and heaven issues edicts. This child is very clean, almost as good as your Huo family and that one." The cleanest child of the powerful Nordic family in recent hundreds of years. He should not be exposed to any filth in this world."

With his eyebrows deeply furrowed, Huo Tingsen suddenly looked coldly, holding the child in his arms, staring at the old man warily with sharp and deep eyes, and asked again in a deep voice: "Who are you?"

The old man smiled slightly, did not answer the question, turned around and gradually disappeared into the heavy snow.

The bodyguard frowned and suggested to Huo Tingsen: "Third Master, do you need me to catch him back?"

"No need." Huo Tingsen turned his head and looked at the bouquet of jasmine flowers next to him, and said coldly: "Contact Taoshan and ask him to check if there is anything wrong with this flower."

The bodyguard obeyed the order: "Yes, Third Master."

Not long after Huo Tingsen returned to the ward, Taoshan walked in with flowers in his arms and looked at Huo Tingsen: "Third Master, there is nothing wrong with the flowers. The only problem is that they should not be blooming at this time."

After thinking for a moment, Huo Tingsen said quietly: "Let it go."

On New Year's Eve, after Chaochao fell asleep, Huo Tingsen sat on the chair next to the hospital bed and looked at Xu Yu. He held Xu Yu's delicate hand with two big, well-joined hands, and gently stroked away the non-existent dust on the girl's fingertips.

The man's expression was calm, and his eyes were filled with a look that was neither sad nor happy, between despair and hope.

Suddenly, Huo Tingsen stood up, leaned over and raised his hand to hold the back of Xu Yu's head. With the other hand, he unbuttoned her collar, revealing a fair and slender shoulder, and his eyes fell on the flower on her back.

Suddenly, his pupils tightened, and he saw that the flower on Xu Yu's back turned pale pink at some point, and the flower that had been gradually becoming perfect before suddenly turned into petals again.

It is like the decline of a flower after its peak period.

A complicated glint flashed across Huo Tingsen's eyes, he put Xu Yu's clothes back on, lowered his head and kissed the girl's quiet eyebrows.

At this moment, he understood what the old man just said.

When the jasmine season comes next year, Xu Yu will definitely come back to him.