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

"Invite us to the wedding." Huo Tingsen said, sitting on the sofa with Xu Yu.

Hearing this, Xu Yu responded with a rather unhappy tone: "I don't want to see Huo Huaishu."

"I won't let him come next time." He raised his hand and rubbed Xu Yu's slender back. Huo Tingsen's tone was without anger when he spoke, and there was even a kind of excitement in his eyes.

That kind of excitement seemed like something that had been unavailable for a long time suddenly came to my heart, causing a huge turbulent wave in my chest.

Xu Yu nodded.

At this time, Atlas suddenly ran in from the door, his hair so clean and shiny.

Coming to the carpet next to the sofa, Atlas groaned twice and stared directly at the child in Xu Yu's arms.

"Ah..." Chaochao clenched his little hands excitedly and kept kicking his little feet. It seemed that this kid and Atlas were old friends.

The next second, a Samoyed with white and fluffy hair ran in from outside and squatted on the carpet with Atlas.

Seeing this scene, Huo Tingsen raised his hand and took the child from Xu Yu's arms, and then placed the child between Samoyed and Atlas.

Children as young as five months old can already learn basic sitting postures.

The little Samoyed lay next to his little master, raised his chubby little paws and gently patted the child's little feet.

Like a big brother, Atlas lay aside and guarded the court.

Xu Yu felt that Zaizai must have gotten along well with these two little guys during the days when she was in a coma.

Huo Tingsen called Aunt Tong to guard the child, and then went back to the room with Xu Yu in his arms.

Returning to the room, closing the door, strong arms wrapped around Xu Yu's waist, turning her steps and pressing her behind the door, and kissed her overwhelmingly.

Xu Yu's two slender hands hooked the man's broad and hard shoulders, the back of his head rested on Huo Tingsen's palm, and his neck was slightly raised to accept Huo Tingsen's kiss.

From yesterday to now, Xu Yu has only been passive under the influence of Huo Tingsen's strong thoughts.

I don't know how long it took before Huo Tingsen showed mercy and let go of Xu Yu's lips. He leaned beside her with his tall and tall body, tilted his head and kissed the girl's sensitive ear. Xu Yu's body suddenly trembled, and his hands subconsciously tightened. Huo Tingsen's shoulders.

"Baby, I'm going on a business trip for three days." Huo Tingsen's voice was low, and his words almost touched Xu Yu's cochlea.

Xu Yu leaned on the man's shoulder, pursed his lips, twitched his black eyelashes, and asked softly: "Will you be back in three days?"

"Yes." Huo Tingsen promised, his knuckled fingertips wrapped around Xu Yu's waist, and he suddenly pulled the girl's body towards him. He lowered his head again and blocked her lips. His voice was as low as the echo deep in the bell tower: "Xu Yu Yu, wait for me for three days, okay?"

Xu Yu closed her eyes and responded to him vaguely: "Okay."

Huo Tingsen set off for City A that day.

After arriving in City A, he did not go to a high-end hotel to attend a business reception, nor did he go to a listed company to negotiate a contract. Instead, he went to a temple in the suburbs.

No one knew that on the night Xu Yu woke up, Huo Tingsen received a strange text message on his cell phone.

The phone number of City A asked him to come to Fanjing Temple to fulfill his wish.

Huo Tingsen almost immediately thought of the old man delivering flowers who appeared almost mysteriously on that snowy night.

Whether out of caution or to protect Xu Yu and Chaochao, Huo Tingsen has to come to this temple.

Walking up from the foot of the mountain and arriving at the door of the temple, Huo Tingsen held his pocket with one hand. His tall figure gradually fell into the darkness. After a moment of doubt, he raised his hand and knocked on the closed door of the temple.

After a while, footsteps came from inside, and the temple door was gently opened from inside. A young monk stuck his head out and looked up at Huo Tingsen: "Donor, are you Mr. Huo Tingsen?"

Huo Tingsen's voice was low: "Yes."

After confirming his identity, the young monk opened the door and let Huo Tingsen walk in.

Then, the little monk closed the door and stood on tiptoe to pull the latch.

Immediately afterwards, the little monk led Huo Tingsen into the temple.

Huo Tingsen looked around. The temple was filled with the smell of incense ash. Green bamboos were planted on both sides of the road. There was a large rectangular incense burner in front of the temple door, which contained many incense roots that were almost buried in the incense ashes.

After passing several halls, the young monk took Huo Tingsen to a clean Zen room, stood up on tiptoes, opened the door, and crossed the threshold.

"Donor Huo, Master asked you to rest here." The young monk said to Huo Tingsen.

Hearing this, Huo Tingsen frowned slightly: "Who is your master?"

"Master Xuankong." The young monk replied, and then left the meditation room.

The night was dark. Huo Tingsen walked into the Zen courtyard with his hands in his pockets. He raised his eyes slightly and looked at the full moon hanging in the sky.

Then he sat down on a wicker chair in the Zen courtyard, took out his cigarette case and lighter, and smoked a cigarette.

At this time, Nanshan Mansion in City B.

In the master bedroom with only one wall lamp on, Xu Yu lay on his side on the soft bed, holding the child in his arms.

Her slender hand gently patted the child's back. After a while, just when Xu Yu thought Chaochao had fallen asleep and was about to stop what he was doing, he suddenly heard a milky laugh.

Immediately afterwards, Xu Yu lowered her head and saw that the child had raised his head from her arms. His soft little hands were holding the hem of Xu Yu's clothes. A pair of dark green pupils were filled with Xu Yu's reflection.

Xu Yu smiled and frowned helplessly, with a soft and gentle voice: "Zai Zai, I can't sleep during the day tomorrow."

This child has lived in completely different hemispheres from her.

The child was not sleepy at all. He suddenly put his little hand into his mouth and sucked the tip of his little finger. It seemed that he wanted to drink milk.

Xu Yu pursed her lips, looked down at herself, and sighed with disappointment in her heart.

Aunt Tong told her that it is better for children in this month to drink breast milk, and Xu Yu also understood this truth.

but……

Xu Yu sighed and raised his hand to touch the child's little hand: "Chaochao, don't bite your fingers. Mommy asked Grandma Tong to prepare milk powder for you. Okay?"

Regardless of whether he understood or not, the child put his little hand on Xu Yu's chest, grinned at her with his small mouth, revealing a white and tender baby tooth.

Xu Yu also gave the child a soft smile, then left the bedroom and went downstairs to let Aunt Tong prepare milk powder.

After Aunt Tong prepared the milk powder, Xu Yu returned to the bedroom with the milk bottle.

The child lay obediently on the quilt, raised his two little hands, shook them slowly, and stared at his hands as if looking at treasures.

Xu Yu walked over, put the bottle on the bedside table, raised his hand to lift the quilt, and just picked up the child from the bed. When he saw something, his dark pupils shrank, and Xu Yu almost fell to the ground.

I saw a small red birthmark similar to the shape of a plum blossom appearing on the child's white and soft little arm.