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

The crowd was very lively that day, everyone said that Shen Zheng finally saw the flowers bloom and got what he wanted.

Xu Yu didn't understand.

She had always thought that Shen Zheng was just interested in Huo Lingdong temporarily. To be honest, ever since Xu Yu met Huo Lingdong, she found that her presence in the Huo family was not very strong.

Honeysuckle is like a grass that no one cares about, growing quietly among the rubble.

She planned to ask Huo Tingsen about it later.

When putting the child to sleep that night, Xu Yu discovered that the birthmark of Chaochao's little plum blossom had been transferred to her collarbone.

On the white and tender skin, the two small pink plum blossoms are particularly beautiful.

Xu Yu put on the little pajamas for the child, frowning and feeling uneasy.

Huo Tingsen stood behind her, raised his hand and pinched her shoulders twice, "Don't worry, Chao Chao will be fine."

He had already learned from the little god why Chao Chao had such a birthmark.

Fortunately, the answer is yes.

Xu Yu believed in Huo Tingsen and was comforted by him now.

After the two children fell asleep, they went back to the bedroom together.

"Third brother, do you know when Shen Zheng fell in love with honeysuckle?" Xu Yu sat on the edge of the bed, kicked off his slippers, and looked like he was waiting to hear Huo Tingsen's story.

Huo Tingsen walked over and tapped her on the head, "So gossipy?"

"A little curious."

Huo Tingsen sat next to her, picked up the cigarette case and lighter on the side and smoked a cigarette, and coaxed Xu Yu to take a few puffs.

Seeing her face turn red from being choked, he smiled wilfully.

Xu Yu glared at him, walked to the window and opened it for ventilation without putting on shoes.

"If you smoke without opening the window, you won't be afraid that I will be smoked to death by you."

Although she said this, she still went to bed and nestled into the arms of this smoking man.

Huo Tingsen hugged her with one hand and rubbed the corner of her lips with his cigarette holder.

It seems that cigarettes tainted with her scent are more pleasant to smoke.

The slightly moist cigarette holder slid against the corner of her lips, and the pungent smell of cigarette lingered on the tip of her nose.

The smell of smoke is not too unpleasant.

Xu Yu let him play without moving. When he had enough, she snatched the unfinished cigarette from his hand and put it out in the ashtray.

Huo Tingsen laughed indulgently, put her on his lap, and dishonestly got his hands under the hem of her blouse to eat tofu.

Xu Yu endured the conflict of wanting to hit her husband and said through gritted teeth, "Huo Tingsen, do you want to say it?"

Don't say I won't let him sleep tonight.

"Tell me," Huo Tingsen said, "Shen Zheng fell in love with Lonicera, that... was about eight years ago."

This night, Huo Tingsen didn't say much, but Xu Yu was inexplicably sad.

No matter how powerful a person is, he is humble when he loves others.

No matter when, secret love is always bitter.

She suddenly remembered the time when she was recuperating in the Huo family's old house seven years ago.

If she hadn't mentioned the word secret love tonight, she might never remember that she had a relationship behind Huo Tingsen's back in the past.

And the relationship that ended in vain also left a lot of weight in her heart.

It's just not obvious.

She happened to have an eye injury during that time and was temporarily unable to see the light.

It was autumn, and there was a big maple tree in the backyard of the old house. She lived on the first floor, and her window happened to face the big tree.

Perhaps her eyes were blind and her hearing was extra sensitive. At that time, she often liked to lie by the window sill and listen to the sound of falling maple leaves.

For Xu Yu at that time, the wind was her friend, greeting her with the sound of falling leaves.

She likes autumn and the sound of wind in autumn.

The days have been passing like this, sometimes boring, sometimes inexplicably, there is an extra bit of comfort from the boring.

My eyes have never recovered.

Until one day, there was no wind, but there was a sound of shoe soles stepping on dead leaves from not far away.

The footsteps were like a pleasant evening bell, drifting into her heart little by little.

Before she regained her sight, she had been staying in the room and no one had ever played with her. Xu Yu would definitely not let her go if she saw someone now.

She couldn't see it, so she waved her hands randomly, guessing the direction of the sound, with a bright smile on her lips, "Hello, my name is Xu Yu, happy Yu, nice to meet you."

As if she was afraid that the other party would run away, she couldn't wait to take out her pocket.

At that time, another gust of wind suddenly came, and she tucked her wind-blown hair behind her ears. Her eyes were covered with gauze, but her nervousness could be seen from her pursed lips.

There was no answer or footsteps for a long time. Xu Yu was a little scared and asked tentatively: "Hello, are you still there? I want to get to know you. My name is Xu Yu, Yu..."

"Happy pleasure." The man interrupted her, his voice was very clear.

Xu Yu concluded that the person was male, but she didn't care. After holding it in for so long, there was usually not even a ghost except the nanny.

It doesn't matter whether he is a man or a woman now. What is important is that there is finally a living person at her window.

Xu Yu smiled shyly, "You didn't leave? I thought you left. What's your name? Are you from the Huo family? Or are you a guest of the Huo family?"

She asked so many questions in succession, and the man was probably a little irritated, "It's not important."

I don't know whether his "not important" was talking about himself or the girl in front of him.

Xu Yu didn't force it, but she had been alone for too long and always wanted to find someone to talk to.

She sensed that this man might have a bad temper and was a little scared, but this fear was easily defeated by the loneliness she was about to face.

She was afraid that the man would leave, so she hurriedly found a topic.

"Have you...have you seen "The Pianist"? I think the plot is very interesting."

"..."

"Who are you? No one has ever come here except grandpa. Why are you here?"

"How tall are you? Are you handsome? Do you have a girlfriend? Are you married? What did you eat for lunch today? What time do you plan to get up tomorrow? What color clothes are you wearing?"

No matter what questions she asked, the other party always responded with silence.

Xu Yu was discouraged, gropingly sitting on the bench at the back, lying on the window sill with his face in his hands.

She thought the man was gone, so she complained to herself.

"The stingy guy doesn't even say a word. Does he want a million for a word?"

"He must be a stingy person, or he is a mute who would say the words "unimportant".

"I'm so annoyed. Why are these broken eyes not good?"

"Oh, I really want to drink milk tea."

What she didn't know was that the person who just said "it's not important" hadn't left yet.

The man has a handsome appearance and deep features. He is wearing a smoky gray windbreaker. There is a bright red wound on the little finger of his left hand, as if it was injured just now.

He stood there, a fiery red maple leaf hanging slowly on his shoulder. Huo Tingsen tilted his head and raised his hand to stroke the maple leaf away.

He listened to the little girl mumbling until she fell asleep, then stepped on the creaking dead leaves and left.

Early the next morning, Mr. Huo took the doctor to review Xu Yu.

The re-examination results are still the same and I need to take care of myself again.

As if he had already guessed this result, Xu Yu accepted it calmly.