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

His kisses were passionate and passionate.

Huo Lingdong's lips were numb from his kiss.

She didn't have much experience in this area, and just one deep kiss made her cheeks turn red.

Shen Zheng left her lips, giving her a chance to breathe.

Huo Lingdong leaned in his arms and rested with his eyes closed.

Shen Zheng clasped her waist and rubbed her waist with his fingertips, gradually moving up.

After a while, Huo Lingdong shrank, but he didn't move away.

The sharp-jointed fingers roamed around her back, and Shen Zheng stroked the exposed skin on her back. The veins on the back of his hands bulged due to restraint.

After a while, he withdrew his hand, grabbed her chin, lifted her face, lowered his head and captured her lips again.

This time, Huo Rendong hugged the man's lean waist.

He probably exercised all year round and maintained a good figure. Huo Lingdong seemed to be able to feel his well-defined abdominal muscles through a layer of shirt fabric.

The kiss lasted for a long time, and Huo Rendong was taught how to breathe and how to kiss with tongue.

It wasn't until they finally separated that Shen Zheng leaned into her ear and whispered in a low voice, "Don't leave, okay?"

That day, Huo Rendong was silent for a long time, and finally nodded gently.

When recalling this incident, Shen Zheng was having a meeting in the conference room.

"Mr. Shen." The assistant approached him and whispered.

Only then did Shen Zheng come back to his senses.

But he was no longer in the mood and said casually: "That's it for today's meeting."

Then he got up and left the office.

All the senior officials looked at each other.

One person looked at everyone and said, "Why do I feel that Mr. Shen was thinking about women just now?"

"I also think that Mr. Shen can give me a few more days off when he gets married?"

As soon as Shen Zheng returned to the office, before he could send a message to Huo Lingdong, he received a call from the old man of the Shen family.

The old man of the Shen family lives abroad all year round, and the relationship between the grandfather and grandson is not deep.

Shen Zheng's eyes twitched, thinking that this phone call was not good.

"A Zheng, I heard that you are going to marry Xiaoliu of the Huo family?" the old man asked.

Shen Zheng did not deny it, "Yes."

He leaned on the office chair, looked out the window, frowned, and pursed his thin lips into a straight line.

"Grandpa thinks this marriage is not very good. If you want to get married, I think the Chu family of country x is pretty good."

Shen Zheng tugged at the corner of his lips, raised his hand and loosened his tie, his voice was as cold as ice, "Old man, do you think you can dictate to my marriage?"

Mr. Shen didn't change his expression and just chuckled, "A Zheng, sitting in your position, it's not a good thing to be emotional."

"You speak directly."

Mr. Shen: "The Chu family is the leading family in country x. Your marriage to Miss Chu will be very helpful to our Shen family's status in country x."

Shen Zheng raised the corners of his lips and showed an almost pitiful smile.

The old man was ambitious when he was young, but he didn't expect that he would be like this when he was old.

Shen Zheng was suddenly a little glad that he had not become a person like the old man. He had been living for power and money all his life. It was too tiring.

Shen Zheng threw the torn off tie on the desk, "Grandpa, do you think I can't develop the market in country x without the Chu family?"

"No, with the Chu family, this path will be safer. Besides, Miss Chu has been happy with you for more than a day or two. This marriage will be of no harm to you or the Shen family."

Shen Zheng narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "In that case, it would be better for you, old man, to arrange the marriage in person. It will be safer."

"you……"

Shen Zheng hung up the phone, threw the phone on the desk, stood up and stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window with his hands on his waist.

He looked at the tall buildings in front of him that were almost hidden in the white clouds, his own shadow reflected in his eyes.

In my memory, my parents were married in business, and even the dining table was their office.

He and Shen Qiu have never received care and love from their parents.

When he was 17 years old, Shen's father and Shen's mother's plane crashed.

To be honest, Shen Zheng didn't feel much sad at that time.

But he had already decided that he would never let himself live the life of his parents.

Lucky for him, he fell in love with Huo Lonicera.

Shen Zheng twitched his lips. The old man wanted to control his marriage?

Think beautifully.

After get off work, Shen Zheng picked up Huo Lingdong to try on wedding dresses.

The wedding dress is handmade by well-known craftsmen and is beautiful.

Huo Lingdong stood in front of the mirror, dragging the hem of her wedding dress. The woman in the mirror was delicate and gentle, as beautiful as a hibiscus.

Shen Zheng came from behind her, stood next to her, took her hand with the ring on it, lowered his head and kissed the ring, "Are you satisfied?"

He still remembered her saying that she was wearing a wedding dress for the first time and wanted to be beautiful.

Huo Rendong nodded, she turned around and asked, "Do you think it looks good?"

"Do you still have to ask?" Shen Zheng held her in his arms and kissed her passionately on her shoulder, "My wife is the most beautiful."

Huo Lingdong raised the corners of her lips and looked at herself in the mirror again. Her pupils were bright, reflecting the light in the studio.

At this moment, the words she had deliberately forgotten echoed in her mind again.

"Classmate Huo, you should live a good life and be happy."

Huo Lingdong's eyes were sore and tears rolled down.

She leaned into Shen Zheng's arms, sobbing softly, her weak shoulders trembling.

Shen Zheng knew why she was crying. He pursed his lips and stayed with her.

He once met Chen Ye, and he was indeed a very good person.

If he had not died, he would surely be a genius passed down from generation to generation in the medical field.

*

Huo Tingsen is going on a business trip tomorrow, but he is very worried tonight.

In the cloakroom, two children were sitting in the open suitcase.

Chaochao hugged Huo Tingsen's coat and blinked at him, "Dad, can you wear Chaochao? I really want to be with daddy."

"Ba Ba." Chu Chu hugged her clothes and put her two small milk bottles in the suitcase.

He put all the guys who were eating in there, and it seemed that he wanted to go with Huo Tingsen.

Huo Tingsen frowned, raised a helpless smile on his lips, and bent down to take the two children out of the suitcase.

Chaochao: "No, no, I want to go on a business trip with my father."

Chuchu: "No, no, no."

Huo Tingsen put them both on the bed and he sat on the edge of the bed.

Chuchu climbed onto his lap and pulled his finger. The little girl had already learned to pretend to be pitiful at an age when she couldn't even speak.

A pair of big black eyes, twinkling, and a cute little face, looking aggrieved.

Huo Tingsen pinched the soft flesh on the little girl's face and said, "Chuchu, would you, brother and mother wait at home for dad to come back? It's too hard to travel on a business trip, and dad doesn't want our children to suffer."