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

Cheng Wanzhong pursed his lips and took a deep breath.

"Zhou Xiuchu, you are so annoying, not as cute as your sister at all."

After saying these words, Cheng Wanzhong glared at her and turned to leave.

She felt a little guilty. Wen Li had never allowed her to curse before, saying that it was not graceful for little girls to curse.

Cheng Wanzhong is a good baby. As long as she feels it is right, she will do what Wen Ru says.

And try to do it well.

But this is a special situation, and it was Zhou Xiuchu who disrespected her first.

Cheng Wanzhong returned to the room and sat on the edge of the bed.

There was a small desk lamp on the bedside, and the dim light cast the girl's shadow on the wall.

A small one, a bit pitiful.

Five minutes later, Cheng Wanzhong stood up and turned on the light in the room.

The bedroom suddenly lit up, and Cheng Wanzhong squinted his eyes to slowly adapt to the bright light.

Immediately, she walked around the room with her hands clasped, her ears always paying attention to the movement outside the door.

About 10 minutes later, Cheng Wanzhong suddenly stopped, stood on tiptoes and ran towards the door.

Put your ear to the door and listen to what's going on outside.

She was thankful that her bedroom was behind the stairs. There was no elevator in the house, so you had to go in and out via wooden stairs.

At this time, there was a steady sound of footsteps outside the door. The footsteps passed through the stairs and slowly disappeared.

Cheng Wanzhong knew that Zhou Xiuchu had gone downstairs.

She took a deep breath, opened the door, leaned forward and looked outside.

Great, there's no one in the hallway.

Cheng Wanzhong waited with bated breath for almost five minutes, took off his shoes, then opened the door again and walked out quietly.

Turning around and closing the door, Cheng Wanzhong tiptoed up the stairs without making a sound.

Arriving on the third floor, Cheng Wanzhong walked to Wenli's door, raised his hand and twisted the door lock.

The door opened, Cheng Wanzhong walked in carefully and closed the door.

Only then did I dare to take a deep breath.

"Really! Zhou Xiuchu is so annoying." Cheng Wanzhong muttered in a low voice.

Wen Ru is not a little sheep, and she is not a big bad wolf. Do you need to be so guarded against her?

After complaining about Zhou Xiuchu, Cheng Wanzhong walked to the bedside, sat on the carpet beside the bed, held Wenli's hand with both hands, lowered his head and kissed it.

Her tone was a bit complaining, "Look at you, you're unconscious and still trying to attract love, and she won't let me in! Why won't she let me in? Even though this is her home..."

"It seems like she does have the right not to let me in. After all, this is her home."

Cheng Wanzhong sighed in frustration.

She lay on the bedside, her eyes falling on the unconscious man.

"Wen Ru, please get well soon, and then we will go back to City A together. I don't want to be dependent on others here. I am always a carefree person in my family. My father coaxes me eight hundred times a day."

"Wake up quickly, I want to celebrate the New Year with you."

Cheng Wanzhong looked down at the wound on his hand and frowned in distress.

"Who on earth wants to harm you? In a society governed by law, how could that person do such a bad thing!"

She mumbled, sighed and yawned.

"It's all peeling." Cheng Wanzhong blew on the wound on his hand, then found a band-aid from the cabinet next to it and put it on.

"Wen Zhu, Wen Zhu, the kind of coma you see in the TV series will cause amnesia when you wake up. You must not lose your memory. I don't want you to forget me."

Cheng Wanzhong pursed his lips, suddenly got up from the carpet, and bent down to look at Wen Zhu.

The light was dim and the man was quiet, his dark pupils hidden under his eyelids.

Cheng Wanzhong bit his lip, then suddenly lowered his head and placed his lips on the man's pale thin lips.

The two lips touched each other, and Cheng Wanzhong felt the slightly cool temperature on Wen Li's lips, while her lips were warm.

Not only his lips, but also her cheeks and the corners of her eyes were warm.

The girl looked cautiously, as if she were handling a treasure.

She didn't dare to post it for too long, but time would always be stretched out when doing this kind of thing. After just three seconds, Cheng Wanzhong felt as if three quarters had passed.

During these three seconds, some strange thoughts kept popping up in her mind.

For a moment, I wondered if Wen Ru would wake up after being kissed by her like the princess who ate a poisoned apple. For a while, I thought, Wen Ru is not a princess. What if the butterfly effect occurs and he is kissed to death by her?

But three seconds passed and nothing happened.

Wen Ruo is not Snow White who ate the poisoned apple, and there is no butterfly effect.

Cheng Wanzhong pursed his lips in frustration, placed his hands on his face and patted it.

Then he continued to lie beside the bed with him.

She pinched his fingers and played with them like a child.

Again nagging like a little old lady.

"Wen Zhu, Wen Zhu, Wen Zhu, it would be great if you were Snow White who ate the poison apple, so that I could kiss you awake."

An hour later, Cheng Wanzhong was ready to leave.

"I'm leaving first, otherwise I will be discovered by Zhou Xiuchu. Wake up quickly. When you wake up, I will take you back to City A. City A is your home."

After saying that, Cheng Wanzhong sniffed and kissed the man's hand a little aggrievedly.

"I'll come tomorrow."

When Cheng Wanzhong walked to the stairs on the second floor, he glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw Zhou Xiuchu going upstairs.

She was startled, and cold sweat broke out on her back.

Then immediately pretend to come out of the room.

Going downstairs, I passed by Zhou Xiuchu.

Don't say a word.

When he got downstairs, Cheng Wanzhong first went to the kitchen to drink a glass of water, and then walked to the living room with the water glass.

Hearing the sound of the door opening and closing, Cheng Wanzhong immediately looked up and followed the sound.

Zhou Xiuchu entered Wen Li's room.

Cheng Wanzhong frowned, and for a while, eight hundred possibilities emerged in his mind.

This woman might have been interested in Wen Zhu, but now that she and Wen Zhu are in the same room, what if she thinks that Wen Zhu is Snow White who ate a poisoned apple and takes advantage of him, just like she did just now?

Cheng Wanzhong's eyebrows were so furrowed that they could kill a fly.

Then she raised her head and drank all the water in the glass.

Take a deep breath and rush to the third floor in one breath.

When he came to Wen Ru's room door, he secretly pressed himself against the gap in the door and looked inside.

In the room, Zhou Xiuchu was sitting beside the bed, with his back to the door, apparently looking at Wen Ru.

Very good, no hands or feet were touched.

Cheng Wanzhong breathed a sigh of relief, then took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

"Who?" Zhou Xiuchu asked.

Cheng Wanzhong pursed his lips and said, "It's me, Cheng Wanzhong."

"What?"

"It's nothing."

Zhou Xiuchu: "..."

are you crazy.

After being interrupted by the evening clock, Zhou Xiuchu was embarrassed to stay in the room any longer.

She stood at the door and looked at Cheng Wanzhong expressionlessly, "What are you doing here at night if you don't sleep?"

Cheng Wanzhong pursed his lips, "I saw you coming in and I followed you. If you didn't let me in, you went in by yourself. Sister, do you like to hear violence?"