After giving up, the wealthy ex knelt down and begged me to turn back

Huo Qingyan suddenly changed the subject, Jiang Su responded in a daze: "Oh."

And Huo Qingyan still looked at him.

His eyes were hot, which made Jiang Su feel a little panicked.

At this time, there was a knock on the door outside.

"The takeaway is here, I'll get it." Jiang Su turned around, heaved a sigh of relief, and walked quickly to the door.

……

Huo Qingyan ordered the mandarin duck pot.

Jiang Su usually only eats red soup when eating hot pot, but Huo Qingyan can't.

After joining the group for more than two months, Jiang Su was tired of eating the box lunch in the five-star hotel. He stared at the pot with his chopsticks in his hands, with "want to eat" written all over his face.

The staring look is particularly painful.

Finally, the pot opened.

Huo Qingyan ordered a few slices of easy-to-cook snowflake beef first, and put them in for Jiang Su to eat first, and then continued cooking other dishes.

The bowl in front of Jiang Su was never empty.

Finally, Jiang Su noticed that Huo Qingyan didn't eat much: "You eat too."

Huo Qingyan: "Yes."

As soon as I put a shrimp in the bowl, I saw Jiang Su on the opposite side suddenly raised his head as if thinking of something.

"What's wrong?" Huo Qingyan asked.

Just as Jiang Su was about to speak, he heard someone knock on the door.

"It should be Da Xu..."

Jiang Su said awkwardly: "When I came back earlier, Da Xu said he ordered takeaway."

As a result, when he entered the door, he found Huo Qingyan coming. After that, he never thought of Xu Mocun again.

I feel a little guilty.

Huo Qingyan probably saw Jiang Su's thoughts, and stood up with a half-smile: "I'll go and open the door."

Xu Mocun stood outside the door, wondering if Jiang Su had fallen asleep after not coming to open the door for so long.

Just as he was thinking about whether to call Jiang Su, the door opened.

"Su Su, you..." Are you asleep?

Xu Mocun was stunned: "Mr. Huo?"

Huo Qingyan's expression was calm, and his tone was indifferent: "We ordered hot pot takeaway, and we are about to ask you to come over to eat."

"Yeah, I'm going to call you." Jiang Su also followed, his tone very sincere.

If it weren't for the little red oil remaining at the corner of the mouth, it might seem more sincere.

Xu Mocun glanced at Jiang Su quietly: "Thank you Mr. Huo, I don't like hot pot."

His house made it clear that he forgot his friends after seeing sex.

Is he going?

Xu Mocun, the orphan manager, returned to his room with the takeaway.

……

After eating the hot pot, Huo Qingyan called the takeaway shop to collect the tableware.

Jiang Su went to the bathroom to take a shower first.

Huo Qingyan cleaned up the dining table and processed two more mails, but Jiang Su hadn't come out of the bathroom yet.

It's been three and ten minutes.

Huo Qingyan frowned, got up and walked to the bathroom door.

When he was about to approach, the bathroom door opened a crack, and Jiang Su poked his head out with foam on his face. When he saw Huo Qingyan, he looked a little awkward.

Huo Qingyan asked him warmly: "What's wrong?"

Jiang Su pursed his lips: "It seems...the water has been cut off."

In fact, the water stopped ten minutes ago.

He usually washes his hair together while taking a shower, and just after applying the shower gel and shampoo, he ran out of water all of a sudden.

He thought with luck that the hotel has water reserves, and there should be water soon.

But after waiting for more than ten minutes, he chose to give up.

There was a few seconds of silence in the air.

Huo Qingyan had never encountered such a situation before. He blinked and said tentatively, "Shall I find water for you?"

Jiang Su nodded hurriedly.

……

Huo Qingyan will be back soon.

The hotel does have water reserves, but there is a problem with the water pipes on this floor, so the water gate can only be closed.

The waiter brought them hot water.

Jiang Su was in the bathroom, so it was impossible for them to send it in directly. After placing it at the door, Huo Qingyan brought the hot water to the door of the bathroom.

Jiang Su poked his head out through the crack of the door as before.

Huo Qingyan paused, and asked, "You take it yourself, or should I help you?"

Jiang Su blinked.

"It will be all right."

Huo Qingyan's expression froze for a moment.

Then, he lifted the water and pushed open the bathroom door.

It was very warm in the bathroom.

Jiang Su stood aside with bubbles on his head, all wet.

A body that has been exercising for a long time has clear texture and beautiful lines. It looks good even when wearing clothes, let alone no clothes now.

Huo Qingyan's Adam's apple rolled: "I think helping people should help to the end."

Jiang Su nodded with red ears: "I think what you said makes sense."

At the very beginning, Huo Qingyan scooped up water in a serious manner to help Jiang Su rinse the foam off his hair.

Huo Qingyan's whole body was suppressed by rushing.

Jiang Su's clear eyes made him feel an inexplicable sense of guilt.

He covered Jiang Su's eyes with his hand.

When the line of sight dimmed, there was a soft touch on the lips.

The originally gentle kiss became fierce when Jiang Su slightly raised his head to greet him, with a strong aggression.

The shower, which had not been turned off after the water was cut off, sprayed water at this moment, soaking the two of them in an instant.

Jiang Su's breath was almost taken away by the deepening kiss.

He twisted Huo Qingyan's waist, and when Huo Qingyan let go of the pain, Jiang Su was able to breathe.

"Take it easy."

"It's not easy."

The man's lips came up again.

With a bitter breath, Jiang Su was wrapped up in his body.

The shirt and trousers were thrown on the floor, washed and soaked by the jet of water from the shower, the hot water splashed on the scorching skin, and the cramped bathroom was hot and sticky.

Confused, Jiang Su heard the man ask him hoarsely, "Is there a show tomorrow morning?"

Jiang Su tilted his head and thought about it carefully.

"In the afternoon."

After receiving the response, Huo Qingyan lost the last trace of reason left.

……

When I woke up, it was already the next morning.

Very light touch on the arm.

Like a bug crawling over it.

Jiang Su was still not quite sober, he turned his head in a daze, and saw Huo Qingyan holding his left forearm and rubbing it.

Realizing that Jiang Su was awake, Huo Qingyan leaned over to kiss him.

Jiang Su was forced to accept a kiss.

"Why do you keep touching my arm?"

"How did you get hurt here?"

Huo Qingyan raised his arm and pointed to an inconspicuous scar on the lower arm, which was obviously stitched.

The location is not very conspicuous, and Jiang Su's skin is fair, so if he usually conceals it intentionally, it will hardly be noticed.

After being discharged from the hospital, Huo Qingyan and Jiang Su lived together for so long, so they naturally saw this scar a long time ago.

It's just that he didn't have a chance to look carefully.

Jiang Su lowered his eyes to look at his arm. It was the injury caused by a car accident on the way home from the auction that night. He needed five stitches.

Seeing Jiang Su's complexion paled a bit, Huo Qingyan paused slightly: "Is it related to me?"

Jiang Su shook his head: "No."

Seeing Jiang Su's reluctance to mention more, Huo Qingyan knew that this matter might not be directly related to him, but it was a very bad memory.

He held Jiang Su's arm and kissed gently on the scar.

Jiang Su wanted to retract his arm, but heard Huo Qingyan's voice again.

"Can you talk to me?"

"You want to know?"

"Ah."

"it is good."

In front of Huo Qingyan, Jiang Su never deliberately avoided the past, as long as Huo Qingyan wanted to know, he would definitely tell Huo Qingyan.