After marrying a wealthy vegetative person Chongxi[Transmigration Book]

"I haven't fulfilled what I promised, and I'm going to be responsible instead. Is it unreasonable?"

I smelled the medicinal green leafy sweet fragrance on Huo Xinhong's body. It was the male fragrance I personally picked for him this morning. Jin Miao touched his hand with one hand and looked into the depths of those blue eyes. Her voice was crisp and vivid, without a trace of it fear:

"The promise to go horseback riding with me has not been fulfilled, Mr. Huo is going to break his promise?"

promise him...

"If you really want to repay me, try smiling at me."

Tian Jinmiao's voice suddenly sounded in my ears, just like now, clear and sweet, like a ding-dong spring in the mountains.

Huo Xinhong, who was originally full of hostility, gradually loosened his grip, lowered his eyelids, and said hoarsely:

"So, shall we move out tomorrow?"

The young man in front of him exudes vigor, his eyebrows and eyes are curved like a crescent moon, and the corners of his lips are naturally smiling, like a bright spring day. Huo Xinhong wants to protect this smile no matter what.

"So suddenly?"

Faintly aware of his emotional ups and downs, Jin Miao held his hand uncomfortably and patiently comforted him:

"When you fully recover, if you really don't want to live here, you can move out together."

"You said, together."

Looking into his calm eyes, Huo Xinhong still couldn't settle down, after thinking about it, he asked in a deep voice:

"However, grandpa may kick me out of the Huo family in a fit of anger."

Seeing that Jin Miao was indifferent, Huo Xinhong thought he didn't understand, and continued:

"At that time, I will have nothing, and even the two of us will not be able to get along in Huaguo. Do you know what this means?"

"You know, I have to be like 'Master Xia', lingering abroad, selling copybooks for a living?"

Looking at the stunned Huo Xinhong with a smile, Jin Miao grabbed his shirt with one hand and joked:

"At that time, you will take care of me and let Mr. Huo grind ink and brush for me every day. It's a pleasure to think about it."

"Now I can also sharpen ink and brush for you."

His words were like sparks, and there seemed to be beacons in Huo Xinhong's heart, which were ignited one after another; on the originally dark and gloomy days, suddenly there was light ahead, like a warm but not dazzling sun slowly rising from the horizon:

"I'm still confident that I can do it well."

"Before that, let me go."

Patting his hand, Jin Miao glared at him angrily, pretending to be dissatisfied:

"Don't do it without saying a word."

"understood."

Reluctantly unwilling to put down his arms, Huo Xinhong's chest seemed to be full, and he didn't want to let Jin Miao out of sight for a moment:

"Then you stay here with me."

In the evening, the two called Huo Xinyan into their room to have dinner together, briefly explained a few words, and soon it was time to fall asleep.

After turning off the lights in the room, Huo Xinhong lay on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.

Before they were five years old, their family lived in Huo Zhai, and his mother once liked to take him and Xin Yan to the garden to bask in the sun and tell them stories with books.

Until Huo Xiaoyun appeared from time to time, he didn't know what the two talked about in the distance, but he only remembered that his mother's eyes were red every time she came back.

He inadvertently heard his mother crying to his father, and vaguely heard his father urging her to "be patient", "think about it for me", "what will I do after leaving the Huo family", and then impatiently dismissed her "Hua Guo is like this" .

The mother was depressed for nearly a year, and then her temper became more and more irritable, and she no longer wanted to hug the two brothers.

Suddenly one day, the mother with crazy eyes broke into the bedroom, picked him up involuntarily, walked out the door without looking back, and didn't even look at the younger brother who chased him out and fell down and cried.

When he realized it, his mother had already stuffed him into the car, and the huge Huo Zhai became smaller in the rear mirror of the car.

"Can't sleep?"

A soft voice resounded in the room, pulling Huo Xinhong out of his memories. He turned over, unable to see his expression clearly in the darkness:

"It bothered you?"

Jin Miao sat up softly: "No, I can't sleep either."

"Want to preview in advance?"

Turning on the bedside lamp, Huo Xinhong raised his hand to signal him to come over, and opened the notebook:

"Maybe I'll be sleepy after listening to it."

Jin Miao: Is this a joke?confused.jpg

Huo's started as a trading company for building materials. The group adopts a regionalized operation model, and its scale has expanded rapidly in just a few decades. At present, the industry has covered all walks of life, and its market value is roughly estimated at trillions.

"The board of directors is composed of my grandfather and a group of veterans. I am in charge of the general manager's office, which consists of brand, operation, finance, and human resources departments, and coordinates regional companies at all levels."

With focused eyes, the faintly bright screen shines on Huo Xinhong's handsome facial features, like a god:

"The management of the regional company is the direct executor of the group's decision-making. It is directly transferred and appointed by the manager's office, and certain authority is delegated to them according to their maturity."

It was very quiet in the bedroom, Jin Miao was half on his body, leaning against him was very warm; Huo Xinhong's voice was calm and powerful, making people feel safe, and Jin Miao unconsciously leaned on his shoulder...

"Did I really fall asleep? Sorry!"

Opening his eyes, he saw the person leaning on the cushion beside him. Jin Miao covered his eyes with one hand, wishing to cover himself with the quilt:

"Why didn't you wake me up?"

"You slept well."

Those introductions were already boring, so Huo Xinhong naturally reached out and stroked his hair, like soothing a cat that just woke up:

"Just listen to whatever you want, anyway, it's only half an hour."

"I still remember a little bit."

After realizing that she had slept next to him all night, Jin Miao blushed to her ears, half stood up, and changed the topic:

"Don't you even need to sleep? Why do you wake up so early?"

"Sleep together for six hours the day before the accident."

Can't help but raised his hand to touch his hot side face, Huo Xinhong's eyes became serious, and asked in a low voice:

"You have a fever? I'll ask Uncle Yan to deliver some medicine, and lie down quickly."

Jin Miao: Aren't you a fool? !

"I am fine."

Ever since Huo Xinhong woke up, Jin Miao felt that he had blushed more times than in his entire life, and it was all his fault:

"The quilt is too thick."

Huo Xinhong was worried: "But it's hotter to the touch?"

His palm was warm and generous, with a thin layer of calluses on his fingertips, touching the white and tender skin of Jin Miao's face, and touching his earlobe intentionally or unintentionally, Jin Miao felt that even his breathing began to be difficult.

"I'll just wash my face."

Swallowing several saliva, Jin Miao pressed down his restless hand, put on his slippers and ran to the bathroom as if fleeing.

After taking a handful of cold water and splashing it on his face, Jin Miao looked carefully at the person in the mirror, the blush faded a little, but it was still obvious.

He didn't realize that this was the first time sharing the same bed with Huo Xinhong. While brushing his teeth, what he thought was:

He shouldn't be angry, right?

"It's still early, do you want to rest for a while?"

Hearing the sound of him opening the bathroom door, Huo Xinhong put away his joy and said calmly:

"Actually, the introduction about the Huo family this morning can be cancelled. The content is similar."

"okay."

Sitting back on his bed with the quilt in his arms, Jin Miao opened his notebook to review, recalling the explanation from last night, and said casually:

"Although Huo's system is conducive to expansion, it seems inconvenient to centralize management."

"That's it."

Unexpectedly, he still remembered, Huo Xinhong nodded slightly, and replied:

"I think the current management model is no longer suitable for the current scale of Huo's. Since he took office, he has planned to reform step by step, and there have been many obstacles."

Yesterday he said that he would have nothing if he left Huo's. Naturally, he wanted to amuse Jin Miao. He had carefully planned for a long time, just waiting for a suitable time, so that his company would make a strong debut.

As for Huo's old ship, since Huo Yihai wanted it so much, he would not only give it to the other party, but also give it a big gift.

The morning passed peacefully. After lunch, the two of them changed into formal clothes and prepared to broadcast live in the study.

"Really handsome."

This is the first time Jin Miao saw Huo Xinhong wearing a suit, a well-tailored dark black jacket, a silk vest under the jacket, a snow-white French shirt, sterling silver cuff buttons, a dark gray tie around the neckline, and a neat and perfect hairstyle.

"Thank you."

There was a flash of pride in his eyes, Huo Xinhong would not admit it, he had been waiting for Jin Miao's compliment, and said without changing his face:

"You too."

The clothes of the two remained the same, but Jin Miao looked more bookish, like an elegant nobleman.

"Let's get started."

While Jin Miao was not paying attention, when Huo Xinhong leaned over to turn on the computer, he moved quietly, and then deliberately turned sideways to ask Jin Miao who was sitting next to him:

"Ready?"

"Okay... ah, wait."

Looking at his neckline, Jin Miao couldn't help but leaned closer and raised his hand to straighten his crooked tie, jokingly said:

"If people see it, my good wife will be dereliction of duty, look."

His eyes were drooping, and his slender eyelashes cast a shadow on his lower eyelids. Huo Xinhong could feel his warm breath, mixed with the fresh scent of seaweed on his body.

As soon as he raised his eyes, Jin Miao was caught off guard by Huo Xinhong's clear pupils, softly reflecting his own appearance, as if something had hit him suddenly in his heart, he turned his head away in a panic, but his hand was held by that person.

"Be perfunctory first, or you will be seen through."

Suppressing his frantic heartbeat, Huo Xinhong opened the desk drawer and took out a small velvet gift box:

"if you do not mind."

The pair of sterling silver rings, with a simple and elegant style, shone brightly under the sunlight outside the window, lying quietly in the deep red velvet.

Jin Miao was still in a daze, and there was a cool touch on the ring finger of his left hand, and the man's fingertips swept across his palm like the tip of a cat's tail, making his back tremble.

When he recovered, Huo Xinhong held his hand tightly and turned on the camera:

"Dear viewers and friends from the media, thank you for your attention to Huo's..."

"Under his care, my body is fine..."

"I believe that soon, I will shoulder the future of the Huo family again. Please wait and see, thank you."

The half-hour explanation will end soon. As soon as Huo Xinhong closed his notebook, his phone vibrated almost at the same moment:

It was Huo Xiaoyun.

"Why did he appear at the briefing? He..."

Cutting off the call with a blank expression, Huo Xinhong turned his head and saw Jin Miao looking at him with curled lips, like a kitten angry with others, he asked knowingly:

"what happened?"

"You don't want to get away with it, do you?"

Looking at him with raised eyebrows, Jin Miao rubbed the ring with one hand, and said in a semi-provocative tone:

"I mind."

That is, after sleeping in the same bed for one night, Huo Xinhong thought, he really didn't think that much, the pair of rings just wanted to show the outside world, it can't be so casual, sincere apology:

"sorry."

Jin Miao got angry for a moment: ...

Huo Xinhong has only written 160 pages of the perfect pursuit plan pdf, and has not checked each item in detail.

"By the way, on my way back from class yesterday, someone asked me if I had any intention to invest in perfume research and development projects."

When the two returned to the bedroom, Jin Miao took out a business card from the briefcase and handed it to Huo Xinhong:

"The other party seems to have come prepared. Not only did he find out the details of Jinjia, but he also told me the university and major I attended. He even investigated my interest in perfumes. They recommended all the brands I was interested in the day before yesterday."

The day before yesterday, Huo Xinhong invited sales representatives of several international brands to bring the latest series of products to the door for Jin Miao to choose from. It is reasonable to say that the news did not come out so quickly.

Taking the business card, Huo Xinhong read the words on it clearly, a trace of cruelty flashed in his icy blue pupils, and calmly returned it to Jin Miao:

"What do you think?"

"I just don't think it should be taken lightly."

I can't say that I know the plot. Yesterday Jin Miao didn't care about that woman at all, but when he received the business card and saw the name "Yingcai Oriental Biological Company", he asked the other party to leave an "investment" document, claiming that he would consider it carefully .

"I don't know anything about investment. To be honest, I have basically no interest. What I like is research and development."

Shaking his head, Jin Miao remembered that the products the woman showed him were obviously shoddy:

"Maybe she just wants to get information about the Huo family through me? It's a pity that she found the wrong person."

The woman's name is Ou Xueying, one of Huo Yihai's lovers, the drug that the original owner in the book harmed Huo Xinhong got from her.

"She is Huo Yihai's lover, if you don't want to talk to her, don't worry about it."

Actually bypassing him and attacking Jin Miao, Huo Xinhong didn't want to pay attention to these jumping fish and shrimp, but now it seems necessary to stretch his skills:

"If you are interested in perfume research and development, let me see if there is any company suitable for acquisition."

Jin Miao, who was once again shocked by the local tyrant's thinking: "Don't be so exaggerated."

He thought that Huo Xiaoyun would be furious when he came back from the company, but Huo Xinhong waited until night, but he still didn't see him.

After thinking for a while, he called Luo Bin and Cheng Yu, and after finding out Huo Xiaoyun's plan, a sneer appeared on his lips.

That night, after Jin Miao changed into her pajamas, she saw Huo Xinhong lying on her back on the bed, staring blankly at the oil painting on the wall:

"Can't sleep again?"

"Ah."

"Do you want to listen to the music?"

Huo Xinhong was silent for a moment: "Can you read some poems to me?"

"it is good."

Sitting beside his bed, Jin Miao took out a collection of poems on the desk as in the past, and the letter paper on the title page slipped to the ground again, it was the song "When You Are Old".

"Do you like this poem?"

Rubbing the elegant and neat fonts on the paper with her fingertips, Jin Miao remembered how she saw Huo Xinhong's "acting skills" back then, couldn't help but smile slightly, and cleared her throat:

"when you are old..."

"I can't pronounce it well."

After reading it once, he saw Huo Xinhong looking at him intently, and felt a little uneasy for no reason:

"Or you should search for the version read by famous experts on the Internet."

"You read very well."

It's the most beautiful thing I've ever heard, Huo Xinhong thought in his heart, and said in a hoarse voice:

"Butone man loved the pilgrims soul you."

His eyes were resolute and warm, as if he was saying the firmest promise:

"There may be a small disturbance tomorrow, are you willing to believe me?"

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1. Jin Miao: I entertain you?

Huo Xinhong: ...

2. Huo Xinhong: The weather is fine, I bought a company for my wife to play with.

Miao Jin: (⊙o⊙)

Normal small theater:

Huo Xinhong: Insomnia, I have to listen to my wife's voice to fall asleep.

Jin Miao: Good old Gong.

Quote:

When You Are Old

—William Butler Yeats

When you are old and grey and full of sleep,

Andnodding by the fire, takedown this book,

And slowly read, and dream of the soft look

Youreye shadows once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace,

Andlovedyourbeautywithlovefalseortrue,

Butone man loved the pilgrims soul you,

And loved the sorrow of your changing face;

And ending down beside the glowing bars,

Murmur, alittlesadly, howlovefled

Andpaced upon the mountains overhead

Andhidhis face amid crowd of stars.