After marrying a wealthy vegetative person Chongxi[Transmigration Book]

"When recovering from a serious illness, you should nourish qi and blood, no, no..."

The next few words seemed to burn the tongue, and Jin Miao's cheeks were flushed, like a frightened little panda, unable to say anything.

"Is it not possible to have sex?"

"Intimate" said it for him, and Huo Xinhong quickly pushed the person who was trying to slip away by the door with sharp eyes and hands. The two noses seemed to have brushed each other, and their breaths met viscously in the air:

"My classical Chinese is not as good as you, is that the way to say it?"

Gritting his teeth, Jin Miao turned away from looking at him, his white fingers grabbed Huo Xinhong's shirt into wrinkles; his eyes were slightly closed, the trembling eyelashes cast a shadow on the lower eyelid, and his rose-colored lips were tightly closed, Like a cute little rabbit, people want to eat it in one bite.

"Since you are so considerate of me, of course I will not disappoint your kindness."

Seeing that Jin Miao was not ready, Huo Xinhong originally planned to take it step by step, raised his hand and slid his fingertips across his hot side face, met his eyes that were obviously relieved, and said calmly:

"Don't watch that kind of small video too much, if you think about it, you will be punished every night for the next week to write a post-reading article on physical health science."

Jin Miao: ...

"I wanted to ask before, since you have collected those books, have you ever... hmm?"

With Huo Xinhong's "promise", Jin Miao felt relieved, got into bed after washing, and asked casually:

"Or just understand?"

The original owner was insulated from love because of his growth environment, and based on his understanding during this period of time, Jin Miao knows to some extent that Huo Xinhong is not that kind of casual person; he doesn't mind that the other party has experience, after all, he has been in modern times for so long, so he knows a little bit about today concept of society.

"I wanted to know, so I bought a serious book and studied it carefully."

Focusing on the word "serious", Huo Xinhong closed the notebook and lay down beside him:

"It's normal to be curious about your body, and there's nothing to be ashamed of. If you're wondering, I haven't practiced it."

He heard the story of "birds and bees" from his nanny when he was in elementary school. Huo Xinhong's noble school provided special health education, so when he recognized his orientation, he didn't feel any trouble, and he quickly learned how to Face it right.

Before meeting Jin Miao, Huo Xinhong didn't think about marriage at all, and hated being like a wild beast, looking for someone from the street to solve his physical problems.

"I just want to combine with the person I like, on the premise that the other person is willing."

He raised his hand, intentionally or unintentionally brushing the broken hair on Jin Miao's forehead, his icy blue pupils were soft against the moonlight outside the window:

"So, don't worry, my theoretical knowledge is solid enough. There are a series of complete protection measures in the bedside table. Even if it's 'vigorous exercise', as long as you 'warm up' in advance, you won't be injured."

Why do you say these things seriously? !

Covering her face with the quilt, Jin Miao buried her head in the pillow, too ashamed to continue this topic, said in a muffled voice:

"I'm tired, go to sleep."

The bright and clear moon peeped down in the sky, the magnolia tree outside the window was shaking in the night wind, the room was so quiet that you could hear the sound of the aroma diffuser spraying mist, and the air was filled with the elegant fragrance of chamomile.

"Can't sleep?"

Turning over, Huo Xinhong gently put a hand on the back of his hand, and looked at him quietly:

"Are you not used to the bed?"

"Read me a poem, will you?"

Holding his hand behind his back, Jin Miao took the initiative to rub against his arms, half-closed his eyes, like a lazy cat:

"You can fall asleep after listening to it."

"Mineeyehathplayedthepainterandhathstelled,

Thybeauty's formable of my heart..."

Gently hugging him into his arms, Huo Xinhong pressed against his earlobe, his deep voice was like a breeze, comfortable and sweet.

Looking down at the kitten who had quietly fallen asleep, Huo Xinhong couldn't hold back after all, and carefully pressed a light kiss on his eyelid.

"morning."

When he woke up, it was the next morning, and the dappled sunlight filled the room and shone on the handsome side face of the person beside him.

"Slept well last night?"

Hearing the man's question, Jin Miao stood up, half leaned on the shoulder of Huo Xinhong who had already started working overtime, and replied sleepily:

"Ok. What about you?"

"very good."

Before Jin Miao could react, Huo Xinhong took his shoulders and quickly kissed his forehead. Seeing that his black eyes were clear and agile, like a well-behaved deer, he proudly rubbed his hair:

"If you're hungry, let the servant serve breakfast. I'll go out later if I have something to do."

Obviously it was the first time to live a real two-person world, but Jin Miao felt that everything seemed ordinary. He lowered his head and thought for a while, his eyes lit up, and the corners of his mouth curled up. Kiss, before being caught by the man, jumped off the ground lightly:

"I'm going to change clothes."

In fact, his worries were completely unnecessary. After being kissed, Huo Xinhong almost couldn't even hold the notebook in his hand steadily. He sat there for a while, looking at the closed bathroom door, as if he had been petrified.

After the two of them had breakfast, Huo Xinhong continued to deal with business, while Jin Miao started to pack the things moved from Huo's house.

"It's almost time for me to go out."

Knocking on the door of Jin Miao's study room, Huo Xinhong's eyes fell on a familiar object on the table. He was about to step forward to take a closer look when he heard Jin Miao's phone vibrate untimely. He smiled and mouthed:

"Take it."

The above display is an unknown call, Jin Miao was puzzled for a moment, and swipe to answer:

"Hello?"

"Xiao Miao, it's mom, why haven't you replied to the message, we are very worried about you."

Knowing that she was being blacklisted, Mother Jin knew she was wrong, so she softened her attitude:

"In the past, it was my parents who were wrong. You clearly admitted to us and still held on to us. My parents are old, so there is no overnight feud in the family. You say..."

Jin Miao interrupted her directly: "Is there something wrong?"

"No, no."

Before the emotions were brewed to the point where her voice choked, Jin's mother complained several times in her heart, but she couldn't break out, and tried her best to maintain a loving mother's tone:

"You also know that Yang Bo has just returned from England, and all conditions are good. You are the son-in-law of the Huo family. It's no problem to arrange a department manager for him, right?"

"Huo's official website has a recruitment mailbox, sorry, I'm busy."

Hanging up the phone without changing his face, Jin Miao met Huo Xinhong's questioning gaze and smiled indifferently:

"Maybe it's a typo, don't worry about it."

"There is an emergency that I need to deal with. I may come back later. You don't have to wait for me to eat first."

He could vaguely hear Jinmu's voice, but Huo Xinhong picked up the exercise book on the table without pointing it out:

"I miss it."

In his hand is a copybook of cursive characters. After entering middle school, he has been able to write beautiful round or uncial English freely. He has not seen a beginner's exercise book for more than ten years.

"I saw that your writing is beautiful, and I want to learn, so don't laugh at me."

Accompanying him to the gate, Jin Miao naturally straightened his tie and smiled nicely:

"Await your return."

After that quarrel, Huo Xiaoyun just treated Huo Xinhong as a transparent person, and did not order him to be dismissed immediately, it is said that he was calling Huo Yihai back.

"New projects should be strictly controlled, otherwise problems will easily occur."

Therefore, during this period of time, Huo Xinhong just took the opportunity to "rehabilitate his body" and concentrate on developing his own company. While reading the report, he asked Cheng Yu:

"How far has the nurse's case gone?"

Cheng Yu: "Optimistically, I might stay in the detention center for a year or two, and every time there is physical evidence, it will have to be extended."

It's a cheap human trafficker not to be sentenced to death. It just so happens that life in the detention center is much worse than in prison. It's a pity that she can't stay for a few more years.

"very good."

After closing the document in his hand, Huo Xinhong said:

"Call those two from the Jin family over tonight."

I just called Jin Miao in the morning, and my face was ashamed. Jin's father and mother were worrying, but in the afternoon they "welcome the dawn":

Huo Xinhong's assistant invited them to a top restaurant in the city.

Jin's mother was very pleased: "Maybe Huo Dashao has read Yang Bo's resume and thinks that the department manager has wronged him too much."

"That is,"

The carefully cultivated son, Jin Zhitao couldn't hide his expression, and he breathed a sigh of relief:

"Even if they don't like Jin Miao again, seeing Yang Bo is so good, at least they won't beat our family to death."

Now that his father and mother stepped into the private room, Huo Xinhong sat in a wheelchair and looked out of the window in a daze:

The restaurant is located on the top floor of the building, surrounded by a sea of ​​clouds, like a fairyland; but he is wondering if Jin Miao has arrived home after class, and whether he will be stuck on the road...

"Father-in-law and mother-in-law, please sit down, I didn't expect to meet again so soon."

Winking at Cheng Yu at the side, Huo Xinhong didn't intend to get up, and went straight to the point:

"The two of you don't seem to care about what I said last time. Please read this."

Bowing slightly to signal, Cheng Yu took a step forward, listed a dossier in front of the two of them, and cleared his throat:

"This is a vicious case of suspected child trafficking, which is currently under investigation."

Deliberately concealing the fact that the nurse and related personnel have been arrested and involved more than one family, he specially circled the key points and said solemnly:

"23 years ago, at the Maria Private Hospital, this nurse secretly exchanged the babies of two families for a mere [-] yuan red envelope. Please take a look, are you familiar with the details?"

Holding each other's hands tightly, father and mother's face was pale, and their bodies were on the verge of falling, as if they were about to faint at any time.

Especially this mother, her eyes are red, thinking of her child who was pregnant in October, being taken away from her by such scum for so little money, and suffering so much...

"Of course, because of the long history, if the witnesses and physical evidence are not sufficient, the case may not be filed."

Carefully observing the reactions of the two, Cheng Yu deliberately lowered his body and asked seriously:

"Do you want to testify in court?"

"want……"

Jin's mother suddenly raised her head, and she was interrupted by Jin's father when she opened her mouth:

"You're mistaken, we don't know about it."

"you……"

Opening her eyes wide, Jin's mother stared blankly at Jin's father, her eyes were sore, as if she didn't know this man who had shared the same bed for more than [-] years. The latter grabbed her arm hard, his eyes tearing apart:

"The two children in our family are serious noble sons whom we watched growing up, don't you think so?"

"I……"

Powerless to move her eyes away, this mother is suffering in her heart, caught in a battle between heaven and man, why doesn't she understand what her husband means:

If they testify in court, not only will the whole world know that Jin Miao is a gangster who grew up in the countryside; they will also hurt Jin Yangbo, and people will point fingers behind his back and call him the child of a trafficker.

What's more, if they are involved in such a scandal, maybe they will completely offend the Huo family.

"Yes."

Closing her eyes and leaning on her husband's shoulders, Jin's mother couldn't help crying like rain, but her voice was extremely firm:

"What he said is true, you are mistaken."

"So that's it. I'm sorry for causing trouble to you. I still have a meeting to hold next. Please take it easy."

Looking indifferently at the two people who were trying to stay calm, Huo Xinhong decided to give them one last reminder. He sometimes felt that after being with Jin Miao, he seemed to be much kinder:

"Australia is a suitable place for the elderly. I think you should seriously consider it. Excuse me."

Following Huo Xinhong into the car, Cheng Yu took a deep breath as if he was about to suffocate, and blurted out:

"Anyway, he is his own son, so cruel."

Even though he has seen many storms by Huo Xinhong's side, he still can't understand the choice of his father and mother, so he can't help shaking his head:

"If it were me, I would have the heart to kill the nurse and the Zhong family."

"Maybe it's human nature."

Fortunately, Jin Miao doesn't need to pay attention to these people in the future. Thinking of this, Huo Xinhong forced himself to feel a little more relaxed, and asked:

"Is Jin's financial statement ready?"

"I am asking the accounting firm to check it for the last time. It is determined that there is a problem. It will be sent to the tax bureau tomorrow."

Taking out a document from the briefcase, Cheng Yu handed it to Huo Xinhong:

"This is the transfer procedure for Master Miao, and it has been completed."

"very good."

The only thing left to do was to register. Huo Xinhong nodded slightly, leaned back on the backrest, and changed the subject:

"Speaking of which, I haven't thanked you yet for letting Jinmiao make Cheng Yi a good friend."

Apart from the small video, Huo Xinhong saw that Cheng Yi was trying to help Jin Miao, and looked at Cheng Yu:

"I heard that you let Cheng Yi have an independent account? Now that you are officially separated from brotherhood, can it be understood that you are finally planning to confess to him?"

However, Cheng Yu's face did not have the eagerness he expected. Huo Xinhong sighed and patted the other person on the shoulder:

"I overstepped. Sorry, I shouldn't interfere with your private life."

After a pause, he handed Cheng Yu a bottle of beer from the refrigerator, and said with a half-smile:

"The most powerful subordinate decided to choose work as a partner. I should be happy. But, from the standpoint of your friend, I hope you are as firm and decisive in your relationship as you are in your work."

"Thank you."

Staring blankly at the swaying liquid in the cup, Cheng Yu lowered his head and did not speak for a long time.

"I'm back, are you watching "Hamlet"?"

Hearing from the servant that Jin Miao was in the study, Huo Xinhong didn't want to disturb him until he heard familiar lines from the room:

"To be or not to be, that is the question..."

"you're back?"

About to get up from the sofa, Jin Miao was pushed back by Huo Xinhong, and the two sat side by side:

"I asked Phil what books you like, and he recommended me to read this, and said that you played a play in high school, what role did you play?"

"you guess."

At the end of the play, when Hamlet died, Huo Xinhong carelessly ran down Jinmiao's hair and asked:

"What do you think of Ophelia?"

"Isn't that the character who died early?"

Thinking back for a moment, Jin Miao replied:

"Ignorant and weak, never take the initiative to pursue happiness, is a beautiful puppet, without a soul."

Thinking of the girl being instigated by her father to spy on her lover, he shook his head and said:

"If it were me, the lover I have identified will not allow others to insult and slander, let alone harm him. However, my father and brother are not villains like Polonius and Laertes, who regard their relatives as possessions and tools."

Holding his hand and kissing him, Huo Xinhong put his arms around him and asked softly:

"Your father and brother?"

Realizing that she had slipped up again, Jin Miao turned her head nervously, and saw Huo Xinhong staring at him intently, with blunt and frank blue eyes:

"I don't mind who you are."

His words were like a thunderbolt, and Jin Miao opened his mouth wide in disbelief, listening to him continue:

"I only care about the person who came to Huo's house on the first day and said I was like an ice sculpture."

"I……"

The nervousness disappeared without a trace in an instant, and Jin Miao couldn't help lowering her head and pursing her lips to chuckle, but she was shocked again:

"Then you've been pretending to be asleep?"

"Does it matter?"

With a guilty conscience, Huo Xinhong turned off the video, and picked up the copybook on the table to play with:

"There is still some time before going to bed, can you teach me how to write calligraphy? Tomorrow I will teach you how to write cursive."

Don't break the subject so bluntly!

Furious, Huo Xinhong dragged her to the desk. Jin Miao didn't want to talk to him at first, but when she saw him messing around, her obsessive-compulsive disorder suddenly broke out:

"Don't hold the pen like that!"

Resigning to his fate and holding his hand, Jin Miao naturally missed Huo Xinhong's "scheme succeeded" smile again, and half of his body stuck to him:

"Five fingers should be firmly pressed on the barrel of the pen, and the palm should be empty..."

The tip of the pen floated on the paper, and Jin Miao's palm was soft and warm, softly covering the back of Huo Xinhong's hand; the man's crisp voice was next to his ear, what was being said, Huo Xinhong didn't listen to a word, because what appeared in his mind was... …

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Huo Xinhong: The plan works!

Jin Miao: My head is full of yellow waste, but I have the nerve to call me, so angry!

(The part of Mr. Huo's delusion, as a belated Mid-Autumn Festival benefit, will try his best to put it on WB before noon tomorrow, and the upload has never been successful, kneel)

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution for me~

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated [nutrient solution]:

10 bottles of Difficult to Cross the River;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!

Quote:

Shakespeare Sonnet No. 24:

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Mineeyehathplayedthepainterandhathstelled,

Thybeauty'sformintableofmyheart,

My body is the frame everywhere in' tisheld,

And perspectiveitis best painter's art.

For through the painter must you see his skill,

To find where your true image picturedlies,

Whichinmybosom'sshopishangingstill,

Thatathhiswindowsglazedwiththineeyes:

Nowseewhatgoodturnseyesforeyeshavedone,

Mineeyeshavedrawnthyshape,andthineforme

Are windowstomybreast,where-throughthesun

Delightstopeep,togazethereinonthee;

Yeteyesthiscunningwanttogracetheirart,

They draw but what they see, know not the heart.