The marriage is cold, Mr. President, please turn around

When Yu Wan woke up again, the room was still gloomy...gloomy.

As soon as he moved, his body felt cold, and he felt a sharp pain. The skeleton of his whole body seemed to be dismantled by someone. Memories flooded into his mind, and Yu Wan's eyes turned red instantly:

'She...she fucked...she was...given by a man who couldn't even see his face and name...'

My heart throbbed in pain, my little hands were clenched tightly, and a big teardrop rolled down.

The light in the room suddenly turned on, and she blocked it reflexively. Yu Wan raised her hand and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

"woke up?"

Knowing that she hadn't eaten anything all day and had done a lot of exercise, when she entered the door, Huo Ting specially ordered the servant to bring some vegetarian buns and milk.

Staring at him angrily, Yu Wan forced herself to sit up, her eyes of hatred seemed to tear him into pieces——

As if he didn't see it, Huo Ting sat down on the bed directly: "Are you hungry? Would you like something to eat?"

As he spoke, he picked up a meal bag and handed it to her, with a courteous look that seemed a bit flattering.

Raising her hand, Yu Wan slapped it out, then with a wave of her hand, she also pushed out the dinner plate on the window cabinet. The next second, there was a crackling sound:

"You don't need to pretend to be kind! You scoundrel! Rascal! Beast! Bastard—"

Roaring, Yu Wan raised her fist and threw it at his chest: How could he do this to her?

After a mess of venting, Yu Wan's eyes turned red again, but she couldn't tell whether it was because of anger or grievance.

After all, a woman's strength is limited, coupled with her frail body after tossing all day, Yu Wan tried her best to beat Huo Ting's body without pain or itching at all, but she was already slender and embarrassed with her long hair hanging loose. Pulling the quilt with one hand, with a pitiful posture, even if she is angry and venting, in the eyes of outsiders, she is more... coquettish than coquettish.

So, Huo Ting let her hit him without moving, while the servant behind him who was so frightened by the throw of the disc couldn't help grinning and snorting softly.

When she realized something, Yu Wan was already panting heavily from exhaustion, and the speed of her subordinates had slowed down uncontrollably. Unbearably, her stomach began to growl with pride——

Seeing that she was almost venting, Huo Ting glanced back at the servant, grabbed her little hand, and pulled her into his arms:

"I beat and scolded and scolded... I'm starving to death, how can I kill me?"

Pursing her lips, she struggled a bit, not wanting to admit defeat, but Yu Wan still collapsed powerlessly: so what if I killed him?Everything... can't go back.

In the blink of an eye, a steamed stuffed bun was handed in front of my eyes again: "Red bean paste buns, freshly warmed, eat some first, to fill your stomach!"

Even though she was so hungry that her chest was pressed against her back, Yu Wan still turned her head away and said, "I won't eat! I'm not hungry!"

After a pause, Huo Ting took his hand back and said lightly:

"Do you know what it means...'loved ones hurt, enemies fast'? You say...if you are really 'starved' or die..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw Yu Wan turn around quickly, snatch the bean paste bun in his hand, and bite into it big mouthfuls, but her bright eyes were still staring at him with hatred and anger. And also a different kind of brilliance——

What a special woman!Mingming is so soft... not enough to grasp, but tough... persevering!

For a moment, Huo Ting was... dumbfounded