he is intoxicated

The corners of Huo Beiyao's lips twitched slightly, "Get out, I'm talking about business."

Sheng Chuan suppressed his smile, "What I'm talking about is also serious. If you really don't want to do it yourself, you can find someone else. It's better than going to the hospital for gastric lavage. Really, gastric lavage is more painful."

Huo Beiyao's eyes turned cold, "Let's accumulate some virtue, she is a decent woman."

"Oh, serious woman, let her hold back. If it doesn't work, just give her a cold shower, wait for the heat to drop, and she will wake up almost, then feed more water to metabolize the toxin as soon as possible But a serious woman, why would she be with you..."

Huo Beiyao pinched the phone.

When he walked to the bed, Nanhua's clothes had been ripped open, revealing her delicate and beautiful collarbone, her snow-white face was as red as crystal pomegranate seeds, her forehead was densely covered with sweat, and her hair was wet in locks and strands.

Her lips were already bitten and bleeding because of her extreme patience.

Looking at the face that nine points resembled his dead wife, Huo Beiyao felt compassion.

He found a towel and wiped off the blood stains on her lips carefully, so as not to hurt her, he moved very gently.

After wiping, he stuffed the towel into her mouth to prevent her from biting her tongue.

He bent down to pick her up and walked towards the bathroom.

The woman who was sweating had a stronger familiar smell, and he suddenly felt like hugging his wife Nanhua. Her body was also so slender and soft, and it was very comfortable to hold her.

My heart suddenly blocked, and that kind of heart-pounding pain, guilt and self-blame came to my heart again.

He tilted his head slightly, took a deep breath, quickened his pace, walked quickly into the bathroom with the woman in his arms, and turned on the faucet to pour cold water into it.

When the water overflowed the bottom of the pool, he hugged her and put her in little by little, let her toes touch the cold water first, and then put her calf, and said softly, "It may be a little cold, bear with it."

Nan Hua closed her eyes and gave a vague "hmm".

The first time her hot body touched the icy cold water, she instinctively shivered and shrank into a ball.

There was more and more cold water in the bathtub, gradually flowing over her legs, to her waist, and then to her chest.

The feeling of ice and fire made Nanhua tremble all over, her teeth chattered, she hugged her arms tightly to her chest, and lowered her head.

Huo Beiyao gently pushed her loose hair behind her ears, but her head was hanging down, and it didn't take long for her hair to fall behind her ears before it fell down again.

He stood up and looked around, saw that there was a hair rope on the wash basin, went over to pick it up, came back, bent down, and helped her tie up her messy hair.

He had a finger injury, and he had never tied a woman's hair before. His posture was a little stiff, and he was afraid of hurting her scalp. He carefully gathered her long hair and tied it up bit by bit. After tossing for a long time, he managed to force it out a prototype.

Looking at the so-so ponytail, the corners of Huo Beiyao's lips curled into a very shallow arc. He never thought that in his lifetime, he would tie his hair for this sharp-mouthed woman.

But when she kept her mouth shut and didn't speak, she looked quite human, very much like Nan Hua.

There was a dull pain in his heart.

If Nanhua was still alive, he would treat her well, love her well, pamper her well, and never hurt her again.

But, but, the dead cannot be brought back to life, and his heart ached like he was being pulled by something.

After tying up his hair, Huo Beiyao went to the water dispenser to bring cool, warm boiled water.

Nan Hua had been soaking in cold water for more than 20 minutes, the scorching temperature on her body gradually dropped, and her consciousness recovered a little bit more than before, and her throat happened to be terribly dry.

Seeing someone feeding water, he raised his face slightly and drank it in big gulps. His teeth were still shaking, and there was a creaking sound when it hit the glass.

After drinking a glass of water, she slowly opened her eyes, looked at the man in front of her, and said gratefully, "Thank you."

Huo Beiyao replied flatly: "No need. Even if a dog is injured on the road, I will send someone to send it to the pet hospital."

Feeling that the words were wrong, Nan Hua was startled, opened her eyes and looked at the man carefully, and the man's blurred facial features became clearer little by little.

It turned out to be Huo Beiyao.

Not sir.

The thorns all over Nanhua's body stood up suddenly, and her voice became hard: "Why are you here? Where's the sir?"

Huo Beiyao took out his mobile phone from his trousers pocket, tuned to the received call, and put it in front of her eyes, "See clearly, who are you calling."

Nanhua's consciousness has not fully recovered, she can see people well, but it is a bit difficult to read words.

She narrowed her eyes slightly and stared at the name on the screen for a minute or two before she saw that the note Huo Beiyao had given her was: sharp-mouthed wild cat.

Mmm, wildcats.

well.

Nan Hua struggled to move her hands away from her chest, and suddenly picked up a large handful of water from the bathtub, and splashed it on Huo Beiyao's face.

Huo Beiyao was unprepared, and was splashed all over his face, and his handsome face immediately darkened. He took care of her for a long time, but got such treatment.

He is obsessed with cleanliness, and when he thinks of her feet and her various excretory organs being soaked in the water, he feels a strong sense of discomfort and nausea.

He strode to the washbasin, turned on the faucet, scooped up water with both hands and flushed his face over and over again. After a dozen times, he still felt that it was not clean, so he squeezed a big lump of facial cleanser and washed it three or four times. I didn't give up until the skin on my face hurt from rubbing.

Pulling out a piece of paper to wipe his face clean, he walked up to Nan Hua, picked up the shower and turned on the water, and rushed down to her face, asking, "Are you awake? White-eyed wolf."

The icy cold water rushed onto Nanhua's face in fine and dense amounts, making her feel as uncomfortable as a needle prick.

She kept tilting her head to avoid it, but she hadn't fully recovered yet, and her body flexibility was much worse than usual. It didn't take long for her hair and face to be drenched.

Huo Beiyao didn't want to torment her either, so he stepped down the steps intentionally and said, "Apologize to me, and I'll forgive you."

If it was someone else, Nan Hua would have said it, but this person was Huo Beiyao, and she would not be subdued if she was killed.

Holding the edge of the bathtub with her hands, she stood up with difficulty, and stretched her arms to reach the shower in Huo Beiyao's hand.

Unexpectedly, her legs gave way, she slid out of the bathtub and fell to the ground like a fish.

In the blink of an eye, Huo Beiyao threw away the shower head, and took a step forward to hug her in his arms.

Due to inertia, he was hit by her and slid back several steps in succession. His back hit the wall, and he felt a severe pain before he stopped, but his arms kept holding her and did not let go.

In Huo Beiyao's arms, Nan Hua was still in shock, panting heavily.

Instinctively, she wanted to break his arms that were holding her, but her hands were limp and unable to exert force.

After leaving the cold water, the heat on her body came up again. Through the thin clothes, she could feel the shape of Huo Beiyao's body muscles. The mountains were undulating, solid and strong, full of aggression.

Her heart hated him, but her body rebelled, and she was so seduced by him that she was ready to move.

The remaining rationality drove her to hold his big hand with well-defined knuckles, and struggled to push it out, because the strength was too weak, it was like a caress.

Her soft and wet body struggled and writhed unwillingly in his arms like a snake.

The breaths of the two people were entangled, swallowing each other, fanning the flames, and the air became thick.

"You'd better be honest, I'm a man, not a saint." Huo Beiyao's warning came from above his head, his voice was lower than usual, as if he was enduring something.

Nan Hua's heart was ringing with alarm, she suddenly raised her head to look at him, and saw a pair of slightly red eyes staring at her scorchingly.

After being in love for ten years, she knew all too well what that meant.

"Let go of me! Let go! You bastard!"

"Okay, I'll let it go."

Huo Beiyao let go of his hands.

Nan Hua sat down on the ground with a bang, and felt a blunt pain in her tailbone. The pain made her tinnitus and dizziness, and it took a long time for her to recover.

Her body was getting hotter and hotter, and the feeling of being unable to stop began to fight back. She wanted to go back to the bathtub and continue to soak in cold water, but her legs were so weak that she couldn't move a step.

She lowered her head and was about to bite her wrist to maintain her sanity, when a man's voice suddenly came from above her head: "You don't have to suffer like this, please, I will help you."

Because of trying to endure it, the voice became low, almost hoarse, very similar, very similar to someone's voice!

Nan Hua's heart suddenly exploded with thunder.