he is intoxicated

Nan Hua raised her head slightly, and said to herself, don't cry, don't cry, don't cry, but the tears still fell.

She laughed at herself, raised her finger, and quickly wiped across her eyes. Without looking back, she turned her back to him, and said in a stiff tone, "Release."

The man's hand was still clenched tightly.

Hold on tenaciously.

No sign of letting go.

Nan Hua endured it for a few seconds, then turned her head abruptly, and turned her body around.

The man's arms wrapped around her legs inertially because he was not loosening the corners of her skirt.

Being half hugged by him, through the silk skirt, she could clearly feel his hot arms due to fever, and Nan Hua felt a slight disgust and a little sadness in her heart.

She straightened her back, looked down at the man's handsome and haggard face condescendingly, pointed her index finger at her nose, and said coldly: "Mr. Huo, you see clearly, I am Shen Nanhua, Shen Nanhua, not your late wife Nanhua If you don't let go, I'll call the police!"

Huo Beiyao's dark, deep, bloodshot eyes stared fixedly at her face, staring, his eyes were as sharp as a knife, as if he wanted to pierce through her skin to see her soul, those eyes did not look like the eyes a patient should have at all.

After watching for a long time, his sharp eyes suddenly dulled, he let go of his hand in disappointment, and said in a hoarse voice, "Sorry, I admitted the wrong person."

With his arms heavily on the bed, he retracted his gaze and lowered his eyelashes.

Because the eyelashes are too long, they droop slightly at the outer corners of the eyes, covering the lower eyes with a shadow.

The shadow made his handsome and tough face look a little sad.

Nan Hua's heart felt a small but sharp pain, like being bitten by an ant.

She turned suddenly and walked out, walking quickly towards the door.

I am afraid that if I leave late, I will show abnormal emotions.

Pushing open the door, I met Shen Zechuan who came in with a bowl of porridge.

Looking at each other, Shen Zechuan glanced at her wet eyes, his expression froze slightly, "Did he bully you?"

Nan Hua gritted her teeth slightly, "He dares."

He also said: "Let him go after dinner. Today is his wedding day. The Huo family and the Lin family are crazy looking for him. The story of "The Farmer and the Snake" tells us that good people do not necessarily have good rewards. "

"Okay." Shen Zechuan readily agreed.

Walking to the guest bedroom, there was a sudden "grunt" sound in her stomach, and Nan Hua felt hungry, her chest stuck to her back, like ashes that had been burning for a long time, dry, thirsty, and hungry.

In the morning, Huo Beiyao and Lin Yanyan were sent to prison out of hatred. He was not in the mood to eat and went to the Jingdu Hotel on an empty stomach.

I stayed in the hotel for two hours without drinking a sip of water.

When she came out and saw the news in the newspaper, she ran around again, exhausting a lot of energy.

She went to the kitchen to serve a bowl of porridge, before it was warmed up, she picked up a spoon and sipped it.

Very ordinary rice porridge, but sweet and delicious in the mouth.

Nan Hua drank two bowls of porridge and ate two breads in succession to fill her stomach. Hatred requires strength, and sadness is more wasted than hate. She was extremely tired this morning.

The dress that was ironed in the morning was full of creases, wrinkled from top to bottom, as if she had worked hard all her life.

Putting the empty porridge bowl on the table, Nan Hua heard heavy footsteps.

Looking up, he saw Xiao Wen walking out with Huo Beiyao supporting him.

Although the man's body is still straight, it is not as tall and straight as usual, and it lacks a bit of majesty.

Nanhua pretended not to see him, picked up the phone on the table, looked down, the phone was upside down, and didn't even notice.

The bell rang suddenly, Nan Hua hurriedly pressed the answer button, shook her hand, and pressed the speaker button again.

Lin Mobai's voice came clearly from the phone: "Hua, are you free tonight?"

Huo Beiyao's back stiffened, his steps slowed down, and his breathing became lighter.

I heard Nanhua say, "Yes."

"Today is my mother's birthday. Can you come to my house and celebrate my birthday with my mother?"

With the lessons learned from last time, Nan Hua hesitated a little.

Lin Mobai seemed to have sensed her concerns, and immediately added: "Don't drink, just eat one meal, and there are no outsiders, just you, me and my mother, at home."

Hearing that there were no outsiders, Nanhua replied simply: "Okay."

Such a filial son, let alone spending a birthday with his mother, even dances with his mother, she is willing, as long as the old man can dance.

Lin Mobai seemed relieved, and his voice became lighter: "Where are you now, I will drive to pick you up."

"No, I'll just take a taxi by myself, it will waste time picking up and going back and forth."

"Then see you at six o'clock in the evening."

"Okay, see you at six," she said softly.

No matter how slow his pace was, he couldn't hold back his long legs. By the time Nan Hua answered the phone, Huo Beiyao had already reached the door.

Xiao Wen hurriedly opened the door and went to press the elevator in the corridor.

Huo Beiyao raised one long leg and slowly stepped out the door.

For some reason, he glanced slightly sideways, through the gap in the porch shelf, and finally took a look at the woman on the sofa.

To her, he always has an inexplicable sense of familiarity, his heart hurts when he gets close to her, and he feels a little bit reluctant to leave her.

But she's not his Nanhua, no.

This made him even more sad.

The other leg was also stepped out, Huo Beiyao walked towards the elevator entrance, his pace quickened, his shoulders were stern and straight, and his awe-inspiring aura returned.

A sick lion is still a lion.

The door didn't close automatically, leaving a wide gap in disappointment, revealing some gray spots.

Nan Hua stared at the wide slit, feeling very sad.

She could have had a good life, her love would never be shattered, and she would cling to and rely on her life like a naive child, but all of this was broken by that man.

She also didn't want to grind herself into a cold light all day long, full of bitterness and hatred, and hatred.

I hate being too tired, too hurt, too painful, and too wasted energy.

She didn't sleep all night, and tossed and tossed all morning, and suddenly she was free. Nanhua was extremely sleepy, and asked Shen Zechuan for a thin quilt, and went to the sofa in the study to catch up.

He fell into a deep sleep, and when he woke up, it was already five o'clock in the evening.

She got up from the sofa, went to the cloakroom, took off the dress skirt on her body, and ironed the creases on the iron.

I went out and washed my face again and put on makeup.

After buying a bunch of flowers on the way, Nanhua took a taxi to Lin's mansion.

When the taxi was about to arrive at Lin's mansion, through the window glass, she saw a handsome man in white casual clothes standing outside the gate, and Lin Mobai was waiting for her.

The car stopped, and Nan Hua got out of the car.

Seeing her, Lin Mobai smiled, with a bright smile and white teeth.

Nan Hua walked towards him with the flowers in her arms, when the phone suddenly dinged.

She took out her mobile phone, and the text message was from Mr.

Nan Hua clicked on it.

The husband said: My friend called me and told me that he saw you went to Linfu.Don't play too late, my driver will wait for you outside the gate of Linfu in half an hour.