Mr. Zhou’s Little Cutie

Huo Shen withdrew his hand.

Ding Yun stepped forward and pushed him to the side of the sofa.

Then he stood silently with downcast eyes.

Meng Yutang glanced at him.

Where are you going, you should stay at home now that you are home.

Meng Yutang looked up at him.

She didn't speak, just got up and went around the sofa, raised her hand and pushed a vase that was as high as her by the pillar and looked very expensive.

The vase was very heavy, but she just pushed it gently, and the vase fell to the ground in front of everyone's eyes. There was a crisp sound of shattering, and the precious vase instantly turned into a pile of porcelain pieces worth nothing.

Huo Shen looked at her without moving her brows, the smile on her lips was still there.

Meng Yutang didn't look at him, didn't stop walking, and didn't listen to him.

There were many valuable items on display in the main house, and she walked around the house calmly, and then everything turned into pieces one by one.

There were constant crisp sounds in the room.

The hairs of the servants in the room stood on end, and fine beads of sweat appeared on their foreheads.

Meng Yutang walked around to the round table, raised his hand to pick up the vase, and glanced at the bright red roses inside.

Then he turned to look at Huo Shen, pinched the side of the vase with two fingers, and let go in front of him.

The vase shattered, the water inside flowed out all over the floor, the red roses were scattered, and there were scattered fragments on them.

The smile on Huo Shen's face finally disappeared.

It's a pity, this book is for you.

Meng Yutang looked at him with firm eyes: I never drop my things, let alone my family's things.

The implication is that she doesn't want it, and this is not her home.

She was still wearing loose pajamas, Huo Shen looked at her, his eyes darkened, and he raised his hand.

Ding Yun waved immediately, and someone walked over from the side, holding something in his hand and handed it to Huo Shen.

After Huo Shen took a look, he raised his hand and turned to Meng Yutang to let her see clearly.

It's a stack of photos.

Meng Yutang's eyes tightened when he saw it, and his fingers were tightly squeezed together.

Huo Shen raised his hand, and threw the photos one by one on the ground, appearing in Meng Yutang's eyes.

The pictures above were the moments when Meng Yutang and Zhou Beicheng were together.

Obviously, there are more people around you, and your vigilance has been relaxed.

Huo Shen looked at her, holding the last photo in his hand. On it, Zhou Beicheng was holding the most vivid red rose in his hand, but the girl in his arms was the girl in his arms, who was kissing him on tiptoe... …

The happiness in the photo is a bit dazzling.

Huo Shen raised his hand, and Ding Yun handed him the lighter.

There was a crisp sound, and a cluster of small flames was placed in the corner of the photo. The moment the photo was ignited, Meng Yutang rushed over and extinguished the fire with his hands.

There was a burning pain in the palm.

One corner of the photo is slightly burnt black.

Huo Shen's eyebrows twitched. He could imagine that Meng Yutang would come over and press to put out the fire, but he didn't expect that she would use her hands directly.

She held the photo tightly with her hands, and when she looked at him, her eyes were like a trapped beast, and she restrained herself from rushing over and biting his neck off.

Don't touch him!

Huo Shen looked at her without any change in expression. He lowered his eyes and raised his hand to grab her wrist.

The palm turned over, and there was a thumb-sized burn mark on the white and tender palm.

Ding Yun immediately raised his hand, and someone immediately brought the medicine box.

Ding Yun opened it and handed it over to Huo Shen.

Huo Shen took the tweezers and gently disinfected her with a cotton ball.

The voice was calm: If you stay obediently, he will be fine.