To My Dear Mr. Huo

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Looking at the woman sleeping on the other side of the bed, she turned his back to him, her dark hair covered her facial features, and her clean shoulders were not covered by a quilt.

There was nothing else in the room but the taste of the wine hadn't disappeared. And the woman was still asleep.

Huo Jinyao had no interest in guessing what happened after he was drunk yesterday. Not even thinking about how He Xuanyao designed and how to take off his clothes.

Sneer, Huo Jinyao restrained the urge to strangle the woman. it is good. that's nice.

Counting on his head, he really underestimated the courage of the two brothers and sisters who went home.

Getting out of bed, Huo Jinyao found that his clothes were missing. The corners of the lips became deeper.

If he didn't guess wrong, would He Xuankai take someone to arrest him?

It was really a good show. If he doesn't cooperate with one or two, how can he deal with such an exhausting plan of brothers and sisters of the He family?

I looked around and didn't see my phone. Huo Jinyao used the phone in the room to ask someone to bring a suit up.

He hung up and found that "He Xuanyao" on the bed seemed to be awakened by him. He saw her body move.

Woke up?

it is good. well.

Huo Jinyao stepped forward two steps and reached out to clasp the damned woman's neck: "He Xuanyao, you—"

"Well." The muffled humming sounded, and Huo Jinyao let go of his familiar voice.

The black hair spread out, revealing the delicate white face below, which is not Su Qingsang?

"Wife?"

Su Qingsang was about to wake up, so cold that he was being held around his neck. She coughed several times before waking up, and stared at Huo Jinyao.

"What? I woke my neck early in the morning? Did you and the young lady like to play such excitement?"

"Wife, how are you?" Huo Jinyao quickly checked her neck and found that it was just a little red, and she was relieved when she was not serious.

"Wife, are you okay? I didn't mean it just now. I just--"

"What are you?" Su Qingsang came over slowly, which would get up. Huo Jinyao, who still glanced at his gaze, said: "I don't know, you have such a hobby?"

"Wife, I don't." Huo Jinyao was startled and explained quickly: "Wife. Listen to me, I thought you were He Xuanyao just now."

Huo Jinyao anxiously wanted to explain, Su Qingsang sat upright. She wasn't wearing anything underneath, she could only raise her quilt to cover her body.

"Well. I know. You think I'm He Xuanyao. Not only did you come to open the room last night, you also held me for one night and kept calling him Xuanyao's name."

"impossible."

Huo Jinyao shook his head, his face full of shock.

Su Qingsang sneered: "How is that impossible? Look at my hand."

She raised her hand, and there was a large piece of blue on her arm. Huo Jinyao couldn't care to justify herself, and hurried forward to see her hand injury.

"What's wrong with your hand? What—"

"You did it."

Su Qingsang was not polite at all. Huo Jinyao's face was a little awkward: "Isn't it?"

"Then you mean that I deliberately hurt my hand to slander you?"

Su Qingsang is still angry. Yesterday she thought he was drunk and drunk too much.

Where do you know this guy hasn't let go. After that He Xuanyao left, Huo Jinyao started in the middle of the night.

He vomited even if he vomited, and he vomited her. Those bad smells touched her.

Su Qingsang never knew that Huo Jinyao would vomit when he was drunk.