Reborn Top Student and Sweet Little Wife

Shu Xin turned his head to sneak a glance at Huo Yanqing, only to see him turn around and walk away Qing Jun's back, he had a sweetheart, what does she have to do with her beauty?

The caper in Shu Xin's heart disappeared instantly.

Along the way, Shu Xin looked out the window. He dared not look at Huo Yan and gave him a glance, because as long as he saw him, Shu Xin would think of his sweetheart, and his heart was particularly uncomfortable.

I don't know how long it passed. The car passed through a large black carved iron gate and passed by two rows of soldiers with live ammunition.

Shuxin was shocked.

When putting on makeup and changing clothes, Shu Xin had thought about it. It should be a more important meal to make it so solemn, but she never thought that the scene was so solemn and powerful.

The man next to him seemed to sense her tension and turned her head to appease her softly: "Don't be afraid, just stay by my side for a while."

How could it not be afraid that this solemn atmosphere, as well as the real guns on the soldiers with serious faces, were full of cold breath, which made people feel chilled.

The car stopped.

Song Li tilted Huo Yan off the car and opened the door of Shu Xin, "Miss Shu, here."

Shu Xin twisted her eyebrows. Some did not dare to get out of the car. It was not Shu Xinqi, but she had never seen such a scene. Shu Xin felt that even the luxurious buildings here showed a cold air of iron bones.

The air around was like the low pressure before the storm, and the pressure was a little breathless.

I don’t know when Huo Yanqing came to Shu Xin's body and stretched out her slender and powerful hand. "Don't be nervous, there is me."

Shu Xin pursed her lips and stared at Huo Yanqin's large, elegant hand for a moment. After all, she put her small hand in Huo Yanqin's large palm. His dry and warm familiar touch in his palm made her nervousness gradually relax.

Huo Yan leaned towards the majestic and tall villa in front of him, holding his comfortable little hand.

Shu Xin saw that Huo Yan was at a steady pace, and she didn't need her to lead the way. She whispered, "Does Wu Shu often come here?"

"Huh." Huo Yanqing added a sentence after being silent for two seconds. "It used to come often, but now very few."

This is the mansion of the military and political chief of China.

This used to be his home.

After the sacrifice of Huo Yanqing's father, second brother and fourth brother in that special operation, their family moved to Fancheng and left the national military and political institutions.

The two entered the hall, and an enchanting, smiling woman came over, "Yan Qing, you finally came..."

Fu Zhilei came to Huo Yan leaning over with joy, but found a woman standing beside Huo Yan leaning, and Huo Yanqing, who had always been unhappy to be close to a woman, actually took the woman's hand.

The smile on Fu Zhilei's face faded instantly, and he looked at Shuxin hostilely, "Who are you? Why come to my house? You are not welcome here."

"Lei Lei, rude!" A strong voice came from the hall.

Shu Xin raised his eyes and saw a tall, dressed meticulous tunic suit. A middle-aged man, about fifty years old, came towards them.

Huo Yanqing shouted to the person coming, "Uncle Yao."

Fu Zhengyao smiled gently, with respect and care for Huo Yanqing's junior in his eyes, "Little Five is here, this one by your side is..."

"A friend." Huo Yanqing squeezed a small palm of his hand when he spoke, and said to Shu Xin with his head tilted, "Xin'er, Uncle Yao."

Xiner?!

Shu Xin heard these two words tremble, when did their relationship become so intimate?