Reborn Top Student and Sweet Little Wife

Huo Yanqing's eyebrows frowned slightly, "So you are paying back my favor?"

Shu Xin heard the displeasure in Huo Yanqin's words, remembering that Huo Yanqin had said that they were friends, it seems that they should not be so clear between friends?

"No." Shu Xinshi's denial of current affairs, "mainly still not assured Wushu."

Huo Yan tilted his mouth in a lurch, "It's still a bit of conscience."

Along the way, Huo Yanqing didn't speak. He used to go to see Shu Xin, who had been supporting his consciousness. Knowing that she was okay, his entire nerve was relaxed, and the man entered a groggy state.

It was already one o'clock in the morning at the hotel where Huo Yanqing stayed.

Huo Yan leaned back and fell asleep. Shuxin first removed the thick smoky makeup on his face, then quickly took a bath and put on his clothes, then came to the bed to give Huo Yanpeng a head massage .

After about half an hour, Shuxin stopped and entered the bathroom with a basin of cold water, soaked the towel, wringed it slightly, and folded it neatly on his hot forehead.

One is hot, and the other is cold.

So repeatedly.

After a period of time, Shu Xin will use a wet towel to pour Huo Yan's palm once.

His fingers are slender, his bones are distinct, and there are thin cocoons in the palms and the tiger's mouth. They should be caused by exercise or holding a gun.

It was such a pair of hands that she felt very at ease when held by him.

In her free time, Shu Xin quietly watched Huo Yan leaning out of her mind. Only when he was asleep, she dared to do such a brazen look.

The face is as sculpted as the facial features, the eyebrows are black and long, and the long and curled eyelashes are slightly closed with a pair of calm eyes. The bridge of the nose is tall and three-dimensional, and the thinned lips are pale and thin.

He fell asleep, less of the usual coldness, and a touch of softness.

Even if Shu Xin just looked at him like this, his heartbeat would lose its original frequency.

Probably this is the heart.

The night was long, and Shu Xin didn't know when he fell asleep on the edge of the bed.

Suddenly came a pain in his hand, Shu opened his eyes in pain, and saw his hand held tightly by Huo Yan.

The man's eyes were closed, the back of his hand was highlighted with too much blue muscles, his thin lips were tight, his jaw line was tight, and the eyebrows were shrouded in pain.

'In my sleep every night there are deafening explosions and bloody explosions.'

What Huo Yanqing once said suddenly jumped into Shuxin's mind, and his heart seemed to be suddenly pulled hard by someone, and there was a dull pain.

He is now experiencing in his sleep, the cruel scene of his family leaving him before his eyes, right?

Therefore, he has always been so calm as a mountain.

The more he gripped the hand, the more pain he heard. The hand seemed to be crushed by him, but the heart didn't move, because the pain in the heart was more than the pain in the hand.

Shuxin got up and sat down beside the bed. The hand that was not held by him stretched out to his face slowly. Slender fingers curled up in the air. After releasing, his fingers fell on his tight eyebrows.

Gentle, gently stroked, said softly in the mouth: "Uncle Wu, your loved ones are protecting you in a critical moment, I hope you have a good life, not torture yourself like this, everything is over, you should try Slow down."

I don't know if Shu Xin's words worked, Huo Yan's strength to hold her hand gradually decreased, and the frowns that were clinging together slowly lay flat.