Reborn Top Student and Sweet Little Wife

Huo Yanqing was silent for two seconds and sat down on the single sofa beside the bed. "Sleep."

Tang Qingya knew that Huo Yanqin was very sensitive, so he dared not keep looking at him, closed his eyes, and listened quietly to his breath.

Huo Yanqin didn't get up and walked toward the bedroom balcony until he heard even breathing from the bed.

The layout of the hotel is the same, and his room is already familiar with him, so he can move freely on the side of Tang Qingya.

Huo Yanqing came to the balcony and took out her mobile phone to dial Shuxin's phone. As soon as the phone was connected, Shuxin's excited voice came through, accompanied by her rapid footsteps, "Are you back?"

"No." Huo Yanqing's cold eyebrows dizzy and smiled. He could guess that Shuxin should be running out of the room while answering his phone and going to meet him. As he said the word "no", He heard the footsteps on the other end of the phone disappear, "Think of me so much?"

"...Well, miss you."

"I was going to go back after dinner. Qingya was sick and could only stay one more night. Tomorrow she had a fever and we will go back."

"……Oh."

The two were silent for a moment, Huo Yanqing, "Why don't you speak? Angry?"

"No, I'm not so stingy, I know the weight."

"Well, I know my family is the most sensible."

"...Hang up, your mother called me."

"it is good."

Tang Qingya opened her eyes when Huo Yan leaned over and walked towards the balcony. Squinted eyes followed him all the way to the balcony, and then saw him take out his mobile phone to make a call.

His eyes fell on his long and straight back, and he heard a deliberately soft but spoiled voice in his ear.

In the past, Tang Qingya thought that Huo Yan was born with a cold temperament, but now he only knows that he only comforted his tenderness and tenderness, so all he leaves to others is coldness and indifference.

His hands clenched slightly, and his heart was unwilling.

In the squinting line of sight, the man turned sideways, and the spark that was extinguished between his fingers was flashing, and he was smoking.

The balcony did not turn on the lights, only the afterglow of the bedroom.

In the faint light, the man's side profile is stiff and hard, showing indifference and ruthlessness, as if the person who just spoke softly just now was not him.

...

Ten o'clock in the evening.

Huo Yanqing waited for Tang Qingya to take the medicine, and then returned to his room after some fever. Song Li stayed there to take care of her.

Huo Yanpeng took a shower and was about to enter the bedroom. The doorbell rang. He thought it was Song Li. He walked to the door and opened the door. He didn't hear anything and frowned slightly. "Song Li?"

"..." did not respond.

Huo Yanqing's nerves tightened subconsciously, and his heart was vigilant. His left hand remained silent behind him. The deep three-dimensional facial features could not see any waves, and his voice was faint, "Attendant?"

Someone couldn't hold back anymore and pounced directly into Huo Yan's arms.

Then a dramatic scene happened...

boom!

Shu Xin didn't fall into the imaginary embrace of warmth, but hit the door panel that was suddenly closed, then bounced back and fell to the ground.

Nose, forehead, face, butt...

It hurts everywhere.

"Ah..." After a scream, he sat comfortably on the ground, one hand pressed the numb buttocks, and the other hand covered the stinging nose, and touched the warm and sticky things, and took it down to take a look, "Bleeding... …"

Huo Yanqin's face changed instantly after hearing the'ah' sound, and hurriedly opened the door, "Heart?"