Lord Huo picked up a real princess

Chapter 23 It Has Nothing To Do With Him
Home Hill Villa.

The atmosphere looks very harmonious.

Hong Ningbo is half a hundred years old and attaches great importance to health preservation and health. He rarely goes to hotels and restaurants outside for dinner. He dislikes the dirty things outside and likes to hold banquets at home.

Made by the chef at home, the ingredients are fresh and original.

Those who came today are the most capable and trusted people around him.

Huo Yin sat inside, the most unfamiliar one.

But he has an outstanding appearance, an extraordinary temperament, and he sits silently, which makes people dare not underestimate him.

In addition, everyone knew that he was rescued by Hong Ningbo.

I heard that she was not human at first, but I didn't expect that not only did she survive, but the burned skin also looked like an ordinary person.

No, better than others.

Hong Ningbo has passed half his life, most of his hair has turned gray, but he has no wives, concubines or children.

There is a wealth of tens of thousands, and after a hundred years, it is not known who will fall into the hands.

Everyone looked at Huo Yin with envy and inquiry, and everyone was guessing that Hongningbo treated this mute of unknown origin so favorably because he wanted to adopt him as a godson, let him retire in the future, and inherit the inheritance, right?
Ji Qi was holding a wine glass, with a friendly smile on his face: "Brother Huo Yin, I would like to toast you, and I will follow my uncle from now on. You must work hard."

He has followed Hongningbo for more than ten years, and his words can be regarded as weighty.

Huo Yin took the wine glass, bumped it against him in the air, and drank it down in one gulp.

"it is good."

Seeing Huo Yin's cheerfulness, everyone booed one after another, you drank a cup, and he drank a lot.

Hong Ningbo, who sat at the top, observed Huo Yin all the time.

People can be decadent and pretend, but the habits and upbringing from childhood will not change overnight.

When Huo Yin first woke up, his whole body was wrapped in bandages, and he couldn't see his expression clearly, but Hong Ningbo could feel it. Under his silent and calm appearance, there was a wordless surrender and awe.

That year, Hong Ningbo was 53 years old. He had gone through the wind and rain and was used to watching the waves. The moment he opened his eyes, he subconsciously held his breath.

He became more and more convinced that the fate hexagram given by the mysterious master was correct.

He will meet the real destiny.

A born king.

...

After drinking three rounds, people left the table one after another.

Huo Yin sat upright in his seat all the time, his eyebrows were light, but occasionally he would respond by nodding or shaking his head.

Others couldn't see it, but in fact he was a little absent-minded.

Has the little girl been taken away?
Was it taken back to the police station by the police, was taken home by a kind person, or was deceived by someone with ulterior motives?
Or back to her own world?

Rubbing the wine glass with his fingertips, his eyebrows were deliberately indifferent, as if he was persuading himself.

It has nothing to do with him, does it?
They had nothing to do with each other.

It was out of the ordinary to bring her home that night, and taking her to see a doctor and taking care of her recovery was considered as the utmost kindness.

Huo Yin is a person who hates trouble.

The little girl doesn't understand anything, doesn't know anything, and doesn't even have common sense. If she is kept by her side, it will definitely break the original life pattern.

It was hard for him to get used to this kind of life.

The cup was illuminated by the light, reflecting the man's indifferent face.

Moreover, he didn't take good care of her.

After that incident, he himself lived in a daze, especially after following Hong Ningbo.

Someone made a toast, and Huo Yin raised his glass with a calm expression.

All in one drink.

The scorching hot liquid fell into the throat, and someone next to him just said: "It's snowing again."

The snowflakes fluttered and flickered, and the man's movements stopped.

The throat moved slowly.

(End of this chapter)