Lord Huo annoyed the little ancestor again

Chapter 153 Her heart is rippling!
Huo Beiyi put him on the leisure bar.

With one hand propped on her left side, with the other hand, she straightened her hair scattered around her cheek.

With warmth, the fingertips passed over her ears and landed on the back of her neck.

The warm orange light softened the man's resolute and three-dimensional facial features, making him look warm and unreal.

Fu Xi sat on the bar counter.

Knees, just touching the position of his waist and hips.

She doesn't need to look up to look a man in the eye.

The hot emotions inside made her feel slightly hot, "Huo Beiyi, what are you... doing..."

Her voice was soft and hoarse.

A little tentative, a little wary.

Contains an indescribably demagogic taste.

Huo Beiyi's Adam's apple twitched slightly, staring at the woman trapped within his arms, his eyes were unbelievably dark, "What did you say in the car, are you serious?"

"of course."

"it is good."

"Well!……"

The man leaned over and devoured Fu Xi's words.

The smell of mint tobacco stimulated her senses in all directions.

Fu Xi's eyes widened, fearing that she would fall backwards, she could only tightly hold on to the man's thin shirt. The temperature of her palm was actually hotter than his body temperature.

This is what she promised.

She can't break her word.

Although he is so menacing.

……

After half an hour.

In the silent space, there was the clicking sound of lighters opening and closing.

The man was leaning in front of the bar, his slender legs crossed leisurely.

He glanced sideways and slowly exhaled a mouthful of smoke.

Through the scarlet flickering between his fingers, he looked at Fu Xi, his eyes burning darkly, "Clean up the house, I'll move in early next month."

"what……"

Fu Xi looked over in a daze, feeling a little out of sorts.

The lips were unbearably red.

Huo Beiyi took out the gold card invitation letter from Lu Ziyin from his bosom, and stuffed it into Fu Xi's hand, "I asked you for three days off at the school, and I will come to my office after school tomorrow to measure the size of the dress .”

Fu Xi was in a daze.

It wasn't until Huo Beiyi left that she regained her senses a little.

Raising his hand, he touched the numb lips, and a terrible thought slowly crept into his heart.

It’s over.

She's getting dirty.

This account really shouldn't be calculated like this.

……

In the dead of night.

Fu Xi was lying on the bed, and the "History of Western Art" in her hand remained on page 23.

On it was an invitation letter from Huo Beiyi.

It is exactly the same as what Fu Feier gave.

and so.

Who should she go with?

Or, is it better to pretend to be sick?
Fu Xi, who had calmed down, was caught in a dilemma, and what was even more troublesome was that Huo Beiyi said she would move in. Does that mean she should vacate the house for him?
Or, does he want to live with her?

if the latter one……

Huh.

Her goddamned charm that has nowhere to go.

Fu Xi slid into the quilt, covering her face with a book shyly, but the corners of her lips curved up, bringing a deeply embedded dimple, which was extremely sweet.

Damn.

Her heart is rippling!
……

The next day.

The last sketch portrait class.

"Fu Xi, which star are you drawing? No matter how I look at it, I can't recognize who it is."

Squad leader Wan Ling sat next to Fu Xi and looked over.

Fu Xi painted seriously, and was called back to her senses by the class monitor. When she took a closer look, she was so surprised that she almost ruined the whole painting with a stroke of the pen.

I knock!

Why did she draw Huo Beiyi's face?
Obviously, you have to draw a beautiful face...

Fu Xi acted guilty, hurriedly took off the drawing paper, folded it in half and put it in the sketch book, "He's not someone, I drew it blindly, I'll make another one!"

(End of this chapter)