Lord Huo annoyed the little ancestor again

Chapter 41

"Sir, the sixth floor has been reserved for two hours, please stop."

Huo Beiyi was stopped outside the lounge. He glanced at the gatekeeper, ignored his words, and walked in, "Huarong's friend."

The man in black didn't dare to let him go, he caught up with Huo Beiyi, but he didn't dare to touch him, "Sir, Hua Shao didn't say that he invited a friend over, please—"

Huo Beiyi stopped suddenly, looked towards the Sanda stage, and raised his brows very lightly.

Perhaps his sense of existence was too strong, and Fu Xi, who was listening to Huarong's guidance and dodging left and right, was driven to look at him by a magical force.

Seeing this, his movements froze, and Huarong punched him directly in the face!
"Ow!"

"Low—!"

Hua Rong's voice was louder than Fu Xi's screams!

He choked back the word "groove" and scolded himself while blaming himself, "Why don't you hide! You have a nosebleed! Does it hurt?"

Fu Xi fell on the stage, the bridge of her nose was so painful that she was numb. She watched Huo Beiyi bloom, and bent down to hug her.

Then, with a hook on his thin lips, he said to her, "It deserves it."

The voice was cold and clear, and there was a bit of gnashing of teeth.

That's right, I need a beating.

Fu Xi covered half of her face, staring at the sharp corners of his jaw, and said in a muffled voice, "You came just in time, it doesn't take me to find you, Huo Beiyi, why did you block me?"

"Do you need a reason to block you?"

"..."

Fu Xi was so angry with his arrogant and arrogant words that she was about to have a cerebral hemorrhage. Huo Beiyi put her on the sofa, and naturally called out Huarong, "Go get an ice pack or a wet towel."

Huarong: "Why did I go?"

Huo Beiyi: "You beat him."

Huarong: "..."

Huarong was at a loss, so she could only obediently go get it.

With no outsiders around, Huo Beiyi took out a handkerchief for Fu Xi to wipe the blood off her face, staring at her intriguingly with his dark eyes, "Run out again?"

Fu Xi really wanted to say "Fuck your ass" back to him, but she held back because she asked him about her grandfather's affairs.

Huo Beiyi's square scarf was refreshing and silky, with a faint smell of cologne.

It smells good.

Fu Xi touched the nose with it slowly, afraid of the pain and did not dare to use force. Without a mirror, she couldn't see exactly where to wipe, so she just wiped it casually, but it became more and more dirty.

Huo Beiyi couldn't stand it anymore, and snatched the square scarf from her hand, with a look of disgust on his face, "You can't even wipe your face?"

"I can't see it."

"..."

Fu Xi pursed her lips, feeling aggrieved.

Huo Beiyi folded the square scarf and wiped it for her with his hands. Although his face was ugly, his movements were gentle, "Are you familiar with Huarong?"

Huarong?

Is it Sange Hua's real name?

Fu Xi thought about it calmly, because Huo Beiyi wiped her blood, she didn't intend to hide it from him, "A friend I just met, I want to learn self-defense, and he is willing to teach me without charging me."

"Why do you want to learn self-defense?"

"Protect yourself."

"I can teach you, before we officially divorce."

Huo Beiyi put away the square scarf, letting the sticky blood wet his palm.

With one hand propped on the back of the sofa, he leaned down, and when Fu Xi raised her eyes warily, he trapped her between the square inches, "Fu Xi, you have to understand that before we pull the divorce certificate, even if we sign Divorce agreement, you and I are still legal husband and wife."

"……I know."

"You do not know."

"Uh?"

Fu Xi frowned, not quite understanding what he said.

Huo Beiyi's body pressed down a little more.

Those ink-like eyes reflected into her slightly parted pink lips, emitting a green and deep dark light——

(End of this chapter)