Dear Mr.Huo: I still love you

"Huo Yancheng, I want to meet you." I called him, "I'll see you at the corner coffee at eight tonight."

I hung up without talking there. I knew he would come back.

After work, I asked ah Hao to take me to my destination and let him wait for me in the car.

When I walked in, Huo Yancheng was already sitting inside, with a cup of coffee on the table in front of him, and he was almost expressionless.

Sit down in front of him, "Huo Yancheng, I'm getting married." I opened my mouth and locked his face.

After watching it for a long time, I didn't see any strange expression.

"I said I was married. Don't you feel at all?"

Huo Yancheng took a sip of coffee and continued to be silent.

I don't know what his silence means.

At the same time, I reached for some coffee and wrote on the table, "I have found out whether your sister huomin is controlled by Zhao mengyan?"

Huo Yancheng suddenly looked up at me and said calmly, "you and I have nothing to do for a long time. It's none of my business whether you get married or not."

While he was talking, he was stained with coffee like me, "where?"

"Still under investigation." After I wrote these words, I wiped them directly with the palm of my hand.

Then he got up and asked Huo Yancheng, "don't you have any feelings for me!"

Huo Yancheng didn't speak, but I threw coffee at him in a rage, right on the monitor on the button in front of him.

I turned away angrily and never looked at Huoyan city again.

At night, I lay in bed to rest. Suddenly, the lamp in the bedroom went out. Tonight is a cloudy day. The moon is covered by dark clouds. After the lamp in the room went out, I was completely out of sight.

I got out of bed and went to the door to ask Cao Ma if there were any candles at home.

As soon as the door opened, it hit a meat wall.

His nose was sour and he was picked up by his waist before he could speak.

I screamed and was thrown on the bed the next second.

"Who are you!" If someone doesn't speak, he will press me directly under him.

Fear wrapped me in an instant. I opened my mouth and wanted to cry, but my mouth was blocked by the person's lips and couldn't say a word.

He kissed eagerly, as if to swallow me whole.

Just when I opened my mouth and wanted to bite him hard, my lips were released, and the man's hoarse voice was in my ear, "Vice President Zhou treated his husband like this?"

All the struggles stopped at this moment.

When did he come back? Does he want to do that?

Although I have done psychological construction for myself for a long time, when this thing really comes, I can't help worrying and afraid.

"President... President, should we cultivate feelings?" I said cautiously, afraid to move my hands and feet.

The man hums a smile and seems to be in a good mood.

Because there was no electricity or moonlight, I couldn't see his face at all. I could only judge his mood with his voice.

"President, you get up first. My waist is so sour." A normal sentence sounds very ambiguous at this time.

I heard him laugh more happily, and then his voice sounded in my ear, "before I even started, vice president Zhou has a sour waist? Your physical quality is too bad, isn't it? "

What does this have to do with poor physical fitness?

I can't react for a while.