Master Huo's Flash Marriage Sweetheart

"No matter now or in the future, you can only have one man, I'm Hosmer. Other men, don't touch you, as long as I have an unwarranted desire for you, I won't let go!" Hosmer's voice was very decisive, with a cold warning.

Yang Xinqi lowered her head and drooped her eyes, without justification or refutation.

That night, Hosmer did not leave, but lived again.

But the air in the house was frighteningly cold. They were doing all kinds of things quietly, and neither one spoke.

As soon as Yang Xinqi finished her meal, she felt a burst of discomfort in her lower abdomen.

She was shocked by a bad hunch that it wouldn't be

He hurried to the bathroom and saw that his pants had already been red with blood.

Yang Xinqi wants to cry and look at her pants without tears. She wants to beat her heart to death.

The most important thing is that she remembers that there are no sanitary napkins downstairs. They are all on the second floor.

But I'm like this... How can I go out?

The back of her whole jeans was dyed red by blood, which was obvious.

Yang Xinqi was thin skinned. At this time, her face was already burning red.

Finally, there was no way. Yang Xinqi could only bite her teeth and shout outside.

"Huo Simo... Huo Simo..." Huo Simo heard her shout to himself. He didn't want to go there. He wanted to keep the girl cold for a few days.

But soon noticed that her tone was wrong. As soon as she passed, she found that Yang Xinqi was anxious to cry.

"What's the matter?" hosmo said indifferently. His deep eyes looked at her like a deep pool without waves, without any emotion.

"Well... Can you help me with the sanitary napkin..."

The more she talked about the back, the lower Yang Xinqi's voice went. Her eyes hung low. I'm sorry to see Huo Simo.

Huo Simo looked at the girl whose face was about to drop blood, endured the impulse to laugh and nodded.

He not only brought Yang Xinqi sanitary napkins, but also changed his clothes.

Yang Xinqi came over with a red face, rubbed the floor, closed the bathroom door and quickly changed and washed.

She has been suffering from dysmenorrhea. Every time she comes, it hurts to death.

This time is no exception. Yang Xinqi came out of the bathroom door holding the door handle.

He covered his lower abdomen with his hands, bit his lower lip with his upper teeth, and walked to the bedroom with a pale face.

Hosmer was reading a magazine and noticed that she came in, glancing away.

As a result, his eyebrows screwed up directly.

He knew that Yang Xinqi would have dysmenorrhea, but the situation of Yang Xinqi's dysmenorrhea was not so serious six years ago.

Because they were still in the cold war, he was still angry, and Hosmer didn't come forward to help her.

Yang Xinqi didn't call hosmo, but went to bed by herself and went to bed directly.

She bent herself into a shrimp shape, trying to make her lower abdomen more comfortable.

The quilt gradually warmed up. Yang Xinqi felt that her lower abdomen was a little better.

Her lower lip was about to be bitten.

The hands were clenched into fists, and the nails were going to sink into the meat, but the pain didn't reduce much.

In the middle of the night, Yang Xinqi wanted to get up and drink some hot water, but she didn't want to. As soon as she got up, she stumbled straight forward.

She was caught by Hosmer, who held her directly in his arms.

Yang Xinqi felt that her head was still dizzy. The pain in her lower abdomen made her faint.

Hosmo looked down at Yang Xinqi with a pale face in his arms. He was angry and distressed.

He was so angry that he couldn't see her suffer.

More angry, how can this girl take care of herself so badly and make herself like this.

Heartache still occupied a large part of his emotions. He wanted to hold the girl in his arms.

Looking at her like this, he felt his heart ache.

But now Yang Xinqi is like a fragile porcelain doll. Hosmo doesn't even dare to hold her a little harder.

His big palm was placed on Yang Xinqi's lower abdomen, and a steady stream of warmth fainted in her lower abdomen.

Yang Xinqi was dizzy, sleepy and painful. She felt as if she was wrapped by a very warm object.

And bursts of warm current spread in his lower abdomen, and the pain was slowly relieved a lot.

She felt so comfortable that she instinctively leaned against the warm object.

And hosmo doesn't know that he has been regarded as a warm water bag by Yang Xinqi.

When he saw Yang Xinqi Unconsciously leaning against her instincts, he couldn't help but smile at the corners of her mouth.

He just wanted her to rely on herself.

Only in this way, Huo Simo will feel that Yang Xinqi has her own heart.

Because she instinctively leans to herself, which proves that she trusts herself.

Yang Xinqi lay in Huo Simo's arms.

All night long, as long as Hosmer took his hand away, the Keren's eyebrows in his arms immediately frowned.

So Hosmer had to keep this position all the time, and his hands kept warming her.

The next day, Yang Xinqi opened her hazy eyes and saw the first picture of hosmo's sleeping face.

His face was slightly haggard, his hand was still covering his lower abdomen, and his beautiful eyebrows were gently twisted.

Yang Xinqi's heart trembled slightly and her eyes widened.

She didn't make a sound or move.

At this time, Hosmer's big hand was still covering her lower abdomen.

How could Yang Xinqi not understand.

Hosmo spent the whole night warming her with his hands and helping her relieve her pain.

Thinking of the warmth in her sleep, Yang Xinqi was full of emotion.

She couldn't bear to wake Hosmer, but she still closed her eyes and kept her original position.

She wanted Hosmer to sleep a little longer. He must not have slept much last night.

Hosmer was awakened by the sound of the telephone, and it was more than seven in the morning.

When it was close to eight o'clock, the phone rang very quickly.

Hosmo frowned tightly, opened his eyes and saw that the little woman in his arms was still sleeping safely, and a smile arose from the corners of his mouth.

He answered the phone. It's about the company.

"Mr. Huo, something's wrong again..."

The voice Yang Xinqi recognized was hosmo's assistant, a very capable woman.

She only vaguely heard a little. It seemed that something had happened to the company.

Yang Xinqi quietly opened her eyes and squinted at hosmo.

His eyebrows frowned and his whole face looked a little gloomy.

"OK, I'll be right there."

Hosmo answered and turned to look at Yang Xinqi, who was still pretending to be asleep.

Yang Xinqi had already closed her eyes at the moment when hosmo just hung up the phone and continued to pretend to sleep soundly.