Master Huo's Untamed Wife

Jiang Xiaohan subconsciously wants to take out his hand, but Huo tingce holds it tightly.

"Don't move!" Huo tingce sank his face and said in an imperative tone. At the same time, he made a little effort to prevent Jiang Xiaohan from pulling back her left hand.

After a while, Huo tingce took Jiang Xiaohan's hand out of his mouth. There was a tenderness in his eyes. His eyes were tightly locked on his fingertips and he asked softly, "does it still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt." Jiang Xiaohan quickly took back her left hand and shook her head.

On the fingertips, there is still the feeling of numbness and crispness. Jiang Xiaohan is in a trance. She can't help but droop her eyes and dare not go to see Huo tingce.

Huo tingce leaned close to Jiang Xiaohan again, nodded slightly, and the whole person was close to her, almost pushing her to the workbench.

"It really doesn't hurt?" Huo tingce's beautiful voice rang out in Jiang Xiaohan's ear. His cool tobacco smell, now I don't know if it is because of fever, with a trace of heat, swept over Jiang Xiaohan's face.

The atmosphere in the kitchen suddenly became a little strange. Jiang Xiaohan leaned back subconsciously with a stiff body and shook her head nervously: "it doesn't hurt!"

Seeing that Jiang Xiaohan was hiding from him again, Huo tingce's face became a little bit bad. He straightened up slowly and looked at Jiang Xiaohan for a while.

"Let's go!" Huo tingce suddenly reaches out his left hand and holds Jiang Xiaohan's right hand.

"Ah? Where are you going? " Jiang Xiaohan was nervous and subconsciously shrunk her hand.

"Go back to your room." Huo tingce raised his eyes, and his eyes fell coldly on Jiang Xiaohan's face. At the same time, he increased his strength on his left hand to prevent Jiang Xiaohan from hiding behind.

Jiang Xiaohan could not retract her left hand as soon as she earned it. She could only let Huo tingce hold it and said softly, "but my lunch is not finished yet."

What else? How to do again scald or other condition? Do you want him to die of heartache?

Thinking of this, Huo tingce hooked his lips: "no

"But the porridge will be ready soon." Jiang Xiaohan looked back at the electric rice cooker, which showed that it would be ready in ten minutes: "Huo Shao, why don't you go up first, wait for the porridge to be cooked, and I'll take it to the room, OK?"

Jiang Xiaohan's almost pleading tone softened Huo tingce's heart, and he nodded: "well."

Let go of Jiang Xiaohan's right hand, Huo tingce went to the kitchen door for a few steps, suddenly turned back, the Adam's apple rolled slightly, said faintly: "be careful, don't burn again."

Huo tingce, who has always been used to, has a cold eye. Jiang Xiaohan seems to fall into a cloud when he suddenly cares about his words. Is Huo tingce confused? How could you care about her?

Thinking of the ambiguous action between him and her just now, Jiang Xiaohan only felt that the roots of her ears were very hot.

When Huo tingce saw that Jiang Xiaohan ignored his concern, he didn't respond at all. He turned around and went on.

Just walked a few steps, suddenly heard Jiang Xiaohan shouting: "Oh!"

"What's the matter with you?" Huo tingce's face suddenly changed, and she was nervous again. She quickly turned around and walked back. Was she hot again?

"No, I forgot that Da Biao was still waiting for me at the door!" Jiang Xiaohan frowned and said with some remorse that she had come here in the morning. Now it's almost three o'clock in the afternoon. That is to say, Da Biao has been waiting outside for five or six hours.

Huo tingce felt relieved. He thought what was wrong with her. Didn't he let Da Biao wait for a while? As for being so nervous?

The corners of his lips were hooked. Huo tingce took out his mobile phone, dialed Da Biao, and ordered: "Da Biao, go back now!"

"Yes, young master!" Dabiao waited outside the villa for a long time, but he didn't see Jiang Xiaohan come out. He was drowsy when he received a call from Huo tingce. He made an exciting call and replied respectfully.

Huo tingce hung up, and Jiang Xiaohan was a little worried: "Huo Shao, how did you let Da Biao go back? How can I... "

"You stay here tonight!" Huo tingce's expression obviously stopped for a moment. After coldly dropping this sentence, he ignored Jiang Xiaohan and turned to walk out of the kitchen.

Walking out of the kitchen, Huo tingce kept thinking about the burn on Jiang Xiaohan's left fingertip just now. He held on tightly, wondering if he would leave any scars?

The more he thought about it, the more worried Huo tingce was. He stopped at the corner of the stairs and called Liang Yizheng.

"What can I do for you, Hogg?" Liang Yizheng's voice came from the other end of the phone. He knew that Huo tingce could not call him for no reason.

"You'll come to my villa in the southern suburbs at once." Huo tingce said eagerly that only after Liang Yizheng had seen it, he could rest assured.

"Er, I can't, Huo Ge. I'm attending an academic seminar in other places. I'm afraid I can't make it back today." Liang Yizheng's tone, with a trace of concern, but also with a trace of inquiry: "Huo Ge, are you sick? Or Is your little beauty sickHearing that Liang Yizheng was not in city a, Huo tingce frowned.

"You don't sound like you're sick." Before Huo tingce spoke, Liang Yizheng said to himself, "I guess it must be Jiang Xiaohan who is ill?"

"The finger is scalded carelessly, how to deal with?" Huo tingce ignored Liang Yizheng's question and asked anxiously.

"Well, depending on the degree of scald, the treatment is different. If it doesn't blister, you don't have to deal with it. If it's serious, you need to apply some Arnebia oil. " Liang Yizheng replied professionally and added: "brother Huo, who burned it?"

"Well, I see." Huo tingce ignores Liang Yizheng's gossip and hangs up the phone directly. Jiang Xiaohan's situation is obviously very slight and needs no treatment. He is a little relieved.

Back in the room, he imagined that he would be able to eat the porridge cooked by Jiang Xiaohan. Huo tingce was so excited that even the discomfort caused by the fever seemed to disappear completely.

Married so long, she is the first time to cook for him, even though it's just a porridge.

On second thought, Jiang Xiaohan didn't have lunch herself. She must be hungry, right?

After calling the manager of Jinhua International Hotel, Huo tingce orders some dishes Jiang Xiaohan likes and orders him to send them as soon as possible.

After all this, Huo tingce reclined on the bed, picked up a financial magazine and flipped it carelessly. From time to time, he looked in the direction of the door of the room, waiting for Jiang Xiaohan to come.