Master's Million Blind Wife

Huo Chengzhou smiled and nodded: "appropriate, thank you, Joan..."

Besides his mother and sister, this is the third woman to buy him clothes.

Huo Chengzhou couldn't tell what it was like. For a moment, he just felt that he seemed to have misunderstood her and lost his temper with her yesterday.

He folded his clothes neatly and put them in a paper bag. He asked softly, "since it was bought yesterday, why didn't you give it to me?"

Joanne scratched her head and was a little embarrassed: "I saw you in a bad mood yesterday..."

Huo Chengzhou: "

Drooping his eyes, Huo Chengzhou asked, "if I don't happen to see it today, when are you going to give me your clothes?"

Joan thought for a moment: "maybe it's when you're in a good mood..."

Huo Chengzhou suddenly felt astringent: "I'm sorry, I won't lose my temper with you for no reason."

Hearing him say this, Joan was stunned. Her head was slightly biased, and her long black hair slipped from her shoulder. She was full of brilliance and brilliance lined with white clothes.

The red lips opened slightly, and she said softly, "in fact, it doesn't matter. Everyone has unhappy times, but most people are used to hiding their emotions in front of outsiders and venting their emotions in front of their relatives. In this way, you still treat me as a friend."

Huo Chengzhou's deep eyes fell on her face, and there was a touch of complexity at the bottom of her eyes: "not just friends."

"Huh?"

"Still family." Huo Chengzhou's voice was slightly raised: "isn't it? We're married."

Joan lowered her eyes and smiled. A touch of tenderness appeared on her face: "yes... Has her work been smooth recently?"

"OK." Huo Chengzhou said bluntly: "the most difficult problem has almost been solved. The company signed a new original painting designer team, and everything is progressing smoothly."

Knowing that what he said should be a bottle, Joanne breathed a sigh of relief: "that's good... The problem of the original design has been solved, and nothing else."

Huo Chengzhou's eyes were suspicious: "do you understand the game?"

Joan smiled and didn't directly answer his question: "... I've heard Huo Feng mention it too."

Huo Chengzhou was silent and nodded.

Even though Joan seems to be just a simple piano owner, Huo Chengzhou always feels that she has many secrets he doesn't know.

It can always be triggered inadvertently and give Huo Chengzhou endless surprises.

They rarely spoke so calmly. Huo Chengzhou leaned against the head of the bed and looked at her sideways.

In a casual moment, the orange bedside light shrouded her, and her smile seemed to suddenly hit his heart.

His heart beat at the wrong rhythm, and his eyes seemed to freeze the picture in front of him deeply.

But it made his heart warm and vigorous.

"Joan..." he suddenly asked softly, "do you need a good night kiss?"

Joan's eyes were dotted with light, like the most dazzling star in the blue sky. It seemed that she didn't expect Huo Chengzhou to ask suddenly. With the naked eye, a blush appeared on her cheek.

Although she couldn't see it, she still avoided the sight floating from Huo Chengzhou and closed her broken hair behind her ears.

"I don't need it." She whispered, "I'm not Yining."

Huo Chengzhou lowered his eyes to hide his disappointment, but it seemed that her reaction was also very right. At least in her eyes, they were just cooperative relations.

Good night. Kissing or something should be out of bounds.