My Invincible Twin Babies

"I know." Lin Zimo smiled bitterly and then said, "I've retreated for so long because of my parents. I want to try this time. I really like light rain."

Lin Zimo fell in love with song Weiyu a few years ago, but song Weiyu's life experience made the Lin family very opposed to his dealings with song Weiyu. Under the repeated persuasion of his parents and elders, Lin Zimo finally suppressed his mind and only regarded song Weiyu as a friend.

But over the years, Lin Zimo gradually realized that he had no way to suppress his heart. He liked song Weiyu, wanted to be with song Weiyu, and even wanted to marry her.

But the Lin family is a legal and political family. Lin Zimo's parents are famous lawyers. Many elders in the family are prosecutors or politicians. They will not allow their children to marry the daughter of a murderer.

He even transferred Lin Zimo away from Beicheng to keep him away from Song Weiyu.

Lin Zimo thought of this, smiled bitterly, looked up and poured a glass of red wine.

"Well, what's the use of drinking? If you like it, go after it. I think this girl is good. It's her father who kills people, not her. What's more, it's uncertain whether you two can be together." Lin Shaozhen's eyes are poisonous. At a glance, he can see that it is Lin Zimo's unrequited love. I'm afraid song Weiyu doesn't care about Lin Zimo.

Lin Zimo thinks of song Weiyu's close relationship with Huo Tianhao during this period, and starts drinking without saying a word. Finally, Lin Shaozhen can only reluctantly drag a drunkard back.

When song Weiyu arrived at Huojia community, it was already 10 p.m. and the community did not allow unregistered cars to enter. Song Weiyu asked the driver to stop at the door of the community, thinking about buying a car and walking to the villa.

When she reached the position more than 20 meters away from the villa, song Weiyu saw a tall figure standing at the door of the villa. She hesitated to stop.

The other party seemed to hear her footsteps and turned to look at her.

"Why don't you come?"

It's Huo Tianhao's voice.

Song Weiyu breathed a sigh of relief and continued to walk, "how is president Huo here?"

"Take a walk." Huo Tianhao keenly smelled the smell of wine on her, picked his eyebrows and was even more unhappy: "have you been drinking?"

Song Weiyu was stunned for two seconds and smelled himself. Except for a little smoke smell in the restaurant, there seemed to be no wine smell: "I drank a little and had a taste."

"You can drink so badly." Huo Tianhao said as if he disliked it.

"My drinking capacity is really not bad..." Song Weiyu said in tears and laughter. The last time was a pure accident. She drank more than half a bottle of foreign wine at one go. The degree of the wine was not low. In addition, many of her were drunk without drinking.

Huo Tianhao obviously didn't believe it. "Who was the drunkard I picked up last time?"

"It was an accident." Song Weiyu is speechless. She can really drink.

Huo Tianhao remembered that song Weiyu was drunk last time. He moved in his heart and said awkwardly, "don't drink outside."

Song Weiyu tilted her head suspiciously. Although she has a good drinking capacity, she never drinks when she is at home. "Of course I drink outside, I don't drink at home."

Huo Tianhao thought for a moment and said, "after that, you can only drink in front of me. You can only drink when I'm here."

Song Weiyu stared at him, and then suddenly smiled: "Mr. Huo, in what capacity did you say this?"

Huo Tianhao raised his eyebrows.

But song Weiyu didn't continue the topic, and changed the topic: "does Huo always have supper?"

"You just came back from the restaurant." Huo Tianhao vaguely reminded her.

"I just drank and didn't eat two. That restaurant doesn't suit my taste." Song Weiyu opened the door of the villa, "the stars should sleep. Do you want to come in for supper?"

Probably because of drinking some wine, song Weiyu's cheeks are tinged with light pink, making his skin more white as jade. His beautiful peach blossom eyes are foggy, like a layer of yarn, mysterious and confusing.

Huo Tianhao stood outside the door and song Weiyu stood inside the door.

The community is very quiet. Only the wind blows the leaves and makes a slight "Hua Hua" sound. A full moon hangs in the sky and emits a faint light.

"... OK." Huo Tianhao answered in a low voice. His eyes were wrong and stared at Song Weiyu.

Song Weiyu suddenly cooled behind him. He felt that he was the one to be treated as a night snack.

She touched her nose and silently closed the door when Huo Tianhao came in.

"Is dumplings OK?" Song Weiyu takes out the previously wrapped dumplings from the frozen layer of the refrigerator. She is busy with her work. In her spare time, she will make a lot of dumplings and wonton. When she is too late, she will cook a bowl, which not only fills her stomach but also tastes delicious.

Huo Tianhao was not picky and nodded.

He casually sat at the dining table in front of song Weiyu and paid attention to song Weiyu. She rolled up her sleeves and exposed a white forearm. When the water in the pot boiled, he put frozen dumplings into the pot. When the dumplings became white and fat, she picked them up and put them on the plate.

Song Weiyu turned and asked Huo Tianhao, "do you want to dry or soup?"

"Whatever."

"Then do it all." Song Weiyu quickly prepared two plates of dumplings. After all, they both had dinner and put them in front of the dining table. Then he turned and took out a few spices and saucers from the cabinet and handed them to Huo Tianhao, "what spices do you want to make yourself."

Huo Tianhao hasn't adjusted his own seasoning since he was born. He looks at Song Weiyu innocently with a small seasoning dish.

Song Weiyu helped her forehead. She forgot that she was facing the young master of the evil capitalist. She was taken care of by servants since childhood, and her fingers were not touched with the spring water.

"Is sesame paste flavored oil and mashed garlic OK?" Song Weiyu can only agree to help the young master adjust the seasoning.

"No mashed garlic, add some spicy." Huo Tianhao thought and replied.

Song Weiyu thought of Huo Tianhao's stomach ache last time and hesitated: "are you sure you can eat spicy food?"

"... let it go." The other side is obviously very uncertain.

Finally, song Weiyu only touched a little spicy sauce in the seasoning. Facts have proved that her practice is very prescient. Huo Tianhao thinks the spicy degree is just right.

Song Weiyu likes spicy food very much. He mixed vinegar and chili sauce for himself and began to eat happily.

They sat face to face, eating dumplings on their plates.

The atmosphere is very harmonious and quiet, with a kind of casual leisure.

"It's delicious." Huo Tianhao said seriously after eating all the dumplings on the plate that he didn't like dumplings, but song Weiyu seemed to make them particularly delicious.

Song Weiyu received the dishes into the dishwasher with a smile and started the working mode of the dishwasher.

"You went to see Lin Zimo this time because of those legacies?" Huo Tianhao suddenly asked.

Facing his back, song Weiyu's face suddenly cooled down, "... You investigate me?"