The Romance Of Mr. Walton

When Huo Tingshen came out, Wenqing quickly removed his ears from the door.

He poked her eyebrows: "What are you doing."

"Hey, it's nothing, it's just that something fell out, just picked it up," she shook the bag pinched in her palm.

Seeing her guilty conscience, Huo Ting couldn't help feeling funny, and deliberately teased her: "Really?"

"Of course, why did I lie to you? Why did you come out so quickly."

Huo Tingshen's hand rested on her shoulder: "I'm afraid you will be anxious, let's go, and take you to the doctor."

"Good, good, go."

Wenqing felt embarrassed, and for the first time in his life, he wanted to eavesdrop on others.

Even if I didn't hear a word, I was caught on the spot.

Really can't be more embarrassed.

She glanced sideways at him.

Huo Ting said deeply: "What do you want to ask?"

"No... it's nothing."

"It's nothing, just heard everything?"

He raised his hand warmly and pinched his waist forcefully.

Huo Ting was deeply bitter, "Murder her husband."

"Who made you talk nonsense, I didn't overhear."

"Well, you didn't."

"I really didn't," glared at her warmly and without confidence.

Huo Ting smiled deeply: "Yes, I said, you haven't."

"Huo Tingshen, you...you..."

"How am I?"

"You hate it," she gave him a push, and walked forward on her own.

Huo Tingshen looked at her humble back and couldn't help but chuckle.

This woman, the more guilty, the more lovely.

He hurried to catch up with her: "I didn't say anything just now, just let me take good care of you."

"Who wants to know, don't tell me," she glared at him.

"I insisted on telling you, okay?"

Wenqing turned his head slightly, so embarrassed that he wanted to find a mouse hole.

The check-up was over soon.

On the way back, warmly said: "I plan to go back to school tomorrow."

"You really tickle all over your body without working?"

"I think I have asked too much during this period. As a counselor, I can't do nothing. This is really inappropriate."

Huo Tingshen was calm: "If someone finds it inappropriate, just resign."

"I'm not crazy," Wenqing curled his lips.

He retorted: "This is not a good job."

"No matter how inconspicuous this job is in your eyes, I won't quit. You don't even know how much effort I put into this job."

He was displeased: "Huh, it was hard enough, even my first love boyfriend caught up, right?"

Seeing that he was angry again, he said warmly and cautiously: "I didn't refuse to resign because of Gao Moran. I said earlier that this is my dream. Besides, the winter vacation is approaching. Before the winter vacation, I always have to do what I should do. Do things well, I don’t like to do things like anticlimactic."

"This habit is pretty good," he said, calling Lin Shaokang's number: "Arrange two bodyguards for your three ladies..."

Wenqing grabbed his mobile phone and said to Lin Shaokang: "No, thank you."

She hung up the phone and looked at Huo Tingshen, "I said, Sanye Huo, can you stop exaggerating, there is nothing dangerous in the school, besides, your press conferences are all held, and there must be no reporter daring to be on your head. Pulling hair, school is my workplace, so don’t interfere. I go to work and bring two bodyguards. This is where I go to work. Is it better to be funny."

Huo Tingshen stared at her. If he hadn't intervened from the beginning, then she would have no bones left by Lin Youle and Peng Aiguo.

"Stupid."

Staring at him warmly: "Why do you curse people."

"You better shut up, I am too lazy to be angry with you."

Warm embrace, hum, she is even more lazy to be angry.

Back home, Wenqing went to his study to find a new notebook and went upstairs.

When he returned to the room, he saw her lying on the table writing.

I thought she was studying, but her books were still thrown on the balcony table, and he walked to her curiously.

"what are you doing?"

Wenqing raised the notebook and smiled braggingly: "I'm making a baby diary by myself."

"Baby diary?"

Nodding warmly: "Yes, I have read a lot of mother-infant posts and found that a mother made a diary for her child. It began in the fetal period and is of special commemorative value. After reading it, I decided to start At the beginning of a birth check, I also made a diary. You said that when the baby has grown up, look at his own imprints. Isn’t it good?"

Huo Ting nodded deeply and looked at her with a smile: "Well, she is a good mother."

Smiled warmly and smugly, lowered his head to continue.

Huo Tingshen sat sideways on the table: "Let's give the child a name."

"I don't know if it's a boy or a girl."

"Then find a neutral name."

Putting down the pen warmly is a good idea.

"Call it a stone."

Huo Tingshen despised: "I said to take a neutral name, but I didn't say what stone is called, a little girl called a stone, is it appropriate? No."

Warm and speechless: "Then what do you call it?"

Huo Tingshen raised his eyebrows: "Wen Wen?"

"Tender warm?"

"Otherwise you think so."

Wenqing Nuzui: "But in case it is a boy, if it is called Wenwen, it is easy for others to mistake it for cultural writing, and Wenwen is not like a boy's name.

After she finished speaking, she snapped her fingers: "Call Huo Huo."

Huo Ting shook his head and smiled: "Although I am proud of being Huo's family, is Huo Huo not suitable for girls?"

"Who said it, it sounds pretty good."

"you sure?"

Nodding warmly: "I like it very much anyway."

Huo Ting nodded deeply: "Okay, so be it."

When he made the decision, the warmth felt a little casual.

Just about to say something, he had already picked up his pen and wrote a few powerful characters on the cover of his notebook.

‘Baby Huo Huo’s Diary’.

Father, Huo Tingshen.

Mother, tenderness.

He handed the diary to her: "This diary is more loving if parents make it together."

Looking up at him tenderly, his heart warmed, a little envious of Huo Huo who has a mother and a father.

"Well, then... Father Huo Huo, if you have anything you want to say to Huo Huo, please write it down."

Huo Tingshen did not hesitate, bent over and wrote a few words in the diary.

Looking at the heart-warming sentence he wrote, he smiled warmly.

Huohuo, you will have a good father.

After writing the diary, Huo Tingshen went to the company first.

Wenqing continued to read at home.

After a while, Bai Nancheng called her.

But tenderly chose to refuse.

Then, Bai Chengtai's number called again.

She stared at the phone and wondered, what exactly the father and son want to do today?

She still didn't answer.

Soon, Bai Nancheng sent her a message: "Answer the phone, immediately."

She had just finished reading, Bai Chengtai's number called again.

She hesitated and picked up the phone.

On the other end of the phone, Bai Chengtai's hysterical roar came: "Warmthness, what on earth do you want to kill Bai Yue, what good is it for you, you wicked girl."