Flash Marriage and Mysterious Hubby

"Huo Chengshang!" Huo Yaoting stared at Huo Chengshang with his cold eyes, his face ashen, but his voice was extremely faint, "Why don\'t I usually see that your words are so good!?"

"?" The corner of Huo Chengshang\'s mouth twitched, and his eagle-like eyes stared at Huo Yaoting for a long time. Something quickly flashed in his eyes, and then, he slowly loosened his hand that was grabbing onto Huo Yaoting\'s collar.

Huo Yaoting\'s face became extremely ugly, he patted on the collar of his shirt, without raising his head, he shouted coldly: "Get out!"

If it wasn\'t because he was his brother, those words would only be said to goad Ye Zichen into using it for his own good, so he didn\'t give Ye Zichen his surname \'Huo\' to use!

However, while Huo Yaoting might not necessarily be his match in a one on one fight, but Huo Yaoting was a cu

ing fox who knew how to fight, and to put it bluntly, Huo Chengshang was just a normal person.

Fighting the enemy, sometimes it was far from enough just to rely on one\'s courage, one still needed to plan something. Otherwise, why would the ancients focus on \'having the courage to scheme\' in battle?!

The corner of Huo Chengshang\'s eyes twitched as well. He clenched his fists so hard that they creaked, as it was the first time in his life that he really wanted to give this man a good beating.

But in the end, he did not. Even if Huo Chengshang were to cut himself ten thousand times, he was also unwilling to touch even a single strand of hair on his head.

Giving him a deep glance, Huo Chengshang turned and walked out of the room.

The moment he closed the door, a black shadow suddenly rushed towards him, and grabbed his arm, "Brother Brother Huo, how is it?"

Huo Chengshang pushed his hand away with a cold face, "Not much!"

"How is this possible? I have spent an entire afternoon racking my brains to come up with those words to stimulate Third Brother. Third Brother is a man who cares so much about face, he shouldn\'t have been so unresponsive right? " As Qi Song spoke, he took one of Huo Chengshang\'s hand and spread it out, pointing at the words on his palm, he said, "Brother Brother Huo, are you sure that you want to say what it says?"

"Word for word!" Huo Chengshang shook his hand off.

Qi Song looked at Huo Chengshang with distrust, "Brother Brother Huo, did you graduate from primary school?"

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"Do you know the handwriting?"

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"Brother Brother Huo is fine, if you say you don\'t know me, I won\'t laugh at you!"

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Brother Huo, tell us, which words you don\'t know, let\'s make up for it. "In a while, go in and tell your third brother. Be obedient Brother Huo, we\'re going to start learning. Hey, Brother Huo, don\'t go. Wait for me, Brother Huo. I\'ll teach you ?

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The man in the ward slowly walked away as he listened to the noise. His dark, cold, and thin eyes stared at the bright light on the wall beside the bed. He even breathed lightly.

In the room next door, Lu Jingxing placed Ji

ian on a simple folded small bed specially prepared for him by the hospital.

Although the bed was small, it was extremely soft and comfortable to sit on.

The small bed was next to the bed. It was a step shorter than the bed.

Ji

ian laid on the bed, with his head resting on his shoulder, his black eyes stared straight at Ye Xi, who was gasping for air, and sighed lightly.

Lu Jingxing rubbed his head, her gaze was tender and gentle, from the begi

ing to the end, she did not ask him why he went to the next ward, and helped cover his head with a blanket, "Go to sleep."

Ji

ian then closed his eyes, "Daddy is good night."

"Good night." Lu Jingxing lowered his head and kissed his temple, the warm palm caressing his back, coaxing him to sleep.

In less than five minutes, Ji

ian had fallen asleep.

Lu Jingxing looked at his eyes, and only then did he gradually turn pitch black.

Lu Jingxing turned his head and looked at the sickly bed which was completely silent, like a small woman who did not exist at all. He stood up and slowly unbuttoned his jacket, then took it off and casually threw it on the sofa.

He elegantly rolled up the cuffs of his white shirt and walked towards the bathroom.

As if afraid to wake the sleeping beauty on the bed, Lu Jingxing sat on the edge of the bed with a very gentle action.

Pulling away the towel, he forced himself to do it. He folded the towel into a flat square, and then used one hand to hold the towel to Ye Xi\'s face.

Drops of water still dripped from the thick arms he had peeked out from under his shirt cuffs.

Carefully wiping Ye Xi\'s face and neck, which were slightly swollen due to the pricking of needles, the instant Lu Jingxing lost control of his emotions, he suddenly stood up from the bed and strode into the washroom.

At night, the water in the tap was especially cool. Lu Jingxing turned the tap to its maximum as cold water poured down from his cold and elegant face time and time again.

The man\'s heavy breathing was especially clear in the quiet bathroom. The heart in his left arm was hurting.

Two months back and forth between France and B.

This was the first time he had felt such strong hatred for the uncontrollable responsibilities and public and private affairs brought to him by power.

He wished that he could stay by her side at all times, hoping that the first person she would see when she woke up would be him, afraid that when he wasn\'t around, he would gradually lose the two people that were the most important to him today.

It was too late to know that the deepest knowledge was the poison!

It was the first time in his life that he had been so greedy. He only wanted her to belong to him, and he didn\'t care if her methods were despicable!

She had always believed that she would eventually fall into his embrace, even if he had to wait a long time. She would eventually belong to him.

However, when he saw that she was doing everything she could to stop the spear for the man, his conviction was thrown into turmoil.

He was no longer sure of her future!

Lu Jingxing\'s dark red eyes looked at the mirror in the sink. In the mirror, he could clearly see the confused and confused look on the face of the person covered in mist. Panic!

Time was like quicksand tightly gripped in the palm of his hand; he was always able to find a gap between his fingers. In the blink of an eye, another month passed.