d, Mr. Lu would…"He wouldn't care!"Once you sign, we're strangers."……He's really in a difficult position caught between the two. He desperately wants to tell Mingzhu about Mr. Lu's illness, hoping tha...Ho Zhen-dong was very unhappy: "This isn't your home What are you running around for in the middle of the night"

Ho Chin-tung has a bad temper and is domineering towards everyone.

While others feared him, Huo Shaoting did not.

His tone was even more subdued: "Go back and look up some information."

Huo Zhen Dong was exasperated and waved his hand, saying: "Get out! Be a lawyer if you want, spend all day wiping other people's asses and still have the energy!"

"Ho Shaoting sneered, "The Ho Group spends 80 million yuan every year to have me as their legal advisor. I thought you knew that, Dad!"

Ho Chin-tung threw a paperweight.

"Get out!"

Ho Shao-ting rolled away nimbly.

As soon as he got into the car, his father came down and opened the door, scolding him: "You've really become something! Having drunk half a bottle of white wine and still driving yourself back If you're so capable, why not launch yourself into the sky with a rocket or cannon"

Ho Shaoting got out of the car and handed the keys to the driver.

The driver, an elderly man from the household, sensed that the young master was in a bad mood. He didn't dare to speak much while driving and only brought him to the apartment.

The car stopped.

Huo Shaoting leaned back in his chair and let out a soft sigh: "Li Shu, you should go back first!"

Uncle Li left helplessly.

Ho Shao-ting, keeping that posture, fished out a cigarette and placed it between his lips.

The lighter flared to life.

His delicately boned fingers clutched a snowy cigarette, slowly inhaling and exhaling. The smoke entered his lungs, the sting of it jolting him.

He felt better than ever!

He didn't get out of the car and go into the apartment until he had smoked four or five cigarettes.

But it wasn't completely dark. The curtains in the living room were drawn open, and a soft moonlight streamed in, illuminating the entire room. It almost had a touch of beauty and romance to it.

Ho Shao-ting threw his coat onto the sofa and tiptoed into the master bedroom, turning on a bedside lamp.

Wen Man slept soundly.

A fair face as clean as white plum, nestled against the pillow, with a head of chestnut-colored hair spreading across it. It was indescribably beautiful.

Ho Shao-ting's hand reached into the quilt and gently stroked it.

Wen Man woke him up.

Her eyes were glistening, and she bit her lip as she looked at him.

She didn't dare to stop him or move away. She just lay there, letting him do whatever he wanted.

He tilted her head up and kissed her.

The more entanglement, the deeper...

After a long time, Wen Man couldn't help but rest her face on his shoulder, unwilling to kiss him.

She was breathless: "Why are you back You smell like alcohol."

Ho Shao-ting let out a few words through his nose: "Well, the sake drunk at the family banquet."

He held her sitting on the bed, but didn't seem to have any intention of doing anything. Wen Man whispered, "Go take a shower, I'll give you a massage downstairs, okay"

Her voice was so soft that Huo Shaoting couldn't help but lean down and kiss her again.

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It feels like we're meant to kiss forever!

Wen Man couldn't help but hug him, her slender fingers tracing delicate patterns on the fabric of his shirt behind. In fact, both of them were deeply moved at this moment. Huo Shaoting wanted to just go all the way.

But he also felt that it was a bit hasty to do so tonight for Wen Man.

Finally, he ended the kiss.

"I'm going to take a shower! I'll make some chicken and shiitake mushroom noodles."

He took off his clothes and went into the bathroom, speaking all the while. The man who was so meticulous even threw his clothes on the floor... Wen Man knew he did it on purpose.

She blushed and her heart raced, too embarrassed to look at his body.

Wen Man picked up her clothes and put them in the laundry basket. Then she went downstairs to the kitchen. With her good cooking skills, she finished it in 10 minutes.

Blue is blue, white is white.

Then drizzle a few drops of sesame oil.

It looks good and smells great.

Ho Shaoting showered and came out, sitting at the dining table to start eating noodles.

Since he has many social engagements outside, he inevitably prefers home-cooked meals. Wen Man's cooking skills may not be particularly refined, but they suit his taste perfectly.

He ate while handling a few work matters on his phone, then looked at Wen Man.

"Did you get your hair done"sed her eyes gently.Yes, ever since Shen Qinglian broke her leg that year, she became his responsibility. He would almost fulfill all her requests... This time was no exception."Qinglian, let me be th...