Cuckold?

Huo Zizhao's eyes narrowed.

"What did you say?"

"I didn't hear it."

As soon as she turned around, she was picked up by a man and pushed onto the sofa.

"Do you dare to cuckold me?"

"What are you doing, haha, let go......"

Neither of them mentioned the matter of transferring to another school, anyway, it can't be changed, and mentioning it can only only increase sadness, so it's better to live every minute happily.

The reason why Huo Zizhao concealed this matter was because he didn't want to see her sad and uncomfortable, even if it was a day later to let her know.

How could she live up to his painstaking efforts.

This man really put her at the top of his heart and silently paid a lot for her.

He didn't go back for the New Year, half because he was angry with the old man, and half because he didn't want her to know that Dad Huo would take him away this time.

He doesn't want to see his father so much, he would rather live alone at a young age, but because she took the initiative to face him.

No wonder he suddenly urged her to practice self-defense, found every opportunity to be with her, and accompanied her to the banquet in a high-profile manner, announcing their relationship to everyone, so that people did not dare to beat her idea.

Song Canran felt that she was too stupid, he had obviously done so much in advance, but she didn't notice it at all.

He took her firmly under his wing, and even if he was away temporarily, he tried to protect her in his own way.

Such a man, how does she not move.

It's only a year, and she's sure they have a lifetime to spend together.

So, there's nothing to be sad about.

That being said, she stayed in the apartment that night and tried to get tired of being together the rest of the day.

In the evening, when she opened the bag, she remembered the gift that Xiao Baozi had given her.

When he looked down at the gift, Huo Zizhao came over.

"What's that?"

"Your brother sent it."

She smiled and spread the gift in front of him, it was a painting, the painting was a man and a woman holding hands, I have to say that Xiao Baozi has a good talent, although the brushwork is childish, the appearance of the two of them is quite similar, and they can be recognized at a glance.

"I can't see that the little guy has a lot of artistic cells, and he paints very well."

"That's good?" Huo Zizhao was deliberately picky: "The standard is really low. ”

"Of course you can't compare with us Huo Dashao, you're still playing with mud when he's his age, right?"

Hearing her teasing Huo Zizhao smiled, he said seriously: "Actually, my artistic cells can also be used." ”

"Oh?" She expressed disbelief.

"I'll draw it for you."

As he spoke, Huo Zizhao suddenly turned her little face, grabbed a pen from the desk with his long fingers, and scribbled a few strokes on her cheek in spite of her warning eyes.

"Huo Zizhao!"

She took out her phone, looked at the extra beard on one cheek, and glared at him angrily.

"I'm good at drawing, right?" He playfully leaned over again and gestured to paint the other half of her face: "Don't move, it's not done yet." ”

"Hey, I'm not allowed to draw."

She glared and reached for the pen in his hand.

Huo Zizhao deliberately shook the pen in front of her, and when her little hand grabbed it, he quickly wrapped it around, wrapped his hands around her, and pulled her in front of him.

"Nasty!" She pointed to her face, "Wipe it off for me." ”

"It's pretty good."

"To wipe or not to wipe?"

She snorted and glared at him fiercely.

Huo Zizhao smiled, and his handsome face leaned closer.

"Okay, I'll wipe it for you."

As he said the last word, his lips came up.