Chapter 253: Old Man, What Are You Pretending!
Xia Zhinian returned to the bedroom and deliberately slammed the bedroom door to summon the grievances in her heart.
Huo Yuting big bastard!
I like to sulk when I have nothing to do.
She doesn't know how to mess with him inexplicably!
If you want to be angry, go and have enough!
Love is like it, and it has nothing to do with her.
Xia Zhinian took the door of the bathroom, slowly took off the clothes on his body, and looked at his left arm.
A bruise.
It hurt a little when she touched it.
I pulled up my clothes and searched in the drawer for a long time, but I didn't find any ointment.
She was also panicked in her heart, and sat there aggrieved, without the ointment. There are still injuries on her hands, and some people are still angry with her.
Childish is not childish! Rely on!
Xia Zhinian thought that he could not care, and let him sulk, who knew that he was angry, and she was also angry, which directly affected her emotions.
She was so angry that she couldn't sleep.
It's 12 o'clock in the night, and if she doesn't sleep, how can she get up tomorrow morning, and there are still a few shots to shoot.
Also prepare for the audition.
A bunch of things, she didn't have time to get angry.
Xia Zhinian buried his head in the quilt, but he couldn't sleep.
Thinking of the scene when she entered the door, I don't know how long Huo Yuting, a stupid person, stood like that. An old man, how can he be more naΓ―ve than a child.
Xia Zhinian patted his forehead and put on his shoes depressedly.
Walking to the door of the study, Xia Zhinian wanted to knock on the door several times, but raised his hand and took it back.
Why did she take the initiative?
He's a big man, can't he just say clearly?
Why did you sulk?
Xia Zhinian walked up and down the door of the study depressedly......
Huo Yuting opened the door, his eyes locked on her body coldly, "Don't sleep yet?" β
Xia Zhinian turned to glare at him, "You are like this, can I sleep?" β
Huo Yuting was stunned at first, "How am I?" β
"Huo Yuting, you old man, what are you pretending? You wait for me for a few hours, and when I come back, you just say a word to me and hide in the study, what do you mean? β
Xia Zhinian couldn't help it, and some words burst out of his mouth.
When Huo Yuting heard the three words "old man", his expression was complicated, "Xia Zhinian!" β
Xia Zhinian glared at him fiercely, "Why don't you admit it?" You say you're naΓ―ve or not, you don't like me drinking outside, you just say it! What are you sulking? β
"I didn't!"
Huo Yuting was still hard-mouthed.
Xia Zhinian was so angry that he slammed his fist directly on his chest, "You didn't?" Then why didn't you talk to me just now? Why go to the study instead of going back to our bedroom? β
Huo Yuting said, "......"
Seeing that he didn't speak, Xia Zhinian was angry and annoyed, and his fist smashed densely on his chest, "Old man! Immature! Stupidity! Stupid! β
Huo Yuting's heart trembled, and he grabbed her fragrant shoulders with both hands.
Xia Zhinian's body shook, wrinkled his eyebrows in pain, and screamed, "You hurt me so much!" Huo Yuting, an old man with no conscience! β
He knew how strong Xia Zhinian's ability to endure pain was.
He knew better how much force he had in his hands.
So Huo Yuting immediately sensed that something was wrong, ripped off her clothes, and when he saw the bruise on his left upper arm, his facial features sank, "What's going on?" Who hit! β
It's almost gnashing of teeth.
It was as if it hit him in the flesh of the heart.
Xia Zhinian looked at his distressed appearance, and leaned into his arms, "The person who beat me, I have already solved it!" It's just that it hurts now, and there's no ointment......"