Huo Wuxian sat beside her, gently pulled the sketch out of Gu Beiqin's palm and put it aside.

Then his hands were clasped around Gu Beiqin's waist, and with a gentle lift, in Gu Beiqin's surprised eyes, he hugged her and sat on his lap.

"What little story would you like to hear?" In order to make her sit comfortably, Huo Wuxian also adjusted her position.

Then he raised his eyes and looked at Gu Beiqin, there was a gentle ocean at the bottom of his eyes, and his voice was like a breeze in spring, with a warm breath, and he said softly.

Gu Beiqin didn't expect him to use this trick to resolve his discomfort, his eyes smiled slightly, and his eyes were still moist, she asked, "What little story will you tell?" ”

Huo Wuxian thought about it, when his parents died early when he was a child, what he heard the most was the story told by his grandmother: "Grandma told me a few interesting stories about my grandfather, you can make do with it." ”

Gu Beiqin nodded, and put his hands around Huo Wuxian's neck: "Okay." ”

Huo Wuxian said subtly, his voice was like a synthetic movement, beating Gu Beiqin's heart, and slowly the irritability in her heart faded a lot.

Gu Beiqin looked at Huo Wuxian in front of him, under the sunlight leaning down from the skylight, Huo Wuxian's thin lips were closed one by one, and there was no superfluous expression on his handsome and tough cheeks, but such a cold and arrogant man was willing to put down his body and tell small stories to coax her.

He really did it, he had said that he would tell her a little story in the future.

The sun shone on Gu Beiqin's body, and those tiredness and discomfort seemed to have melted, making her physically and mentally comfortable.

Her upper and lower eyelids began to fight.

In the Rose Villa here, Huo Beiping, the old man Huo, was sitting on the sofa in the big bedroom, holding a photo frame in his hand, and in the photo frame was an old grandmother, who was smiling and smiling on the chair looking at the old man opposite.

The old man is Master Huo himself, and he touched the mirror of the photo frame with his old palm: "Old woman, maybe I don't have to pretend to be sick for too long." ”

He said as he looked at the phone on his lap, a paused recording on the bright screen.

Huo Beiping listened to this recording more than once, and when he clicked on it again, Huo Wuxian's voice came from inside.

It was the conversation between Huo Wuxian and Gu Beiqin at the banquet before.

Gu Beiqin didn't expect that she would fall asleep with her arms around Huo Wuxian's neck, and when she felt her body move slightly, she opened her eyes blankly and saw that she was being carried by Huo Wuxian to the lounge on the second floor.

When he clearly recognized that the person in front of him was Huo Wuxian, Gu Beiqin continued to lean his head on his shoulder, and arched his head with his head, as if he was looking for a comfortable position.

Huo Wuxian was amused by her small movements: "Wake up and still can't come down?" ”

Gu Beiqin shook his head: "Don't, you hold it more comfortably." ”

said that he hugged him tighter, unwilling to let go, and his well-behaved appearance made Huo Wuxian hug him a little itchy.

Huo Wuxian kissed the tip of her nose, and Gu Beiqin's pink cheeks immediately turned slightly red.

I only heard Huo Wuxian use a deep and sexy voice to slowly say to Gu Beiqin: "I have a video conference with a foreign country in a while, if you think I am comfortable hugging, then, I will hold you for a meeting." ”

Gu Beiqin suddenly opened his eyes and rejected his request: "I think it's better to sleep in bed." ”

Huo Wuxian showed a doting smile on the corner of his mouth, put Gu Beiqin on the bed in the lounge, pecked her red lips lightly and said, "You sleep well, I'll come over to accompany you after the meeting." ”