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The Romance Of Mr. Huo

Chapter: 29

Huo tingshen looked around again to make sure, and then got out of the car.

Come on, let’s see what kind of tricks she is playing.

Passing through the roadside stones tenderly, I walked to a U-shaped boulder not far from the beach.

When he reached the center of the u-shaped stone, he saw three flat stones inside, neatly arranged in order of smallest and largest.

It’s like a stone table and a stone chair.

The sea breeze is strong outside, but here, there is only a shallow breeze, which is very comfortable.

She sat down on a flat rock and turned on her phone’s flashlight.

She took out two disposable paper cups wrapped in plastic bags from her bag and placed them on the big stone table.

Then he took out a thermos and two packs of instant coffee and poured them into a cup.

She skillfully made the coffee and handed it to Huo tingshen who was still standing there.

He didn’t move, just said lightly: “This is a good place for you to invite me to drink coffee?”

“Yes, Mr. Huo, don’t you think it’s very good here?”

He raised his eyebrows, but he didn’t know when his face became so worthless.

“This is my secret base, and it’s the first time I’ve brought someone here.”

Hearing what she said, he took the coffee and sat down on the other side.

Because of the moonlight and the faint light of her mobile phone, it’s not really dark here.

“You said this is your secret base?”

“Well, my mother brought me here. Because this sea has not been developed, basically no one will come here. Every time I am in a bad mood, I will come here to sit for a while. It is very healing here. Look at it.”

She pointed to the top of her head.

Huo Ting looked up deeply, the night sky was beautiful.

“As long as I sit here, blowing the sea breeze, listening to the sound of the waves, and looking at such a beautiful night sky, I will feel that life is still pretty good, and the future is worth looking forward to, don’t you think?”

He raised his eyebrows: “No.”

She shrugged: “It seems that capitalists think differently from poor people like me. No wonder I’m poor.”

He chuckled, a rare laugh out loud.

She looked at him in surprise: “Mr. Huo, so you can laugh.”

He rolled her eyes: “Is there anyone in this world who can’t laugh?”

“But I’ve never seen you smile like this before.”

“Do you know me well?”

“It’s… no,” she shrugged, feeling that this topic was a bit self-defeating.

She took a sip of coffee and looked up at the night sky. It’s been a long time since she enjoyed it.

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