Huo tingshen hung up the phone and looked at the warmth.
Warmth and guilty conscience, feelings… He didn’t order it.
Huo tingshen put the mobile phone back into his pocket: “remember, there are too many men surnamed Huo in this world. There are only three in my family. I don’t care if I want to be jealous, but I don’t care until I figure it out. Otherwise, you will be the one who is angry, and I will be the one who lay down the gun, huh?”
She blushes tenderly, bows her head, loses…dead.
“Can I go try on clothes now?”
Duzui tenderly: “You You’d better not try it, you won’t wear such cheap clothes. ”
“Who told you I wouldn’t wear it, I’ll wear it to work tomorrow.”
After he finished speaking, he went into the room to change his clothes, came back, and walked around in front of her.
“How is it? Is the young master a walking clothes hanger?”
I can bear the warmth and smile, yes, but I have never seen such a narcissistic man.
“Why don’t you express your opinion? Bewitched by the young master?”
Tenderness pouted: “I’m feeling alone.”
“Do you feel that the young master is so handsome?”
He said with a warm smile: “I feel so sorry for how I have such a good eye for choosing clothes.”
After she finished speaking, she smiled and went to the kitchen: “I’m going to cook.”
Huo Ting blocked her way deeply, “Praise me first before I can go.”
“I don’t.”
“Then hold her like this,” he said, wrapping her in his arms naturally.
He said to him tenderly: “you look handsome in this dress. You have a good figure and look good in anything you wear.”
“That’s about the same.”
He let go of her and went to the kitchen tenderly. Huo Ting said as if thinking of something: “by the way, you just said that you saw what kind of coat Wan Luo was wearing. Have you seen her today?”
Nodding tenderly: “well.”
“She went to find you?”
“Um.”
“Don’t ask me, just say yes, did she ask you anything?”
“I said something, but I don’t know if I should tell you.”
“The two of us belong to our own people. Do you think you should or not?”
She curled her lips tenderly: “since you are one of your own, you should feel it yourself.”
Huo Ting smiled badly: “I have to go deep into your body to sense it, or you can cooperate?”
As soon as she blushed tenderly, she raised her hand and grabbed the rag on the table by the kitchen door and threw it at him.