Huo Yunting's back is bleak for no reason.

It seemed that Xiao Rao's words had all his energy blown away, and his awesomeness was gone.

He left dejectedly like a dog who had been severely scolded by his master and ordered to "get out".

There was bloodshot at the corners of the lips.

Still a beaten dog~

[Sister Rao, I see Huo Yunting's expression, it seems to be more painful than when we make witchcraft dolls, snatching his heart and lungs, and stabbing his eyes!]

【Do you really don’t forgive him?】

9527 grin, [How long will we deal with him? Is the entire ‘stand-in mission’ like this?]

【I feel that he seems to be very sincere to you, and he must have known that he was wrong.】

【He really fell in love with you!】

She muttered with pain.

[Love, heart~~] Xiao Rao's peach blossom eyes are bright, and her red lips outline a shallow curve. She did not answer the question directly, and her slender fingers pressed against her red lips.

"Haha, do you love me? Huo Yunting loves me? Is it the kind of love that changes your face when you dream?"

She smiled sarcastically and raised her eyebrows slightly.

In the air, there was a burst of pleasant music from nowhere~~

‘Love is just a fun game, nothing great, men are just a pastime thing, and it’s not a pity to throw it away.’

'What is love? What is righteousness? It's just that everyone deceives themselves, what is infatuation? What is confusion? It's just that men and women are playing the show~~'

‘…If you fall in love with me, you are asking for trouble yourself. If I fall in love with you, you will die in my hands~~’

——

Huo Yunting returned to the bedroom alone.

The sharp flames in his eagle's eyes seemed to burn out, and Yingjun's face was filled with dead silence through the indescribable fatigue.

He arched his body to the head of the bed, his back, which was always straight and pine-like, bent.

The hero is sad to pass the beauty.

Huo Yunting always sneered at this sentence, but now he really tastes it.

It's really not easy to have.

He closed his eyes and sighed deeply. The salty smell in his mouth made him feel like a thin string was tense in his mind, and there was a slight pain~~

In the hazy way, he seemed to hear a deafening indifference in the darkness, "Don't you realize it if you have any evil debt?"

"Cut love~~"

"Break the worldly relationship~~"

"To cultivate the supreme path, you must be free~~"

The sounds were like Sanskrit, and every sentence penetrated into Huo Yunting's ears, making his eardrums hurt, and his chest felt depressed.

"Cough, cough cough cough!!" He covered his lips, as if he was awake but not awake, his face pale, and his half-closed eagle eyes opened and closed sometimes.

It makes people feel it clearly.

He was in pain.

He is struggling.

The kind that works hard!

Long, long...

"roll!!"

Huo Yunting suddenly shouted, and he opened his eyes suddenly, and the deep sharpness and coldness flowed out of his eagle's eyes.

The faint golden light rolled away from his mind like a tide.

He woke up.

"Huh, Huh, what, what's going on?"

Huo Yunting gasped heavily, his Yingjun's face was cold and a faint look of surprise appeared.

"Who is it?"

He murmured.

The empty room was silent.

No one answered him.

There was only a faint sigh, as far away as the horizon, coming from a sigh that seemed to be dreamy and real.

"Since I haven't woken up, don't blame me for taking action!"

Huo Yunting had a split headache.

——

Huo Yunting and Xiao Rao... are quarrels.

No one in the Young Marshal's Mansion knew about it.

Xiao Rao was calm. Even after the argument, he still smiled with a charming smile when he saw Huo Yunting the next day, and said hello with a crisp look.

Huo Yunting:...

His eagle eyes were deep, his handsome face was cold, and he seemed to be nothing.

In fact, Xiao Rao could see his pain.

However, the Huo family was unaware of it. After all, Huo Yunting's past self was too cold and too hard.

especially……

He dealt with the harm Xiao Wanqing and Huo Yunzhe with iron blood!!

He drove them all out of the Young Marshal's Mansion.

In addition, he personally called the bank and told the bank president that he would never help Huo Yunzhe pay back the money, and the Young Marshal's Mansion would not be a guarantee for him.

Huo Yunzhe:...

Pain and forced to run away from home.

As for Xiao Wanqing.

Cough cough, the day after Huo Yunting and Xiao Rao quarreled, she was kicked out of the gate of the Young Marshal's Mansion, and Huo Yunting didn't even let her take her away.

He was afraid that Xiao Rao would misunderstand, and he still loved others.

So, Xiao Wanqing was driven out, carrying a suitcase and carrying a small amount of more than 100 yuan on her body. She cried and ran to find Chu Zhi.

Chu Zhi gently accepted her, hugged her, and felt sorry for her...

Of course, these were all followed Xiao Rao's orders.

As for, cough cough cough, Xiao Wanqing donated the money to the orphanage, because the orphanage was Chu Zhi, the group of the demolition parties, who naturally gave a certificate of donation.

Huo Yunting found Jinbao.

A big book.

The entire three northern provinces began to promote Mr. Huo's kind-hearted behavior. Moreover, this time he won the battle and recovered Yanping County, and the people loved and supported him.

The Young Marshal's Mansion - All the reputations damaged by Xiao Wanqing have been restored.

Xiao Rao watched coldly, getting along with Huo Yunting was neither too calm nor too light, as if he had spoken out, he would no longer need hypocritical enthusiasm.

Now, even her smile is sarcastic.

Huo Yunting was in great pain, but there was no way. He apologized and confessed. He sent flowers to Xiao Rao, asked her to go shopping, cleared the fat gouache in the whole street, smashed more than 100,000 oceans, bought diamonds as big as pigeon eggs, crowns worn by the queen of M country, and dresses airlifted by C country...

And the only tender pink car in the country.

He gave all of this to Xiao Rao.

On the day of the delivery, the cannons were set in the air and the river was covered with flowers. The cold and cruel young man Yingjun walked in with a rose with deep affection and regret.

Kneel down slowly.

He apologized sincerely.

There was a circle of people around - of course, they were all the Huo family and servants, and they looked at all in surprise and envy.

Jealous, don't want it.

Even Mr. Qian planned to contact the newspaper and take photos on the spot to prove how affectionate and romantic his young man is!

Who said that the young marshal belongs to the butcher?

He is obviously very good.
To be continued...