Love is like melting

268 Chapter 1 It's Better for Me to Raise You ([-])
Xu Sizhe nodded towards Fu Qing, but didn't speak.

Huo Yimo glanced sideways at his expressionless handsome face, and without saying goodbye, turned around and walked towards the door.

After walking a few steps, he felt something grabbing his wrist, he couldn't move forward, and turned his head to meet his mysterious sea-like eyes, which flashed with puzzlement.

Is he going to backtrack and not let himself go?
Xu Sizhe caught the uneasiness and impatience in her eyes, and without saying a word, he just put the candy in her hand.

Huo Yimo's heart skipped a beat when he saw the candy full in his hand, he couldn't tell what kind of emotion he was feeling.

He, what the hell does this mean?
The long body stood in front of her, stretched out his hand to tidy up the coat that was draped over her body, and after tidying up the long hair that was pressed under the clothes, he withdrew his hand.

He didn't say a word from the beginning to the end, as if he was performing a pantomime, he gave Fu Qing a look,
Fu Qing understood, leaned forward and said, "Miss Huo, please."

Huo Yimo hugged the sugar bowl, his emotions swirled a thousand times, his brows twitched slightly, paused for a few seconds, and finally turned and walked out of the office.

Xu Sizhe's clear eyes flashed a gloomy, watching her beautiful figure disappear at the end of the corridor.

The thinned lips seemed to be slightly hooked, and a wry smile penetrated.

Fu Qing came back after sending Huo Yimo off, and brought Xu Sizhe's coat into the office.

Xu Sizhe didn't say anything, Fu Qing put away his coat and didn't go out immediately, seeing him lowered his head and concentrating on his work, he hesitated to speak.

Xu Sizhe glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, paused his signing hand, and looked up at him: "Is there anything else?"

Fu Qing hesitated: "Minister, did you quarrel with Ms. Huo?"

Xu Sizhe didn't speak, but frowned, obviously displeased.

Fu Qing knew that he shouldn't talk too much, but for the sake of the minister's lifelong happiness, even if he was hated by the minister, he still had to speak up.

"Minister, women are actually very simple, just be patient and coax them! Ms. Huo is even older..."

"Huo Tian'an let people go." He was interrupted by Xu Sizhe before he finished speaking.

"Ah?" Fu Qing was startled, not understanding what he meant, why he put Huo Tian away so quickly.

Xu Sizhe didn't explain much, his voice was gloomy: "Get out!"

Fu Qing could hear the strength and irresistibility in his words, and knew that the minister didn't want to mention Miss Huo anymore, so he bowed and left.

Sighing silently in my heart, I just saw some progress, why did it suddenly collapse again?

Could it be that the minister was too anxious, or that the minister really couldn't do it, Miss Huo was not satisfied?

Alas, it really is a hidden disease that kills people!
After that day, Xu Sizhe never saw Huo Yimo again, nor did he go to see her. Every day at home and office at two o'clock and one line, there were occasional social engagements that he couldn't refuse.

For example, Lian Heng's little crown prince's birthday party.

It was said to be Lian Heng's birthday party, but it was actually more like a private gathering of the few of them.

At around ten o'clock in the evening, because An Ge had to go to class the next day, Jiang Hanzhu took her back early, and Ji Yerong didn't allow Lian Heng to play too late, so he sent him back to his room to rest.

The others left one after another, only Xu Sizhe remained, Lianmo took two glasses of wine, gave him a glass, and chatted lightly.

"I heard that you let the outside world say that Huo Yimo is yours, and you locked up Huo Tian'an for a few days!" Lian Mo took a sip of his wine, and glanced at Xu Sizhe with his eagle eyes.

When he heard the news, he was very surprised and thought it was a misunderstanding.

It's not that he thinks that Xu Sizhe won't forget Lian Jing, but that he thinks it's impossible for Xu Sizhe to fall in love with anyone, especially Huo Yimo, it seems even more impossible!
Xu Sizhe pointed to the wine glass and drank quietly, not intending to speak.

Lian Mo curled his lips: "Look at you like this, so it's true!"

The voice paused, and then said after a few seconds: "The taste has become very special!"

Xu Sizhe paused when he was about to drink, his eyes met him, and he said in a deep voice, "What exactly do you want to say?"

Lian Mo curled his lips into a half-smile, "She's not suitable for you!"

How many times did he meet Huo Yimo?

She's too young, ignorant, and has trouble-making skills. These are not the point. The point is that her brother is Huo Yuan.

"It's not like what you would say!" Xu Sizhe knew what he was referring to, but Lian Mo dared to marry D&K's illegitimate daughter Ji Yerong, so why couldn't he want Huo Yimo? !
Lian Mo's faint smile condensed on the corner of his mouth, his face was as calm as water, he looked at Xu Sizhe and said seriously: "I shouldn't have matched you and Lian Jing back then!"

If he hadn't matched Lian Jing and Xu Sizhe, perhaps Xu Sizhe wouldn't have experienced such a turmoil!

Xu Sizhe smiled inexplicably and shook his head: "I have never regretted meeting Jing'er! The only thing I regret is marrying her and driving her to a dead end without knowing it. Such a mistake, once in a lifetime, is enough!"

So that day when Huo Yimo asked him if he was going to force her to death, for a moment, he was afraid.

He didn't care who gave Huo Yimo's first kiss, he was angry because she was devoted to Li Yangyu, but what did Li Yangyu give her?
Even so, she still defended Li Yangyu so desperately that she was reluctant to use even a "bad" on Li Yangyu.

Angry at her for being too stupid, and at the same time angry at her attitude towards him, she was vigilant and resistant from beginning to end, or maybe it was out of jealousy towards Li Yangyu.

No matter how good-tempered a man is and how well-bred he is, as long as he is a man, he will have bad roots after all. Even he is the same, and he can't stand Huo Yimo's stimulation and provocation!
He lost control and nearly hurt her.

The original intention of wanting to keep Huo Yimo by his side was to be nice to her, if it hurt her, it would go against his original intention.

She spoke so clearly and hated him so much, how could he continue to make fun of himself?

That's all, as long as she lives happily.

Lian Mo looked at Xu Sizhe with probing eyes, and after a long time, he said in an uncertain voice: "Are you really attracted to Huo Yimo?"

Xu Sizhe didn't answer, but instead asked, "Whether it's true or not?"

Lian Mo found it inconceivable that Xu Sizhe would actually fall in love with Huo Yimo.

"But I heard that she fell in love with Cheng Mu's younger brother?"

Xu Sizhe's hand holding the wine glass tightened suddenly, he drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, put down the wine glass, stood up and said, "Your Excellency, at my age, there are not many things I want to meet! Can I get it? It’s really not that important anymore.”

It is a kind of luck to meet.

At the age of 26, he still had the passion and determination to win. At the age of 36, he understood that nothing can be forced, especially feelings.

A failed marriage and a love full of holes have exhausted all his impulsiveness and arrogance, without the certainty that the other party will fall in love with him.

Lian Mo leaned back relaxed, raised his sword eyebrows, smiled at the corner of his mouth, and teased: "You look like a lover now!"

Xu Sizhe picked up the coat that was on the sofa, and glanced at him lightly, "This sentence is more suitable for you!"

When the voice fell to the ground, before Lian Mo could speak, he turned and left.

He is not a lover, nor is he pretending to be great, he is just afraid.

Afraid of making an irreparable mistake again, afraid of harming an innocent girl.

Especially one so young her.

What would life be like without Xu Sizhe and Li Yangyu?

If one had to describe it in one word, Huo Yimo thought, it would be "everything is silent".

It just so happened that Shui Lianyan urged her to deliver the manuscript, and she locked herself at home for several days without going out, either reading materials or writing manuscripts, the phone call was transferred, the address book was not online, and the whole person was isolated from the world. Isolated, writing manuscripts quietly, indulging in a world without sound.

When the manuscript was finally written to her satisfaction, she opened the door, stood in the corridor stretching, and turned on her phone.

(End of this chapter)