Love is like melting

Chapter 275 He Is Farting (1)
Huo Yimo vomited and her stomach was empty. Because of the blowing wind, her head was even more dizzy, and she was weak and unable to stand still. At this moment, she was leaning limply in his arms.

Xu Sizhe asked her to rinse her mouth again, without saying anything, picked her up and carried her back to the car.

The driver got in the car and answered a call. It was from Fu Qing, reminding Xu Sizhe that there was a meeting at the Presidential Palace in the afternoon, and he should leave for the Presidential Palace now.

Xu Sizhe held the little drunk in his arms, thought for a moment, and said to the waiting driver, "Go directly to the presidential palace."

He was worried that she was so drunk and left her alone at home.

The driver raised the barrier, started the engine, and turned around at the next intersection.

Xu Sizhe reached out his hand to brush away her long hair that covered her face, and said in a low voice, "Asleep?"

"No!" Huo Yimo leaned meekly in his arms, closed her eyes, her voice was lazily hoarse because of being drunk, "It's just dizziness! I'm not drunk!"

It's all like this, still not drunk?
The corners of Xu Sizhe's mouth curled into a smile, and he caressed her cheek with his fingertips, and his deep and dark eyes involuntarily fell on her red lips.

Thinking of what he said that day, his voice tightened, and he murmured softly, "That was really not your first kiss?"

Huo Yimo originally closed his eyes and slowly opened them, staring at his handsome face in bewilderment, "Of course not, so you don't have to be responsible for me, let alone take care of me! I'm not as good as you think...I not only love Drinking and smoking, I have done everything bad girls do!"

smokes?

Xu Sizhe really couldn't imagine what it would be like to hold a cigarette butt with her innocent appearance.

"You... really love Li Yangyu that much?" When these words came out, her throat tightened.

If she didn't love a man so much, how could she belittle herself even when she was drunk, just to keep him away from her!
For Li Yangyu, she excluded everyone from her heart.

"I don't know." Huo Yimo replied hesitantly, his white hands tightly clutched his clothes, his expression was bewildered, helpless and aggrieved, "I always thought that I didn't love him, I was just too lonely , habitually rely on his existence, so, when he kissed me, I didn't feel anything at all."

"I don't feel it?" Xu Sizhe frowned, his eyes flashed with understanding.

"But later... when I found out that he had a girlfriend but didn't want to let me know, I felt so sad, so sad... The more I pretended to be calm, the more uncomfortable I felt... I, really It's stupid...I drank that night, how can I feel after drinking so much?"

Both of them drank alcohol that night, and they were just lying on the bed chatting, she sat up dizzily while talking, and played with Li Yangyu's hair.

The moment Li Yangyu got up to kiss her suddenly, she just felt dizzy and closed her eyes naturally.

No blush, no racing heart, nothing.

At that moment, she felt that she didn't love Li Yangyu.

So afterwards, Li Yangyu acted as if nothing happened, and she acted as if nothing happened, and never asked him why he kissed her.

Never say anything about that,

Xu Sizhe's dark eyes narrowed slightly, staring at her intently, hearing her intermittently talking about her feelings for Li Yangyu, he was not without jealousy and anger, but...he is an adult, a master at controlling emotions, he will not let this Emotions showed on his face.

What's more, when she and Li Yangyu had those incidents, they had nothing to do with each other.

If Lian Jing is his past, then Li Yangyu is Huo Yimo's past. Everyone has their own past, and he has no right to blame her.

"what about me?"

Junyan lowered himself very close, his warm breath sprayed on her brows and pupils, he really wanted to know how she felt when he kissed her?
Is it the same feeling as Li Yangyu?
Or numb?

Or disgust?

"You—" Huo Yimo looked at him, but didn't reply immediately, as if he was thinking about something with his drunken brain, one of the little hands holding his clothes loosened and covered his heart: "It hurts!"

"Pain?" Xu Sizhe frowned, not understanding what she meant for a while.

"My heart hurts!" My misty eyes stared at him, grievances swept through my heart for no reason, and my voice choked and trembled: "I feel sorry for my brother...I should hate you..."

A thin mist of water filled the apricot eyes, slowly seeped out, and slowly rolled down along the fair skin.

Xu Sizhe seemed to have discovered some very important information, surprise and joy flowed in his brows and eyes.

Gently wiping away her tears with her fingertips, she asked in a coaxing tone, "Because you don't reject my kindness to you, do you?"

She didn't speak, but she was flooded with tears by his words.

That was the truth that she had been suppressing, deceiving, and refusing to admit, and he easily tore it apart like this, making it clear that there was no emotion.

Fen fist hit his strong chest one after another, crying and sipping, the voice of grievance sounded: "If you want to be the holy father, then be your holy father, why do you keep repeating this over and over again? Running to my world to be the holy father, treating me so well? It made me seem to know what to do, and heinous! Even if I am an unfamiliar white-eyed wolf, I still have heart and flesh and blood, how could I not feel any guilt? ! I hate you, I hate you for making me feel like a fickle woman...a big, big white lotus...a bad woman who is passionate..."

She can clearly distinguish who is sincerely kind to her and who is hypocritical to her, so every time she rejects Xu Sizhe's kindness, she feels bad in her heart!

That's the kindness of others, but I am wanton and mean, but what can I do!

This "other" is Xu Sizhe, the person she tried her best to escape from the past.

Xu Sizhe frowned, and his voice was displeased: "Who said you are an unfamiliar white-eyed wolf?"

He didn't think so.

In his eyes, it's not that she doesn't know what's good and what's wrong, it's not that she doesn't know right from wrong, it's because she knows right from wrong too much that she doesn't dare to let him get close.

"Li Yangyu!"

Li Yangyu said that she is an unfamiliar white-eyed wolf, and it will be very tiring to be with her.

Jun Yan instantly became gloomy, his eyes looked straight at her, and there was a chill between his brows, and he tried his best to bear it.

For the first time, I feel that this Li Yangyu is really a very annoying existence, every word and deed of him is affecting this little thing.

The warm fingertips landed on her chin with neither light nor heavy force, her eyes were dark, her thin lips were lightly pursed, and she paused every word: "He, yes, yes, fart!"

If he hadn't suppressed his dissatisfaction with Li Yangyu for a long time, how could he utter dirty words at this moment with his self-cultivation.

Because I was angry, because I felt worthless for the little things!
Huo Yimo looked at him half understanding, dizzy, she wanted to sleep, but the coolness from his fingertips permeated her skin, spread into her body little by little, rolling back and forth with the blood in her body.

The tears stopped unknowingly, and the red lips pursed lightly: "Xu Si..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by his sexy magnetic voice. His approaching handsome face was infinitely magnified, and his beautiful lips opened and closed. She could hear every word clearly, but she couldn't hear them together. understood.

He said, "Huo Yimo, now I want to kiss you!"

The apricot eyes tightened suddenly, what he said was very gentlemanly, but before she could react, he had already acted.

Soft and cool to the touch, with a touch of wine and tobacco.

Xu Sizhe's kiss is completely different from Li Yangyu's. Li Yangyu's everything is hot and scalding, but Xu Sizhe's lips are very cold, giving people a heart-wrenching sense of coolness.

Sanity gradually fell apart.

The fair cheeks were unknowingly stained with a layer of blush, which was charming and charming.

Huo Yimo felt that she must be drunk and had a dream.

(End of this chapter)