Lord Huo picked up a real princess

Chapter 35 His Taste
When Huo Yin came home, Sister Wang was still at home with Wan Wan.

Xu Shi had been ill for a while, and she became more and more afraid of being alone. When Huo Yin was absent, he would ask Sister Wang to come over to accompany her in advance.

"Brother, you are back."

As soon as Huo Yin opened the door, the little girl with a fragrant body came to him. She stood on tiptoe very naturally, and reached out to pat the snow off his shoulders.

Sister Wang watched from the side, both embarrassed and thought this scene was eye-catching, just a little strange, Miss Qin and Mr Huo are obviously lovers, so why do they like to be called brother and sister.

She asked Wanwan secretly, but Wanwan just said naturally: "The original title was not very good."

Sister Wang seemed to understand, so she didn't ask any more questions, but just mentioned Wanwan: "This woman still has to treat her as a snack when she finds a man, and she needs to get her marriage certificate as soon as possible, you understand?"

When encountering someone who doesn't understand, Wanwan would usually nod her head pretending to understand, and then ask Huo Yin when he was around.

So as soon as Sister Wang left, she grabbed Huo Yin's sweater sleeve and asked innocently, "Brother, does the marriage certificate mean worship?"

Huo Yin paused and looked back at her.

What Wang Ping taught was a mess.

Wanwan shook his sleeve, and said in a soft voice, "Really?"

He nodded, pointed to the bedroom, and urged her to go to bed.

Wanwan slept for a long time during the day, and she didn't feel sleepy at all at the moment, so she pointed to her desk on a whim.

"Wanwan practiced calligraphy today, brother will check for Wanwan's mistakes."

The little girl's thoughts were written all over her face, so why couldn't Huo Yin see it? In the past two days, he left early and returned late, and Wang Ping came to accompany him.

Perhaps it was because of fear.

He nodded, and Wanwan held up her skirt to get the copybook.

Walking too hastily, stepping on the end of the skirt when going down the steps, she was about to fall.

Huo Yin was right next to her, holding her fast with his eyes and hands, his strong arms were like a copper wall and iron wall, protecting her firmly.

"Thank you brother, look, Wanwan wrote so much today."

There was a thick stack of calligraphy books, neatly written and beautiful, and the fragrance of her body was also stained on the pages.

Huo Yin looked down at two pages and found two typos.

"Huh?" Wanwan leaned closer to have a look: "Did Wanwan write something wrong?"

Huo Yin walked to her desk, took a pen and wrote in her notebook.

Wanwan saw it: "It's a little less."

Huo Yin nodded, tapped the tip of the pen on the table, and signaled her to write it again.

This character is a bit complicated. If you copy it, you can follow the drawing, but it is a bit difficult to write it yourself. Wanwan stops there after the first stroke, and doesn't know where to start.

She raised her head to ask Huo Yin for help, her big eyes were watery, and the dimples on her cheeks were round and deep.

"Wanwan can't write."

Huo Yinyuan wanted to take the pen and write again, but thought that she might not be able to read it again, so she bent down, held her too small hand, and wrote stroke by stroke.

Warm breath fell on the side of Wanwan's face.

He wears a very cool scent of shower gel, which Wanwan picked up for him from the supermarket shelf, because the salesperson came to sell it and said it was very suitable for men.

It's just an ordinary shower gel fragrance that can no longer be ordinary, but it is a fascinating cold fragrance on him, like the wind on a winter night, piercingly cold.

Raw and magnificent.

When he was done, he stood aside and waited for her to write again.

Ke Wanwan was holding the pen, blushing, and blinking her big eyes.

I ignored him for a long time.

Huo Yin reached out and poked her delicate arm.

"what?"

(End of this chapter)