Mr. Huo, you are my insincere words

Chapter 347 Going to Hit an Unexpected South Wall
But Simon Huo has this kind of ability, he has cultivated to become a master among women, a seductive kiss, a blank promise, can make her abandon her current life, and bump into an uncertain south wall.

"Yanyan, I'm coming to Kyoto, I will find a time to see you."

The man's voice was extremely gentle, and Tong Yan immediately remembered that night, that kiss, after such a long time, she actually remembered it so clearly.

Her eye sockets turned red in an instant, she watched herself sinking and falling so clearly.

"Okay, Simon."

After hanging up the phone, she took a deep breath and went to get the phone for Shihua.

Shi Hua was basking in the sun on the deck chair, and was not in a hurry to turn it on.

The sunshine in early summer was not so poisonous, and it was warm on her body. She had just fallen asleep, and she smelled the familiar scent of ink on the tip of her nose.

She opened her eyes and found Si Ruochen sitting on the stone bench next to her. She didn't know when he came.

Shi Hua quickly sat up, "Accidentally fell asleep here, when did you come?"

Seeing the blush on her face, Si Ruochen looked away, "I just came here not long ago."

Shihua's hair was a little disheveled when she slept, but she didn't notice it.

Just as she was thinking about how to chat with this person, her white fingertips stretched out in front of her, and pinned a few strands of disobedient hair behind her ears.

Shi Hua was taken aback for a moment, and quickly distanced herself from him, "Did you come here to find me on purpose today?"

"Your phone is turned off, so I have to come here in person and bring you some calligraphy and paintings."

Spread out on the stone table were indeed some calligraphy and paintings.

Si Ruochen not only draws well, but also has top-notch writing skills.

He estimated that he had been here for a while, and there were still pens, ink, paper and inkstones on the stone table.

When Shi Hua saw those words, she couldn't refuse, so she could only say: "Mr. Si's handwriting is really good."

"If you like, I can teach you."

A few words made Shi Hua's eyelashes tremble.

She is married, and Si Ruochen is Huo Quanci's friend, is it not good to say these things to her?
Or is it that Si Ruochen has never been in a relationship, so he doesn't know how to keep a distance from women?
She looked at the ring on his finger again, and heard that he had divorced his wife, but he refused to take off the wedding ring, which showed that he always cared about his wife in his heart, and he shouldn't be the kind of man who sees a difference and wants to change.

After figuring this out, Shi Hua felt relieved, "Actually, I studied calligraphy when I was in college."

She took the brush, touched the tip of the brush with her fingers, smoothed the hair, then dipped the brush in ink, and slowly wrote a few words.

— Huo Quan's speech.

There are many strokes in these three characters, but she wrote them very lightly, as if she had rehearsed them tens of thousands of times in her heart.

Si Ruochen looked at the three words on the white paper, his eyes flickered, and he took a sip of the tea in his hand.

After Shi Hua finished writing Huo Quanci's name, her brows and eyes softened a little, "You're making a fool of yourself."

Her handwriting is beautiful, graceful and dignified, but it lacks a bit of strength.

Si Ruochen took her hand, and the other hand naturally supported her shoulder, "I'll teach you."

Shi Hua's brows twitched violently, and her hands trembled.

Si Ruochen didn't seem to notice her abnormality, held her hand, and rewrote the three words Huo Quanci.

Shi Hua's mood was unstable, and even her breathing became short of breath, which made it difficult for her to write well.

She wanted to let go of her hand, but Si Ruochen held it tightly.

Huo Quanci's name appeared on the white paper again, without the tenderness that belonged exclusively to Shi Hua, this time it became a lot sharper.

After the last deal was settled, Si Ruochen let go of her lightly, "Isn't this much better?"

Shi Hua opened her mouth slightly, with mixed feelings in her heart, she could only smile, "It's much better."

Si Ruochen didn't sit here for long, and before leaving, he said that those pens, ink, papers and inkstones were given to her.

Although Shi Hua hadn't researched it, she knew that the ink and inkstone were both expensive varieties, and she didn't want to accept them, but Si Ruochen's attitude couldn't be rejected.

The time this man appeared was very short each time, but what was left to her was a new round of shock.

She looked at the things on the table and suddenly felt a little anxious.

In front of a man like Si Ruochen, there is no other thoughts at all. If you put love on him, it will only insult him. His temperament is too clean and noble, as if he was born to belong to the cloud.

What's more, he is a scholar, presumably he should understand these etiquette better than others.

So he really just wanted to teach her just now, right?

At eight o'clock in the evening, Huo Quan came back, but Shi Hua noticed the wound on his neck with sharp eyes, which seemed to be scratched severely by something.

She was taken aback, and quickly took out the alcohol to disinfect, "What's wrong with you? How did you get hurt?"

Huo Quanci covered his neck and suddenly looked up at her.

Shi Hua felt that his eyes were complicated, that love was intertwined with other emotions.

"It's okay, give me a hug."

He stretched out his hands, hugged her in his arms, and rubbed her with nostalgia, "It's just a small injury, don't make such a fuss."

The wound was still bleeding, so how could it be a minor injury.

Shi Hua pushed her, but his hands held her tightly.

"Hua'er, I suddenly want it."

His voice was bewitching, hoarse, like a muffled blow from his head.

Shi Hua's mind went blank, and after he said these words, his hands and feet were no longer in control.

He was too enthusiastic tonight, asking her over and over again if she loved him.

Shi Hua's voice changed when he was tortured by that feeling, but the remaining sliver of reason still remembered his wound.

"How did you get hurt? Where did your injury come from?"

Huo Quanci didn't answer, but only pressed her harder.

Shi Hua keenly felt that something was wrong, but facing his gentleness, she couldn't ask anything.

This entanglement lasted until four o'clock in the morning, she was so tired that she fell asleep drowsily.

Huo Quanci clutched his neck, the wound was an abrasion, and now there was no bleeding.

But he didn't dare to recall what happened that night, the more he recalled, the more panic he felt.

He hugged her tightly, his eyebrows furrowed.

When Shihua woke up, the sun was already high outside, she went downstairs with her clothes on, and found Huo Quanci staring at the calligraphy and paintings in a daze.

"Si Ruochen has come?"

His voice was flat, without any emotion.

Shi Hua was inexplicably guilty, probably subconsciously felt that it was wrong to contact Si Ruochen.

"Well, he wrote these."

She couldn't throw away the things Si Ruochen gave her, so she had to let the servants put them away.

But what I just wrote yesterday, the ink is still not dry, the servant left it here to dry overnight, but Huo Quanci saw it.

Huo Quanci took out the piece of paper with his name written on it, and the corner of his mouth curled up, "Let someone put away what he gave you."

(End of this chapter)