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When we returned to Hongli Villa, it was already past nine.

An Xiaowan went shopping with Xia Duo for a long time, chatting all the way, not realizing how fast time passed.

At home, there was silence.

The butler greeted her at the door and stopped talking.

The light on the master bedroom on the second floor is on. ——Huo Shen has returned?

In the end, the housekeeper still couldn't hold it back and whispered: "Mr. Huo has been back for a while. He has been staying in the house. He hasn't drank the soup.

Didn't drink the medicine?

An Xiaowan's eyebrows suddenly fell, "I know."

She looked at the room upstairs and took the insulated bucket upstairs.

Since the last incident, although Huo Shen's body seems to have no major problems, An Xiaowan forced him to drink some recuperative soup every day. In order not to make him unacceptable, she specially made people adjust the prescription, try to make the taste close to ordinary soup.

The door of the master bedroom's room was closed, and An Xiaowan raised an eyebrow and pushed open.

In the room, the man sat under the light and read with a book.

Hearing the sound of opening the door, he didn't respond at all, completely deaf.

An Xiaowan woke up with a casual smile, put the insulated bucket next to him, and walked in, "You came back early today."

"..."

no response.

It was completely like not hearing.

An Xiaowan confirmed that his volume is completely okay, and Huo Shen's ears are no problem.

Therefore, he just didn't want to ignore her.

"Have you eaten?"

"..."

"Come and drink medicine."

"..."

An Xiaowan remained silent for two seconds, looking at the book in his hand.

Actually it is not a newspaper and financial page, or a professional book, nor a famous English book, but a collection of French poetry.

Unexpectedly, this man will have a leisurely look at this.

As it happens, this collection of poems happened to be seen when An Xiaowan was bored.

She moved her eyes slightly, put her face up, gently hugged him from behind him, and whispered in his ear: "The author's brushstrokes are particularly romantic and sad. He has been wandering among several women throughout his life, looking for himself The love he wanted. In the end, he failed to understand the meaning of love, but instead hurt others."

Huo Shen's movement of turning the book stopped.

"Huo Shen, you said, what is love?"

An Xiaowan narrowed her eyes, and in a pair of beautiful eyes, she was gleaming.

She was covered in goblin-like atmosphere, but there was a trace of mystery and regret in her body.

Huo Shen put the book down and finally turned his gaze to look at her.

He reached out and dragged the soft woman from his body.

A pair of dark and deep eyes stared at her so quietly, as if thinking about her heart.

An Xiaowan was afraid of his eyes, as if all the careful thoughts in his heart would be nowhere to escape from his prying eyes.

So she lowered her eyes.

But he smiled softly, "You don't understand love, but also see what this does."

There was a little complexity in her smile.

"Understood, what's the use?" Huo Shen suddenly said, "The author's fault is not that he doesn't understand, but that he wants to understand it all his life."

Love is not the most useless thing?

It will only become the weakness of people, the shackles of life, and the weight of the heart.

He was told from a young age that if a man standing at the top of the pyramid, then love is not needed.

But Kean Xiaowan's eyes suddenly cooled when he heard his answer.