Huo Ruxi came out of the tea room and did not rush back, but wandered around Shen's villa.

It seems casual, but in fact it has a ghost (expected) fetus (expected).

I hoped to see the little figure that always drooped his head and felt aggrieved.

He is not a good person.

But that pitiful little girl always aroused his tenderness.

"Master Huo? Why are you here?" Wu Ma happened to meet him and walked over in surprise to ask.

"Ah...ah...that..."

Huo Ruxi's expression was a little embarrassed, and hesitated for a while before he mustered up the courage to ask, "Ma Wu, where is Chu Lu living?"

Wu Ma looked at him in surprise.

Even if she is a brain, she can't even associate the man in front of her with the fourth lady. It's like breaking the dimensional wall.

"What are you doing? Mr. Huo, our fourth lady is young and doesn't usually meet outsiders. Don't scare her!"

Huo Ruxi browed, "Hiss...Ma Wu, you have watched Ajue and me grow up since childhood. Don't you know what kind of person I am?"

"You are definitely this to our young master." Wu Ma's thumb up.

"But you can only be this to women." Wu Ma's thumb down.

Huo Ruxi helped out: I really thank you!

He tried his best to whitewash his character as a prodigal son, so Wu Ma reluctantly took him to see Shen Chulu.

"I'm just guarding the door. If you have anything to say, it's not good to be seen by others." Wu Ma was guarding the door and told him seriously.

Huo Ruxi was amused and crying, "Ma Wu, you are not Wang Po, and I am not Ximen Qing, you don't have to be so nervous."

After saying that, he stepped out his long legs and walked into the room and closed the door.

Wu Ma was stunned for a moment before she came to her senses and glared in anger, "This brat! Why are you still cursing?!"

As soon as he walked into Shen Chulu's room, Huo Ruxi was shocked.

Compared to his sister's extravagant princess room, Cauhua's room seems too simple. Apart from the basic decoration of the villa and the supporting furniture, there are no decorations, and it is as empty as a snow cave.

Huo Ruxi heard a little movement in the bedroom, so he slowed down and tiptoed towards the room.

The door was hidden and he entered quietly.

I saw Shen Chulu's slender back sitting in front of the wide desk, rustling at her desk as if something was writing.

Huo Ruxi's eyes became a little darker, and she quietly walked behind her, stretched her neck to see what she was writing.

Suddenly, his heart trembled violently and his pupils shrank.

Shen Chulu pursed her cherry lips and was painting seriously on the paper, and the person in the painting was him!

"Huh...complete." Shen Chulu fell down her pen, bent her deer eyes, and picked up the painting to indulge herself.

"When will I give it to me?"

"Ao!"

Shen Chulu screamed in fear and jumped up from the chair. She was about to cover the painting but it was too late.

Huo Ruxi's eyes were quick and fast, his lips were narrow and he curled, and he pulled the painting away from under her thin arms.

"Forget it, give it to me!" Shen Chulu's cheeks flushed and she tiptoed to grab it.

The man's too tall figure looked like an insurmountable mountain to her. In awe, she grabbed his tie with her little hand and snatched it with her other hand around his waist.

"Ahem! Let go and strangle to death!"

Huo Ruxi was about to breathe, and there was no choice but to bend down and pick up Shen Chulu's slender waist and pick her up, put her on the table to relieve the pain of suffocation.

"Give it back to me! That's my painting!" Chen Chulu's eyes, like clear spring, were watery and unyielding.

"I am the one in the painting. To be honest, have you violated my portrait rights?"

The moment Huo Ruxi looked at her, her eyes gradually became warm, "As compensation, how about giving this painting to me? Sister Caihua."

Chen Chulu's face was so shy that her face turned red, and she grabbed the man's tie and struggled hard.

Huo Ruxi suddenly stared, his body suddenly leaned forward, pressing Chen Chulu tightly under him.

Their lips are only a slight difference and they merge into one.

The lingering lips and teeth of last night appeared again, and he felt a burning heat rushing straight into his lower abdomen.

“Uh…itting.”

Chen Chulu hurriedly turned her face away. The man's breath of tobacco made her itchy and slightly scented.

My heart, dong dong dong, beating so hard.

Huo Ruxi's eyes were dazed, the girl's delicate body was so soft, even softer than his Simmons.

Let him be reluctant to leave...

Huo Ruxi used all his strength to suppress the evil fire that was causing trouble, and stood up straight with his waist.

His eyes were filled with water vapor and his breathing became heavy.

Although Chen Chulu has grown up, she is like a natural lack of fetality. She is thin and small, curled up on the table and is also a very thin and pitiful little one.

She buried half of her face between her knees and reached out to the man, "Give it back to me..."

"I saved your little bear last night. I gave me a painting to give me a gift, are you reluctant to give me?"

Huo Ruxi held his solid arms against the table and leaned over to her slightly, "I like this painting very much. I'll give it to me, okay?"

"Gift...I've prepared the gift for you a long time ago." Chen Chulu's voice was timid, and her white toes hooked her.

"Where?" Huo Ruxi's eyes lit up.

...

More than ten minutes later, Huo Ruxi returned to his Ferrari.

He was holding a cake box in his left hand and the curled portrait in his right hand. The corners of his lips kept rising, and his heart was filled with unprecedented great satisfaction.

In fact, as early as Shen Nanhuai's birthday party, when he witnessed the painting Chen Chulu gave to his grandfather with his own eyes, he had already secretly hoped that he could get such a painting.

A unique painting born for him.

Unexpectedly, he actually got it.

That kind of joy and that kind of happiness are indescribable.

Huo Ruxi happily put away the painting and couldn't wait to open the cake box.

Inside, there is a simple, unpretentious, and even a bit ugly blueberry mousse cake.

He picked up a piece of butter with his fingertips and put it into his mouth, holding his fingers and sucking them carefully.

Huo Ruxi frowned and chewed it.

What's the taste, a little sour?

*

Late at night, Tang Qiaoer applied a facial mask and sat in front of the study computer and sang games, but she had not yet rested.

In fact, she was already sleepy, but tonight, Lin Su went out to follow Yang Hao under the order of her queen and had not come back yet. She was worried, so she was waiting for news from him while playing games to refresh herself.

There was an email from the official in the game backstage, and she has invited her, the number one female slaughtering emperor in the international server, to participate in the professional competition more than once, but she refused them all.

Playing games is for entertainment, so why do you have to link an entertainment with fame and fortune? Is she less than that money?

bite--

A message was sent, and Xie Jinhuan was launched.

【rose: Do you play together?】

【lucifer: OK, please pull me.】

Xie Jinhuan and her started the microphone and connected to the voice, and the man's clear and beautiful voice rippled in the study.

"Good evening, Miss Lucifer."

"Good evening, Mr. Stewed." Tang Qiaoer joked, "Are you fish-scented or spicy?"

"It seems that you have strong resistance to stress, and the adawang incident has no big impact on you." Xie Jinhuan smiled gently.

"That's because I've practiced the Nine Yang Divine Arts."

"What's the meaning?"

"He lets him be strong, the breeze blows through the hills. He lets him be strong, the bright moon shines on the river. He is cruel and he is evil, and I am full of my true energy."

Xie Jinhuan couldn't help laughing out loud, paused, and asked again, "Can I help you with the adawang matter?"

"No need, this is a battle between me and Shen. Although it is not a big deal, it is still inconvenient to involve Xie's people. Thank you for your kindness." Tang Qiaoer declined.

"I don't mean Xie, I just want to help you in my personal name." Xie Jinhuan's voice was soft and he was filled with concern.
To be continued...