Boss-gege Excessive Spoiling

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Huo Xuanzang, the home of the Huo family, who lives in the dark corner of the dark road.

I knew for the first time that I had my own life.

Only worth three hundred.

He didn't come up in one breath, and he was black and lost consciousness.

......

When faintly consciously returned, Huo Xuanzhen heard a brisk sing, he seemed to lie there, and there was a smell of meat soaked in cheap spices.

Is he still alive?

Is he not dead?

"Fire, you go play, I will finish this set of questions first." The girl's voice rang from a distance. "The meat is placed on the table. If you are hungry, go eat first. Oh, there are only two." Hundreds of dollars, we have to save flowers..."

There is a small bird screaming.

"Oh! Oh!"

The girl is still unhappy complaining: "Fire, we are really losing money tonight! I have been working hard to buy gauze alcohol to help with the wounds. As a result, some people look like human figures, in the back, in the pocket No dime!"

"Oh!"

"Oh, let me do good things today," she sighed. "You go play, I will continue to do the work."

Huo Xuanzhen tried to blink a few times and his eyes slowly became clear.

This is a very small room, like a girl's boudoir. Although the area is extremely small, the furniture is neatly arranged.

The pale pink curtains covered the windows, and the floral sheets were neatly laid out on the bed - he certainly didn't qualify to sleep on it.

He is lying on the ground.

The touch on the back is soft, it seems to be a rubber mat, the wound on the body is simply treated, wrapped in gauze, next to a bottle of Yunnan Baiyao...

A fat-red walnut-sized little red bird jumped on the table, and the sleek body seemed to roll up in the next moment. It is doubtful how it flew up.

The energy-saving lamps on the ceiling did not open. Only the dilapidated desk lamp on the desk was lit, and the thick books, textbooks, and workbooks were placed next to them. The little girl changed her furry pajamas, and it became more petite and cute.

She was at the table and seriously wrote the workbook.

Huo Xuanqi smelled a touch of scent, cold and elegant, but it was as sweet as a flower.

Like the little girl.

- No matter why he is poisoned but not dead, this little girl is his savior.

Huo Xuanzhen did not move, actually looked at the entire room.

Honestly, this room is quite strange.

The house is worn out, it should be a bad family, but some close-fitting clothing, or furniture books, is still a valuable item for ordinary people.

He immediately guessed that the family that should be bankrupt, the ones that could be sold were sold for repayment, and some that were not good enough to stay.

On the table was a thick book, a pink letter paper resting on the top, he glanced at it, what "Qing Qingyang, my love, A'an stay...", is still an antique love letter .

Hey, little girl, still love?

He is funny in his heart.

Behind the workbook, there are a few gift boxes wrapped in colored paper, especially as a baby. It is a simple photo frame made of cardboard with a picture.

The girl smiled brightly and happily, holding the boy's arm next to her, and the photo frame was half blocked behind the box. Huo Xuanzhen could not see who the boy was.

Out of respect for the privacy of this savior girl, he did not go to see.

After a long, long time, Huo Xuanxi was extremely hateful. When he became a rare person, he should be a good person. He respected the privacy and did not take the photo frame. He directly looked at who her boyfriend was.

If he saw it early, he would not hesitate to go home and beat someone to fight, and go abroad to exile, and never let the person come back!