The Young Master’s Bride

Huo Qingge finished drinking the water and handed the water glass to Li Beichen.

"Your brother is well-measured, besides, this is also impossible!"

In their hearts, the little demon is a child who will never grow up.

Although the little demon jokingly said before, they will call her sister-in-law in the future, but how could this happen.

"My mother's business, I don't care anymore, don't worry about me anymore!"

Relieved, this mother called more naturally.

"I'll talk about this when you leave the hospital. Let's lie down for a while! I'll call Ayan and he will look after the baby at home!"

Because Huo Qingge remained awake, she didn't let Mu Mu and Tangtang know about her hospitalization.

Li Beichen wanted to take care of Huo Qingge, and he also missed the child in his heart.

"Well, I will sleep again, and the flame is outside! Help me and thank him, the porridge is delicious."

Where Li Beichen was, the flame must be there, and the porridge was delicious. Although I didn't take a few sips, it tasted good.

"I just don't have time, if I make it, it will taste better than his!"

When Li Beichen picked up the phone, he looked at Huo Qingge and said seriously.

"That... I'm asleep!"

Lie down with a smile, Huo Qingge feels helpless for Li Beichen's seriousness.

Inside the off-road vehicle

"Sit down!"

Huo Zhongrao rubbed his temples and looked at the little demon lying crookedly on the seat with his feet on it. He had a headache.

"How many times have I told you to wear socks, you never listen!"

Looking at the white ankles above the white sneakers, Huo Zhongrao became angry. The little demon didn't want to wear socks. He also liked to step on the floor barefoot at home.

"You didn't wear long trousers. What kind of weather is it? You only wear a pair of jeans and show your knees. Don't tell me when your legs hurt!"

At first glance at his exposed knees, white tender skin, and not wearing long trousers, what are you playing in such a cold day?

"Huo Zhongrao, would you like to check whether I am wearing a corset?"

The little demon tilted his head slightly, looking at Huo Zhongrao who was driving, his indifferent voice was somewhat provocative.

The man's arms holding the steering wheel are firm and powerful, his jaw is tight, and the lines are firm and cold.

The wild masculinity is evident everywhere.

The little demon squinted his eyes slightly, seeing the blurry and illusion, full of infatuation.

"Lu Xiaoyao, sit down for me!"

Huo Zhongrao's hands holding the steering wheel, the joints were white, enough to show that he was trying to restrain something.

"I just like to see you look angry and mad!"

Not only did the little demon not sit well, but his body became softer, and his head was already resting on Huo Zhongrao's shoulder.

The car suddenly stopped on the side of the road, Huo Zhongrao's chest heaving violently.

He stretched out his hand and pushed the little demon's body over.

Without even looking at her, he glanced out the window, he was calming his heart.

He felt that he must be crazy for the chaotic heart that was picked up by the little demon, why he couldn't control his desire more and more.

When the little demon approached him, he even wanted to pull her body, so he kissed her, even doing more intimate things.

Just when Huo Zhongrao was about to calm his mood, a pair of white tender feet stretched out and placed them on his legs.

"Cold feet, warm and warm!"

When the little demon was speaking, her white and tender feet scratched intentionally or unintentionally.

This kind of action was unintentionally, Huo Zhongrao dropped a blockbuster in his heart.

Looking at the lazy and confused eyes of the little demon, Huo Zhongrao's hands couldn't help covering those white and tender feet because she said it was cold...