The wife of a powerful family: Huo Shao, how dare you flirt with me

"Are you tired?"

"A bit."

Huo Nanchen watched as she collapsed on the sofa, sitting on the side, pinching her leg on him. Gu Ruochu felt that his hands were just right, just like he practiced.

"Don't pinch, you rest."

Gu Ruochu walked around and scratched his neck. "After you finish your meal, you sleep again. The doctor said that you should lie more at home or you can't stand it."

"Distress me?"

"What do you say?"

He didn't answer, but was covered with shadows and kissed again, and his low smile almost drowned: "I said you just feel bad for me."

Suddenly, there was a loud quarrel, Gu Ruochu was shocked and quickly put his legs down and stared upstairs.

"Xiaoru, why don't you justify me?" Huo Zhenggang was gloomy.

"What's wrong with me? Huo Zhenggang, don't forget that it's not Qi Ru alone." Qi Ru sneered down the stairs and saw that Gu Ruochu and Huo Nanchen changed immediately.

"Nanchen, are you back?"

"What are you arguing with dad?"

The quarrel was so loud just now that it was impossible for Huo Nanchen and Gu Ruochu to see it.

Qi Ru still had anger on her face, or Zhang Ma said a little helplessly on the side: "Just now Mrs. President sent an invitation and invited her and his wife to Jiulongshanzhuang to participate in tomorrow's dinner because of this noise.

In fact, she didn't know that the president invited Mrs. and Mrs. Wong to visit the villa in Kowloon Hill.

"..."

"Mum, don't you plan to go?"

When talking about Qi Ru, it sounded like a bomb, with a severe voice: "I won't go to any presidential banquet. I'm going to let Huo Zhenggang go by myself, and I'll see how you explain to your mother then!"

When I saw the invitation of Jiulong Villa this afternoon, Qi Ru was in a very complicated mood. After so many years, what kind of fake gestures were in front of them!

"Of course I can't go." Huo Zhenggang was so patient that he didn't want to quarrel with her.

Gu Ruochu glanced at Zhang Ma's invitation, and was puzzled: "Mom seems to hate the president, is there any misunderstanding before?"

Huo Nanchen shook her head and held her hand: "It's not that I hate the president, things are complicated to say. Since the president gave the invitation this time, we still want to give the president a little face."

"You mean, I'm going with you?"

Huo Nanchen said with a hum: "After breakfast, go to bed early, and there is still much to do tomorrow."

Gu Ruochu didn't like this kind of entertainment so much, and it was really annoying to deal with some inexplicable women every banquet.

"If at first, let's go honeymoon and get married after this thing is over."

Gu Ruochu froze, looking back at his beautiful profile lines, not sure what to say.

I have experienced many things before, but now I still have a sense of complexity that cannot be said.

"Do you still mind?"

"Not mind, it's just that too much happened before."

He reached out and stroked her head, and said slowly, "Although we missed many times, Ruochu, I'm sorry."

"Nothing sorry." Gu Ruochu looked at him, those black and white eyes staring at him, "If I want to, I will tolerate you a lot, but once I do not want to, I may be ruthless."

What she said was not only for him, but also for herself.

"Okay." He saw her eyes softer, and at the same time he made a secret decision.

The second night was a presidential banquet. A special car came over to pick up and drop off at Kowloon Hills.