At this time, Wenhe had a mood and said this to him. He said to him, "You should take a break first. I will help you to do something to eat."

Huo Wei did not say anything, sat down on the sofa, and closed his eyes.

Wen Wo entered the kitchen, under the guidance of the aunt, made a pot of fragrant casserole porridge.

She went upstairs and put it on the coffee table. Seeing Huo Wei or closing her eyes, she had no plans to eat.

Biting her teeth, she picked up a spoonful of spoons and sent it to his lips, threatening, "Open your mouth, or I will give it to you."

Huo Xiao opened her eyes and glanced at her, her eyes indifferent. "You go back, I am fine."

A good fart!

Wen Wo did not take back his hand, and his face was stubborn. "If you eat, I will leave."

Huo Wei looked at her and pouted, like a child who was eating.

In the end, he lost to Wen He's insisted eyes, a thin lip, and ate a porridge.

Wenhe sighed with relief and quickly sent the second.

In this way, the two people feed and eat, but it is also a tacit understanding, the two bowls of porridge will soon be wiped out.

"Can you go now?"

Hearing this, Wenhe's eyebrows were stained with a layer of anger, and he gave him a look.

"You just don't want to see me? Forget it, I am leaving, who is rare!"

Huo Wei looked at her angry back, her lips twitched with a bitter smile, and slowly fell on the sofa.

He just didn't want her to see his bad looks.

Wenhe mouth said the hard air, I also thought about it again, do not care about this bastard.

But the next day, she still came to her disappointment. She looked at the food in her hand and she was very disappointed with herself.

This time, Huo Wei did not refuse, and ate it silently.

Wenhe packed up and left with interest.

For a few days, it is such a pattern.

until……

Wen He came to Xiaoyanglou this day, but did not find the trail of Huo Wei in the living room and study.

After asking the aunt, she ran to the balcony of the bedroom and saw the man sitting on the railing of the marble. She was carrying a bottle of wine in her hand. She was so angry that she quickly walked over and took the bottle of wine. Going to the ground and falling!

Oh!

The bottle fragments and the wine were scattered all over the place.

Before Wenhe got angry, Huo Wei looked at her.

"I am not drunk."

He only drank half a bottle.

Wenhe glanced at him, watching his eyes clear, slightly letting go of his heart, and learning to look at him.

A night wind blew, and she blew her sneeze and subconsciously hugged her arms.

Suddenly, an arm caught her and drove her into a warm, thick embrace.

Wenhe stunned a bit, but he couldn't help but rely on the past.

"Huo Wei."

"Ok?"

"Are you happy when I come back?" She wants to ask this question for a long time.

"happy."

Wenhe smiled, and looked at him, his eyes sparkling.

"Do you know, I can now feel your mood in the past, a feeling of living in order to see that person alive, even if it is harder and harder."

Hearing, Huo’s eyes were dark and his smile became stubborn.

Lu Zhaoyang’s importance in Huo’s heart is as good as Huo’s for her.

Huo Wei can't be strong, Lu Chaoyang, she is the same.

Huo Wei looked down at her face, clearly capturing the fleeting dimness of her eyes.

There was a trace of pity in his heart, a bow, and a thin lip gently fell on her lips, and did not go deep, only slightly rubbing.