Chapter 88

Looking at the deep seriousness between qiao'an's eyebrows and eyes, Huo Chengzhou's impatience became more and more prosperous. He held the wheelchair armrest with his hand and stressed: "I said I can't leave."

Joanne said, "if anything comes out of you in the future... I won't forgive you."

Especially this marriage was imposed on her by Qiao Xue and Zhou Yun. She can't let them see jokes.

This is her last dignity.

"In your heart, I have no bottom line and principle, right?" Huo Chengzhou's tone added displeasure, and a cold and impetuous accumulation on an angular handsome face: "at least I am also an adult man with moral standards."

Joan's eyes looked at Huo Chengzhou's direction calmly, and her red lips closed one by one: "at present, all my understanding of you is based on what you do and what you say."

Huo Chengzhou twists his fingers: "Joan, I apologize for today. I won't do it in the future."

Joanne was stunned. She really didn't want a so-called apology, okay?

"It doesn't matter." She sighed slightly.

……

After losing bit by bit, qiao'an followed Huo Chengzhou back to zhuxuan. Aunt Fang just came back. I heard that qiao'an was ill and cooked ginger soup for her.

Huo Chengzhou was reading today's newspaper in the living room when Aunt Fang called him, "Sir, I cooked ginger soup for my wife. You can send it up and watch her drink."

"You go." Huo Chengzhou didn't move.

Aunt Fang put the ginger soup on the tea table in front of him: "anyway, I've cooked the ginger soup well. It works best when it's hot. I'm tired after a busy day today. I'll go to rest first. Good night, sir."

Huo Chengzhou: "

He tried not to look at the ginger soup at the corner of the table and continued to read the newspaper at hand. A minute later, he threw the newspaper on the tea table, picked up the ginger soup in the end, and the wheelchair turned to the direction of the elevator.

I blame him today. It's reasonable to send ginger soup.

When he knocked on the door, Joan had just come out of the bathroom. When he heard the movement at the door, he looked Alert: "what's the matter?"

"Aunt Fang made you ginger soup." Huo Chengzhou said in a deep voice, "let you drink while it's hot."

Joanne in the room was silent for a few seconds. "OK, wait a minute."

Soon the bedroom door was opened, and Joanne was wrapped in a white sportswear. The zipper of her coat was pulled to the top, covering her slender neck.

She stretched out her hand to Huo Chengzhou: "give it to me, thank you."

What I could see was her small face without powder and her long hair scattered on her shoulders dripping with water.

Twisting his eyebrows, Huo Chengzhou said in a deep voice, "didn't you catch a cold? Why did you take a bath?"

"Hot bath." With ginger soup in one hand and the door frame in the other hand, Joanne had a posture of closing the door: "Mr. Huo, let's have a rest early... Oh, no, let's go to play games early."

Huo Chengzhou choked again. Seeing that Joan was about to close the door, he raised his hand and stuck it in the crack of the door.

With the sound of pouring cold air, Joan subconsciously released her hand: "you..."

Huo Chengzhou's hand trembled with pain. He gritted his teeth and looked at Joan: "aunt Fang asked me to watch you drink before you can go."

Joanne: "... Did you squeeze your hand just now?"

"What do you say!" Huo Chengzhou hissed, "you have a lot of strength."

Joanne pursed her lips: "as far as what you have done before, I must always be on guard against you..."

"What did I do?" Huo Chengzhou sent out soul torture.

Joanne opened her mouth, a little disgusted and vigilant: "what have you done? You don't know in your heart?"

Huo Chengzhou's heart clicked. Did she know it was him that night?

It can't be true.

It's just a simple taste of peony. She doesn't think it's him so sensitive.