In recent years, Huo Beichen's favorite type has been very fixed, that is, Tang Mo'er. If there is any exception, it is Li Tingyu.

Li Tingyu is the daughter-in-law of a rich family selected by Mr. Huo. As far as Li Tingyu is concerned, not only her appearance, her temperament and her cultivation are different from Tang Mo'er, which is probably the case. Therefore, Li Tingyu is not favored and has been ignored by Huo Beichen for many years.

Some of the rumors from the outside world are true. Huo Beichen and she separated very early. I can't remember when. In short, they have existed for more than ten years. Li Tingyu is the rumor from the outside world. She has been living and widowed for many years.

Of course, Li Tingyu has long been used to it, which can be said to be desirable. She has also found her best state in such a life.

But now Huo Beichen should spoil her, which is really surprising.

Listening to Li Tingyu's words, Huo Beichen narrowed his narrow eyes and faintly felt a sense of cold duck. Soon he hooked his thin lips and said with a smile, "if you often eat a dish, you will be tired. It's inevitable to want to change your taste. Mrs. Huo, don't be amorous. Who will like you?"

Li Tingyu picked Liu Yemei, put his hands around Huo Beichen's neck, and his red lips approached him, "If you say so, I really don't think sister Mo'er's eyes for choosing men have anything to say. Sister Mo'er has been so happy these years. If she chose you at the beginning, it's likely to cheat when you're tired of a dish. I always thought Huo was always a man with deep love. Now it seems that Huo always can't escape a law. What she can't get is always in turmoil. You love only yourself."

As soon as the voice fell, Huo Beichen's tall and heroic body suddenly pressed in, with a cold air field. He stared at her and spilled a few cold words from his throat, "Mrs. Huo, you talk too much today. It seems that this is my fault. You still have the strength to fight with me here!"

With that, Huo Beichen directly picked up Li Tingyu.

In the shower room, Huo Beichen raised her hand, and the cold liquid poured down from her head. Li Tingyu shivered coldly. She instinctively stepped back, stuck to the wall and looked at Huo Beichen on guard.

The water splashed on Huo Beichen's handsome cheeks, shirt and trousers. He became more and more young and charming. His hand wearing a wristwatch came to the button of her cheongsam and began to tear it away.

"Huo Beichen, don't touch me first." Li Tingyu's hands and feet are cold. She knows that if Huo beichenqiang comes, she doesn't even have a chance to refuse.

She tried to distract him just now, but it was obvious that he was not fooled at all.

Huo Beichen pressed her shoulder and didn't allow her to move around. He was strong and overbearing. "Mrs. Huo, just welcome a woman if she wants to refuse appropriately. If you play too much, it will be annoying."

"Huo Beichen, how many women have you had?" Li Tingyu suddenly asked.

Huo Beichen's expression remained unchanged. "What do you mean? Li Tingyu, when I call you Mrs. Huo, you really think you're Mrs. Huo?"

"No, I'm afraid you can't remember how many women you've had. Sorry, I can't accept it because I'm afraid I'll get sick."

Huo Beichen's whole handsome face "brushed" once, and it was all cold. The tip of his tongue pressed against his right cheek. He cursed low, "then I want the ice-clean Miss Li to sink with me now!"

Huo Beichen bent over and blocked her red lips.

Li Tingyu pushed him out with his hands against his fine chest and bit off the corners of his lips.

The fishy and sweet blood spread in her mouth. Huo Beichen narrowed her narrow eyes and looked at the woman in her arms. The pampered daughter naturally had no bones. She came with some poor stubbornness in her elegance and gentleness. The girl who didn't touch the Yang spring water these years really caught the eye when she was pushed by people, which made those bosses pregnant with ghosts.

"Mrs. Huo, don't resist, so that you can suffer less, huh?" Huo Beichen threatened in a low voice.

"Huo Beichen, in this rich marriage, our Li family did borrow your power, but I also buried all my time and youth, so I don't owe you anything. Now I want to divorce you. Don't touch me, or I'll sue you!"

Huo Beichen pressed Li Tingyu on the wall and looked at her tight eyebrows because of pain. Huo Beichen drew a cruel and amorous arc, "so eager to expose our husband and wife's life to others. It seems that you want to get rid of the living widow's name of empty house for a long time. Yes, I can complete you and sue me."

Looking at his fearless appearance, Li Tingyu was cold and angry in her bones, and she was a little afraid. She knew the man's means. In terms of his gentlemanly demeanor towards women, Huo Beichen was definitely the worst of the three brothers.

"Huo Beichen, you are shameless!" Li Tingyu stretched out his foot and kicked him.

Huo asked, looking down at her prey for many years, whether he had touched her face gracefully or not

Li Tingyu's earlobe suddenly burned. The ghost knew what he was talking about. She struggled harder.

Huo Beichen was very interested. He even remembered how shy his famous Mrs. Huo was because of her education.

At this time, a string of melodious mobile phone ringtones suddenly rang and called.

Huo Beichen's cell phone rang.

Just now he took the mobile phone in his trouser pocket and put it on the washstand, so Li Tingyu easily saw the name jumping on the mobile phone screen. It was Tang Mo'er.

Tang Mo'er called.

Li Tingyu's eyes lit up, as if he saw a life-saving straw, "Huo Beichen, you're on the phone, sister Mo'er's phone!"

Hearing Tang Mo'er's name, Huo Beichen's eyes quickly fell on the mobile phone. His action stopped and reached for the mobile phone.

Taking this opportunity, Li Tingyu wants to get rid of him.

But Huo Beichen didn't let go. With one hand, he held her forcibly in his arms. With the other hand, he picked up his mobile phone and stuck it to his ear. He connected the phone, "hello."

Tang Mo'er's voice quickly passed over, "Beichen, are you working now? Did I disturb you?"

Huo Beichen's narrow eyes flashed a warm softness, "No."

"Well, it's Tingyu's birthday in a few days. You husband should know that Shiyu and I have chosen a gift. Later, you can help us see which one Tingyu prefers. We want to refer to your opinion." Tang Mo'er said.

Huo Beichen didn't know when Li Tingyu's birthday was. At this time, his palm hurt, and Li Tingyu in his arms bit on his hand.

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