Chapter 4： dry firewood

Seemingly aware of Xia Wan's gaze, Huo Yu glanced at him sideways, and said in a low voice: "Concentrate on the phone."

"Oh." Intimidated by the power of the villain, Xia Wan responded obediently, and even sat upright.

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"Well," Xia Wan innocently complained, "We are very busy, so your call is coming."

What can I do? You can even think about it with your toes.

In the middle of the night, alone and widowed, reunited after a long absence.

Xia Wan is blaming him for ruining his good thing?

No wonder Huo Lin was so angry on the phone today, scolding him like a grandson?

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With a snap, the phone disconnected, and with the last few short blind tones in the receiver, the carriage returned to silence.

Xia Wan smiled, rubbed the faintly hot body with her fingertips, and then fell into contemplation.

In the book, although the original owner made very few appearances, he was extremely unpleasant every time.

The engagement banquet of the protagonist's attack, the entanglement of the protagonist's attack, and even the madness at the end... all make him feel like he can't get rid of it when he sticks to it like a candy bar.

But with the arrival of Xia Yang's phone call and the chaotic memory slowly becoming clear, Xia Wan gradually realized that the reason why the original owner entangled Huo Lin might not be because of how much he liked each other.

After all, when the other party got engaged, they only knew each other for more than a month, and nothing happened in time, far from making him so obsessed with each other.

If it is not his own will, then there is only one possibility, that is, all the abnormal behavior of the original owner is caused by the persecution of the Xia family behind him.

After all, Xia Wan and Xia Chengzhang's father and son are helpless in Beijing and have always been helped by Xia Yang and his father Xia Chenglin.

Without their support, they may even have problems living in the city.

It was only after grasping the weakness of the original owner that they completely controlled him.

If Huo Yu held his wrist at the engagement banquet and forced Huo Lin to call him "sister-in-law", Xia Wan had a sense of crisis that "there are wolves before and tigers later".

Then, as more and more memory details are revealed, Xia Wan also further realizes that, in fact, since moving to Beijing, the original owner has fallen into a situation where there are wolves before and tigers later. in predicament.

Since you cannot escape the fate of facing tigers and wolves, it is better for you to choose who you will eventually face.

Xia Wan's eyes turned, and his eyes were fixed on Huo Yu who was driving.

Because the windbreaker was given to him, Huo Yu only had a thin black shirt left. With the slight movement of the hand on the steering wheel, the silk fabric docilely outlined his smooth shoulders Neck and arm lines.

Almost immediately, the summer evening made a choice.

First of all, he and Xia Chengzhang must leave the Xia family, and can no longer continue to be held in their hands as bargaining chips and lead an involuntary life.

Secondly, he has offended Huo Lin and Qiu Qi.

It's not just about today, even if he didn't go to the engagement banquet today, Qiu Qi would still treat him as a thorn in his side.

The original owner of the original book finally became crazy, and no one knows whether there is his handwriting behind it.

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In this case, it is very necessary to have a strong backing that can be evenly matched with the opponent.

So, looking at the side, who can compare to Huo Yu, who was able to push the protagonist's attack to the point of nowhere in the original book despite the huge disparity in strength?

Moreover, compared with those who use or target him for their own benefit, Huo Yu and he not only have no conflict of interest, but also have a common enemy.

Take a step back, it doesn't matter if he doesn't look down on his status, after all, he has other chips in his hand.

For example, part of the plot line in the book, part of the clues between the lines...

If used properly, it may completely change the direction of the whole story.

After everything settles down, he will find a chance to get out of this melee that has nothing to do with him.

As for who they bite, he doesn't care, and doesn't want to care.

The only problem now is the life of him and Xia Chengzhang after leaving the Xia family.

But the car must have a way to the front of the mountain, Xia Wan thought quickly in her mind, and finally made the worst plan: he has hands and feet, and the big deal is to work a few more jobs to support Own.

Perfect!

There is a ray of dawn on the road ahead, Xia Wan felt relieved, and couldn't help but praise herself.

"What do you keep looking at me for?" Seemingly aware of his gaze, Huo Yu asked without looking sideways.

"It's nothing," Xia Wan calmly looked away from his face, "I was on the phone with my brother just now, and I had to call you by your first name, please don't mind."

"Isn't the name used to call it?" Huo Yu didn't care much, and turned the car into an old-fashioned villa area.

This place is very familiar to Xia Wan, not too far from his real home, and it is also the only way for him to go to the hospital, but he has never come down to take a look.

He looked out curiously until the car pulled into Huo Yu's garage.

Huo Yu lives in a three-storey villa, located in the center of the community by the lake.

Before entering the door, Xia Wan thought it would be full of dust, after all, Huo Yu had not returned to China for a long time.

But the fact is, the house is not only bright and clean, but also has a faint and warm smell of food, as if no one has ever left.

Xia Wan pursed her lips and quietly raised his hand to cover his stomach. He ignored the slightly hot cheeks and asked softly and curiously, "Is there a snail girl in your family?"

If someone else said this, Huo Yu would just take it as an ordinary joke.

But the way Xia Wan said this, there was a natural innocence in the joke, as if he really believed in fairy tales.

Huo Yu glanced at him lightly, and the corners of his mouth curled up again.

Over the years, he seldom laughed, even if he did occasionally, it was mostly because he had to.

But in the short one or two hours he saw Xia Wan today, he couldn't remember how many times he laughed.

I can't tell why, Xia Wan has a very contradictory temperament.

What's strange is that Huo Yu felt that these two temperaments blended naturally in him, as if he was born like this, bright and transparent, not the one sent by Shen Yan before. His videos are so submissive, depressing and gloomy.

“No,” he said.

"Oh." Xia Wan responded, and immediately noticed the funnyness of these two sentences, and laughed unconsciously.

Entering someone else's territory, Xia Wan obviously became more cautious, he followed Huo Yu step by step, not daring to take a step.

"Bath or eat?" Huo Yu stopped abruptly, Xia Wan bumped into his back without paying attention, and the back was like a steel plate, hitting the tip of his nose painfully.

Xia Wan made her eyes red from pain, but she was still worried that this was a multiple-choice question, so she looked up carefully: "Can I take a shower before eating?"

"Yes." Huo Yu looked down at him, and paused for a moment before answering.

Xia Wan immediately clenched her fists, and her eyes curved up unabashedly.

The bathroom is large, with a dry and wet separation layout, with a huge full-length mirror standing at the door.

From the time she passed through until now, Xia Wan has been eager to deal with various emergencies, and has not had the opportunity or time to wonder what she looks like now.

Until now, standing in front of the huge full-length mirror, his whole person froze.

Just like him in real life.

Only skin color, due to long-term illness, his skin has always been unhealthy pale, and even his lips are very pale.

The skin of the young man in the mirror is a healthy milky white, healthy white, warm and well-proportioned, and the eyes are a little amber luster under the light, revealing a layer of fluffy warmth Come on, lips are more pink and natural...

Although she is 20 years old, her eyes are full of youthful youthfulness, making her lovable.

Xia Wan was silent for a moment, then remembered something, raised his hand and rolled up the sleeve of his left wrist.

As in reality, he also has a tiny mole on his left wrist bone, light brown, like a butterfly with wings.

Xia Wan's heart began to beat wildly.

If it weren't for all this being too real, if it weren't for being in a completely unfamiliar environment at the moment...

He almost suspected that what he had just experienced was just an absurd dream.

It would be nice if it was a dream, Xia Wan thought.

He yawned lazily, just about to have the bathrobe handed over, and remembering his current situation, he had to sit up from the comfortable bathtub and get it by himself.

The bathrobe is very large, and it is close to the ankle when worn on the body. Xia Wan tied the belt around the waist and walked out slowly.

The difference was that at that time there was sharpness in the embarrassment, but now it is warm and soft.

"I didn't find a hair dryer." Xia Wan raised her face, her eyelashes became thicker and darker due to the moisture, revealing an innocent look.

Huo Yu glanced at him lightly, turned around and entered the bathroom without saying a word.

A back and forth in general.

Huo Yu froze for a moment, then bent down and pulled out the air duct on the lower level of the cabinet where the bathrobes and towels were placed.

When she came out again, Xia Wan had put on the shirt and pajama pants he had prepared, and was sitting cross-legged on the sofa obediently waiting.

"You changed in the hall?" Huo Yu's fingers holding the hair dryer couldn't help but tighten.

"Yeah." Xia Wan nodded obediently, the water droplets hit the tip of her nose, and the white ones almost reflected light, "Didn't you just go into the bathroom, I'll change it here."

Huo Yu pursed his lips and handed over the hair dryer in silence.

Xia Wan took the hair dryer but didn't move.

His lower back hurts a little, he was pushed out by Qiu Qi and hit the corner of the table in the imperial capital.

Originally, the nerves were tense and I didn't feel that it was, but now I don't know whether it was because of relaxation or stimulation by hot water, and the place where I hit it hurts.

He himself once looked in the mirror in the bathroom, but for no reason of the angle, he could only vaguely see a bluish purple.

"Do you have medicinal wine at home?" Xia Wan sat upright while holding the blower, revealing a thin white ankle, her feet were as white as snow, and the pink toes were unknown because of the cold Is there any other reason to curl up slightly.

"What do you want medicinal wine for?" Huo Yu looked away and asked in a low voice.

"I hurt my waist," Xia Wan whispered, even her voice seemed to be soaked with moisture, very soft, with a little grievance and pity, "It hurts."

As he spoke, he turned around naturally and raised his hand to lift the hem of his back waist.

Before, my family never dared to hurt Xia Wan.

Because of his poor blood coagulation mechanism, it is a big deal for the Xia family to occasionally touch or get hurt.

Almost everyone in the family, including the aunt, is a qualified nursing staff and will help him deal with it as soon as possible.

So he instinctively asked Huo Yu for help.

"No." Before his hand touched the hem, he heard Huo Yu's voice behind him, cold and hard.

Summer evening, she suddenly woke up.

This man is the villain, how could he forget?

Xia Wan suffered setbacks, he remained motionless like a monk chanting scriptures, and concentrated on trying to get this crucial information deeply into his mind.

you buy it."

The information has not been entered successfully, and the summer evening has fallen short.

He raised his face to look at Huo Yu, and after a while asked cautiously, "Then can you knead? You can knead for me."

The author has something to say:

I was worried that everyone didn't read it carefully, so I specifically said that Wanwan's personality is actually very contradictory:

Sometimes it's not that clear.