Chapter 977: 937 Oh~? Then I miss you (2)
Qin Huan looked at his stance, feeling her face heat up, "Don’t want to."
"Oh~? Well, I miss you."
Huo Jinnan undid the buttons of his shirt, revealing a portion of his solid chest muscles, standing there as he took off his shirt.
Just watching him made her inexplicably restless!
Qin Huan shifted her gaze, looking to the other side, but she could still hear the rustling sound as he took off his shirt.
Huo Jinnan hung the shirt on one side, climbed onto the bed in his dress pants, leaned behind Qin Huan, his slender, robust fingers falling on her leg, "I miss you."
Qin Huan bit her lip, "I don’t miss you!"
Much later, Qin Huan lazily nestled in the blanket, looking at Huo Jinnan, "Why did you suddenly come back?"
"Came back to see you."
Huo Jinnan’s solid long arm wrapped around Qin Huan, his fingers smoothing her long hair, resting behind the pillow.
Qin Huan comfortably leaned against Huo Jinnan’s embrace, "So that means you still have to leave?"
"..." Huo Jinnan looked at Qin Huan, silent for a while, "Back for a week, I’ll be with you every day."
Qin Huan bit her lip, leaned on his chest, listening to the strong and powerful heartbeat, "Then why did you ask Aunt Rong to bring up the durian shells?"
Huo Jinnan, "Lay them all over the floor, take a photo for you to post on Weibo."
"..."
Qin Huan glanced at Huo Jinnan, suddenly remembering her phone was with Qin Shaonan, "No phone."
Huo Jinnan, "Where’s your phone?"
Qin Huan held his chest, nestling closely in his embrace, "I let my second brother keep it."
"Am I not your man? Your man’s phone is yours too."
He reached for the suit beside him, took out his phone, and handed it to Qin Huan.
Qin Huan took it, snapped a photo, used Mr. Huo’s Weibo to post a picture of durians all over the floor, then set the phone aside.
Huo Jinnan glanced at it, said nothing, the effect was the same.
Qin Huan looked at Huo Jinnan, thinking he would leave in a week, cuddled in his embrace, softly spoke, "No matter when, remember you have a wife and child, okay?"
"..."
Huo Jinnan looked down at Qin Huan, a single sentence containing too much information.
Just as he was about to speak, the phone rang, seeing Xiang Xiran’s number, his gaze turned a few degrees colder, connected, "Looking to die?"
