Secretary Shen's frustration in the car made Hosran's silence more clearly.

His long fingers supported his head, and his deep eyes slowly opened.

"Chief, do you think so too?" Secretary Shen sneered, "This person named Xu is simply destroying the bridge! Why did he hide so well when he was following you? Now that he is in power, he starts to die in a cunning rabbit and cook without dogs?"

I was so angry that I even used adjectives without any restraint.

The driver even heard something was wrong and glared at him in the rearview mirror. How dare he describe the leader in this way?

But Huo Siran's mind was obviously not on this. His eyes swept across Kyoto in early spring indifferently, and slowly landed on the Xizang ethnic decoration prefixed by the car. His eyes became much darker: "Go to the pharmacy."

pharmacy?

Secretary Shen was shocked.

"Chief, what's wrong with you? Are you angry with the surname Xu, or is it a hidden disease that fell in Suzhou?"

"Secretary Shen," the driver couldn't stand it anymore, smiled honestly, reminding him: "You have to go to the pharmacy if you buy a skin care product. Look, the leader is very good, and he doesn't look sick?"

The heart that Secretary Shen was holding fell slightly: "Oh... it's right..."

"Chief, what are you going to buy?"

This light and shallow question was nothing, but suddenly a car passed by their Land Rover and rushed away with a little anger. The distance was only a few centimeters away, and their car windows were not closed, so the conversations, especially the word "chief", fell into the other party's ears clearly.

The moment he passed by, Xu Furan was sitting in the car next to him with a layer of cold frost on his face.

——He heard it.

Hosran raised his eyes lightly and swept the car passing by, following his eyes all the way, pursing his thin lips lightly, without saying a word.

Secretary Shen was still asking, but he didn't notice that Xu Furan's car had just passed.

Hosran didn't have the energy to explain, but just waited for the car to drive to the nearest pharmacy to stop. He got on the car door and got out silently, saying, "No need to get out. You guys are waiting in the car."

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"What do you want to do, sir?" The pharmacy salesman saw the man parked a Land Rover on the side of the road, straight and covered with a brilliant golden light. His eyebrows and eyes were as handsome as stars. His heart beat several times faster, his smile floated, and his little face burned with a burning burn.

Hosran was just silent.

After a long time, a few words were uttered, the pharmacy salesman smiled and his movements were slower a few beats.

He took out the thing reluctantly and put it into his hand with a little disappointment. Seeing him playing with it gently, holding it in his palm as if he was holding something important, he thanked her and paid for it and walked out.

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Go home.

Secretary Shen's words were so annoyed that Huo Siran could not dissipate in his ears.

Of course he knew that Xu Furan's thoughts were too extreme recently, and he naturally felt that he was not stupid, but obviously what he cared about the most at the moment was not this matter.

Some things, such as the ups and downs of a man's career, are temporary ups and downs in the whole long life, and nothing great.

But there are other things - for example, every time he drove into a villa, parked, and pushed open the door through the paved stone road in the yard; for example, every time he met and parted with her for a short time, he felt that even the smallest changes would affect his entire life. Those men who became stupid in marriage probably did not see this, and did not clearly know how stupid it was to sacrifice their family lover for temporary joy or glory.

I opened the door with great thoughts, but I didn't expect that there was a burst of screams inside.

"Gu Yijing, Gu Yijing, come here, come here, do you hear me?" A little girl with a ponytail turned red with anger. She held up her pillow and chased the boy who ran faster than a rabbit. She was only seven years old and was almost the same tall as her, and she couldn't subdue him even more and more when fighting.

"I can't go over," Gu Yijing slid down the table and smiled very much from a long table distance. "I just used your colored pen. I'm so stingy, don't be my sister."

"Don't run if you have sex!" The little girl threw the pillow over and chased forward in anger, "Who told you to use it!"

"Lalala..." Gu Yijing grimaced at her.

"It's so disgusting, stop me!"

Gu Yijing hid very flexibly. After running for a while, he lowered his body and crawled under the long table, rushed up and hugged Huo Siran's thighs, and turned around and shouted, "You draw the portrait of the little brother next door, but it doesn't look like it at all. I've added a few strokes to you to look at it. If you don't believe it, let's ask the little brother, which one is better?"

"You..." The little girl bit her lip, her face flushed, and she wanted to rush over to teach him a lesson. Her eyes looked at Hosran but were full of hesitation and awe. She clenched her little hands tightly to fulfill her. She was unwilling to give up, too unwilling to give up!!

"Hehehe..." Gu Yijing showed a winning smile on his face, and raised his head and shouted, "Dad!"

"Well..." Huo Siran's mind was a little confused by the lively atmosphere. He subconsciously leaned over and hugged him, patted him on the back, closed the door, looked up at Lu Lu.

"Brother is you angry again?" He asked slowly.

The little girl is very precocious and begins to understand the worldly ways at the age of ten. She usually likes to talk to them in an adult accent.

"He changed my painting without authorization!" Her eyes were filled with flames and she complained word by word.

"Oh? What painting?" The blushing look made Huo Siran unable to help but want to tease her. He asked indifferently, raised his arms and picked up Gu Yijing, placed it on the sofa regularly, and sat down on the other side by himself.

"..." The little girl couldn't speak anymore, she looked anxious and embarrassed, staring at him with resentment.

"I don't care, I want him to compensate me!"

Hosran was in a state of confusion, staring at her pissed face, paused, put his arms down and landed on the wide handle of the sofa, and said, "Come here."

When the little girl saw her father's tone softly, her anger turned into grievance. She ran over and hugged his arms and made a crying expression, pressing against his shoulder.

The child's mouth was soft "dad" and complained in a grievance. Huo Siran stared at the cute look of the child, and suddenly felt a soft trance in his heart. He inexplicably thought of Bai Wangchuan who had already died. This big and small look was so similar that it made people feel heartbroken. He could even think about what a dignified seven-foot man would be soft if Bai Wangchuan was not dead now and looked at the child in his arms complaining to him in aggrieved manner.

After all, one big and one small are connected by blood.

Even that feeling, he had never experienced it in his life.

"Dad, dad, have you heard it?" Lu Lu blinked her tears and shook his arm.

"...I heard it." Hosran said to her slightly hoarsely.

"I will ask him to apologize to you, and the premise is to let him realize his mistake - he should not destroy your beloved things. Regardless of whether it is intentional or not, after all, the ending of his random change is that you make you sad." He promised her word by word, slowly withdrew his arm and got up on the stairs.

Lu Lu looked up at him and nodded anxiously: "Yes. That's it!"

She thought so, and when her father said so, her eyes were red.

Hosran opened his eyes with a little difficulty, got up and unbuttoned the collar and walked upstairs. While walking, he remembered the child he had personally shed in the Kyoto General Hospital that year. He didn't even take a closer look at the film he first shot. After a long time, she lay on the sofa and stretched out a finger and pointed it gently, saying to him:

"It is very likely that I will never have a child in my life, because the surgery hurt me at the beginning, and the highest chance of getting pregnant again was only 15%.

"You have to think clearly."

"Hosran, spending his whole life on something he wants to do is not a torment, but knowing that he can't wait for a lifetime to fail to get a result... is the most tormenting."

Huo Siran walked into the bedroom, and some blood appeared in his eyes, whether he was staying up late or what.

He walked over and opened the drawer of the bedside table, and slowly placed a medicine box slightly smaller than his palm inside.

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Sitting on the toilet, Lin Yitong's heart trembled.

Her little hand gently held the toilet rings on both sides of the left and right, with soft cotton cloth on them, and the delicate colors she chose. She moved in in a hurry when she was newlywed, and some small details were not enough to design, so Hosran gave her full permission. At that time, he had only one suggestion - to be comfortable, convenient, and suitable for living for a long time.

It was not until her little hands were red marks that she tried to breathe slowly, gathered her hair, and got up to flush the toilet.

——I haven't come this week.

Yuexin was already two weeks late. She was so busy that she had no time to count, but her body felt a little uncomfortable recently. She was getting tired longer and heavier. Occasionally, when she was bedding and didn't want to go to work, Hoss was even indulging in. Sometimes she fell asleep and half an morning or afternoon passed.

The next week she forced herself to work hard, but fortunately, the surgery has been inexplicably less recently.

Either cancel or postpone, in short, it's very idle.

When he opened the door, the lights in the study were still on, and the door was half-closed. Huo Siran's low voice was half-exuded from the inside. It was late at night that it was still dealing with things. It seemed that something was wrong with the base station signal tower. He frowned, took a military jacket, and wanted to go out.

There was still stew corn and rib soup in the kitchen, but he had not solved the fourth meal yet.

Sure enough, Huo Siran, who took her coat and walked out of the study, slowed down his pace when he saw her.

"Do you want to go out?" Lin Yitong opened her mouth and decided it would be better to ask questions first.

Hosran stared at her deeply, changed her coat to her arms, and asked softly in a low voice: "What's wrong?"

"...Nothing..." She suddenly laughed a little uncomfortable, and didn't know where to put her hands. She subconsciously stroked her lower abdomen, then suddenly leaned up, covering her stomach, "I just wanted to make a lot of soup, and I'm the only one who drinks it, I'm afraid I'll have to drink it until I'm over..."

Her unnatural, like a sharp knife, was cut into the softest flesh in his heart little by little. That feeling of uneasiness was a fatal pain in his life.

"I may come back later at night, at two or three, and I promise to be there in the early morning." He walked over and was taller than her head, leaning down to her forehead covered with soft hair, breathing in harmony, "Don't drink too much soup at night, boil it on low heat for a long time until the morning. If your stomach hurts..."

With her eyes spreading along the collar of her loose pajamas to the place she was covering her, Hosran said in a low voice: "You can take some stomach medicine before sleeping...it's in the drawer of the bedside table."

That's where the medicine is always available, they all know.

She didn't understand the specific meaning and just nodded. His sexy collar was right in front of her. She couldn't help but reach out to her little hand to wrap around his strong waist, and hugged her whole body with a moan.

This man...

I used to think that everything I did was thrilling. He was the kind of man who was domineering and overturning Yunyu; but the more he got married, the more he knew that he was not a man who could only hold a wedding as a grand wedding banquet as a stunning wedding. He could treat you well for ten years in a long marriage, as delicate as a needle, and it was a kind of trembling and exciting thing that made people think about it.

A fire ignited in her eyes and her soft body entered her arms. The fire she gave was always just a little.

Hosran suppressed his love and desire, bowed his head, found her lips and gave her a lingering kiss, and then left.

...

After the numbness on his lips and tongue dissipated and the flush on his face faded a little, Lin Yitong walked towards the bedroom.

Stomach medicine...

Although she doesn't eat it often, it's probably because of inertia. She wants to take it out and take a look...
To be continued...