MTL - After Marrying the Villain, I Became Popular-Chapter 60 Xia Wan imprinted his hot lips on the spot where his scar was.

Xia Wan looked up at him, feeling that his words were both joking and a little serious.

The sun shone from behind him, casting a light shadow on his face, looking softer than usual.

I don't know why, Xia Wan suddenly thought of those rumors from the outside world.

"They said the person in the photo was Pan Xingwen." He whispered, wrestling his wrist from Huo Yu's hand.

"What?" Huo Yu froze for a moment, vaguely puzzled, and felt that the name Pan Xingwen was somewhat familiar.

"The newcomer of Shenzhou." Xia Wan explained.

He held the ball in both hands, and the sweat in his palms dyed the small area on the basketball surface dark brown.

Huo Yu didn't pay much attention to entertainment news, and only vaguely remembered after hearing what Xia Wan said. Recently, Shenzhou is indeed pushing a newcomer named Pan Xingwen.

"What photo?" he asked.

"That's it," Xia Wan said, taking out the phone to unlock it, showing the photo to Huo Yu, "this one."

The photo is actually centered on Huo Lin and the police, Huo Yu holding Xia Wan and occupying the right side of the frame.

Huo Yu looked down for a moment, and suddenly asked in a low voice, "Don't you know who I am holding in my arms?"

Xia Wan pursed her lips and turned off the screen in a panic.

Of course he knew very well that Huo Yu was holding him in his arms.

However, after seeing so many people on the Internet saying that the back is Pan Xingwen, he was still inexplicably uncomfortable.

In particular, Pan Xingwen is a member of Shenzhou.

I don't know what's going on, these small details that he didn't care about before or didn't pay attention to, now seem to be magnified infinitely, constantly poking his nerves .

But they seem to be easy to eliminate, only Huo Yu's words, they all dissipated.

Xia Wan took the basketball into her arms again uncomfortably.

Huo Yu seemed to laugh lightly, but did not make fun of him further because of Xia Wan's stupid words.

After a moment of silence, he changed the subject: "NF has a charity festival in November. I heard Shen Yan say that you are also invited, will you go?"

"Go." Xia Wan's expression finally became more natural, "Our studio has made a lot of money in recent months, and we can just take this opportunity to repay the society."

Xia Wan's studio has been officially established. In addition to his and Fu Ling's two pillars, there are six other members, and there are currently eight people.

Su Tang and Shen Xing did not officially join due to their own reasons, but occasionally came over to help.

"Repaying the society?" Huo Yu smiled and swiped on the basketball held by Xia Wan with his fingertips, "I don't see it, you are quite caring."

"You didn't see much." Xia Wan whispered, suddenly remembered something and asked again, "Aren't you among the invited?"

"Well." Huo Yu responded very lowly, and said, "Can you spare time when you see it? If you can't go, you can help me bring the check."

The end of November is still more than two months away, and Xia Wan is not sure what state he and Huo Yu will be in at that time.

"Why let me take it?" He said, "Let Shen Yan or Pan Xingwen take it."

The NF ceremony also invited many artists from China. Pan Xingwen and Huo Yu have a relationship, and they have been very popular recently. In an interview before, he euphemistically mentioned that he accepted the invitation.

Huo Yu paused for a moment when he heard the words.

But this is not obvious, with dodging anger and grievances, but Huo Yu's heart suddenly heats up.

He was like a hide-and-seek child who, after going through untold hardships, finally found the thing or person he was looking for in a very hidden corner, and joy filled his heart.

The finger pads on the basketball were slightly off, touching the back of Xia Wan's hand.

"Brother, brother," Suddenly, the barbed wire that surrounded the stadium vibrated.

Several half-size children were greeting them from outside with basketballs in their arms.

Huo Yu raised his eyes lightly, bluffing the children, and no one dared to make a sound for a while.

Xia Wan turned around with a smile and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Brother," the one in the lead asked in a low voice, "Do you still use the court?"

"No need." Xia Wan smiled and stood up, "You can use it."

Several children cheered and rushed in from the entrance.

When Xia Wan and Huo Yu walked downstairs with the ball, Zhang Nan sent Zhang Ruicheng over.

Usually Zhang Nan put Zhang Ruicheng down and left directly, but this time when the door opened, Zhang Nan also bent down and got out of the car.

"Xia Wan." He first said hello to Xia Wan, then looked at Huo Yu, "Mr. Huo."

"Hello," Huo Yu smiled, obviously a little surprised, "I always heard that Uncle Zhang has a nephew, but I didn't expect it to be you."

Zhang Nan smiled and said, "I heard about Xia Wan's relationship with you a long time ago."

"Do you know each other?" Xia Wan was a little curious.

"Is there anyone who doesn't know Mr. Huo?" Zhang Nan smiled and looked at Huo Yu.

Huo Yu smiled and tilted his head to explain softly to Xia Wan: "I saw it once before."

And said to Zhang Nan: "Go up and sit together?"

Zhang Nan hesitated for a moment before saying, "Next time, next time Mr. Yoho comes out, let's have a good drink."

And added with a smile, "When the time comes, Mr. Huo will appreciate your face."

Huo Yu nodded, said politely, and went home with Zhang Ruicheng in the evening.

The watermelon that Aunt Zhang picked was sweet and sandy. It had been kept in the refrigerator all morning, and now it was opened and it was sweet and fragrant.

Zhang Ruicheng ate two pieces of watermelon and went downstairs to Xia Chengzhang to watch chess.

Xia Wan then washed hands with Huo Yu and returned to his own bedroom here.

The new home is much bigger than before, and the bedroom in the summer evening is also bigger, with a casual single sofa against the wall.

Because there are some questions to communicate with the selection team, Xia Wan said hello to Huo Yu, then sat down at the desk and turned on the laptop, while Huo Yu sat on the sofa.

When the summer evening was busy, Huo Yu first lowered his head and sent a message to Shen Yan, asking him to clean up all the news about Pan Xingwen and himself.

Shen Yan replied very quickly: "Little sister-in-law has any opinion?"

"No," Huo Yu looked up at Xia Wan, and then replied, "I have an opinion."

Shen Yan sent a "tsk tsk tsk" emoji, but Huo Yu didn't reply.

He opened the mailbox and wrote another email to Wei Qian, asking him to dig deeper into the background of Zhang Nan and Zhang Ruicheng.

When their people contacted Huo's shareholders before, they actually contacted Zhang Nan.

However, Zhang Nan was not their main focus at that time, after all, he only had 3% of the shares, and he also rejected their acquisition request.

But it's different now.

Huo Lin's ten points have been successfully obtained, and the chips on both sides are almost balanced. Zhang Nan's three points may not seem much, but he already has the ability to decide the outcome.

After sending the email to Wei Qian, Huo Yu replied to some emails and messages before leaning his body deep into the sofa.

From this angle, you can see Xia Wan's profile just by looking up.

He takes his work seriously and looks as reliable as he does when he draws jewelry designs.

Although the distance between the sofa and the desk is not too far, Huo Yu still hopes to be closer.

This way, if he stretches out his legs, he can easily touch the feet of summer evening slippers.

Xia Wan's feet are bare, legs stretched straight, against the wall, toes curled up.

He was also busy with his hands, the sound of the keyboard was very clear in the quiet room, occasionally paused for a moment, and then continued to sound.

The sun shines in through the window, making people feel idle and lazy.

Under the warm autumn sunshine, Huo Yu once again felt the sense of security and happiness he felt in his bedroom when he had not moved last summer evening.

The eyelids gradually became heavy, and Huo Yu raised his hand to support his forehead.

"Hey, that's right." Xia Wan seemed to be busy for a while, turned her head to look at Huo Yu, and stopped when she saw Huo Yu's busy posture.

"What's wrong?" It seemed that the sun had caught his eyes, and Huo Yu tilted his head slightly.

"Are you tired?" Xia Wan got up, knowing that Huo Yu had been socializing a lot these days, so he probably didn't get a good night's sleep, so he said, "Go to my bed and sleep for a while."

He bent over to put away the things on the bed, and went to the closet to find a new sheet.

"This is fine." Huo Yu hurriedly smiled and pulled his wrist, "Don't be so troublesome."

Summer evening hesitated for a moment and put the sheets back.

Huo Yu lay on the bed, stretched out his limbs comfortably, and sunk half of his face into the pillow of the summer evening.

I don't know why, his posture made Xia Wan's ears warm.

The pillow is dyed with the breath of summer evening, not so strong, light, very clean, like the sunshine outside the window, making people feel comfortable, relaxed and safe.

"What did you just ask?" Huo Yu put one hand under his head and looked at Xia Wan lazily.

"Oh," Xia Wan thought about it, "I just wanted to ask how you met Zhang Nan?"

Huo Yu smiled, his voice was very soft, with a sense of drowsiness, "He is a shareholder of the Huo family, but his shareholding is very low. The last time I saw him, he was in the Huo Pei scholar. "

Xia Wan didn't answer anymore, because Huo Yu closed his eyes after the last few words.

Xia Wan maintained that position for a while, and then slowly came to the bed.

He bent down and looked at Huo Yu's sleeping profile, he couldn't help but reached out and touched his cheek lightly.

The skin of Huo Yu's cheeks was warm, and the tentacles were softer than expected, which was different from the feeling brought by the chest muscles.

His eyelashes are very dense, and he looks very peaceful when asleep.

Xia Wan peeked at him secretly, not even realizing it was easier to breathe.

In the silence, Xia Wan's cell phone rang suddenly, he quickly retracted his hand, hung up the cell phone, and then went out to call back.

The call was made by other members of the selection group. Because Xia Wan had not responded for a long time, it was convenient to call.

After answering the phone, Xia Wan went to the kitchen to call for Aunt Zhang, and Zhang Ruicheng came back with Xia Chengzhang.

"Hey, where is Xiaoyu?" As soon as Xia Chengzhang came in, he looked around, "I see his car is still parked below."

"Sleep." Xia Wan said with a smile, "He's been socializing a lot these days, so he's probably too tired."

"How long have you slept?" Xia Chengzhang asked, "Can I have lunch?"

"I just told Aunt Zhang," Xia Wan said, "Just leave him a bowl of soup and a bowl of rice."

"You really are, so how can you eat enough?" Xia Chengzhang said, his voice unconsciously lowered.

Huo Yu slept very deeply this night. When he woke up, the room was already dark, and if he listened carefully, he could hear someone talking softly outside.

"Awake?" Facing the direction of Xia Wan's bedroom, Xia Chengzhang was the first to notice that he was busy raising his voice to support Xia Wan, "Go and warm up Xiaoyu's meal in the evening."

"Aunt Zhang is cooking dinner," Xia Wan didn't move, "let him have dinner with him."

"Don't listen to him," Xia Chengzhang said, handing over the task to Huo Yu, "You will send him."

"I have dinner with me." Huo Yu laughed and walked to Xia Wan's side.

Xia Chengzhang also laughed: "Are you used to him?"

Seeing Huo Yu standing beside Xia Wan, raised his hand and rubbed Xia Wan's hair, he felt extremely relieved.

"Draw what?" Huo Yu said.

"The homework left by the teacher." Xia Wan's fingertips swiped on the screen, "It will be handed in every morning."

"Well." Huo Yu looked at it for a while, then suddenly asked, "Go home tonight?"

Usually, Xia Chengzhang went to school directly from Xia Chengzhang on Monday night, and only returned to Huo Yu's house on Monday night.

But when Huo Yu came over today, Xia Wan nodded.

After dinner, the two took Zhang Ruicheng home first, and then drove back to Huo Yu's residence.

Entering the community, just turning to the path leading to Huo Yu's house, Xia Wan saw a tall and thin figure standing in front of Huo Yu's house.

In the night, the cigarette **** in the man's hand was clearly extinguished, especially conspicuous.

Wait a bit closer, Xia Wan couldn't help but approach Huo Yu and said, "It seems to be Sun Baijiang."

Huo Yu made a light "um", the expression on his face was very calm.

As soon as the car approached, Sun Baijiang threw the remaining half of the cigarette on the ground and stepped on it to greet him.

Seeing the two get out of the car together, he paused, and then said hello to Xia Wan first: "Xia Wan."

Look at Huo Yu again: "Xiaoyu."

Xia Wan smiled and nodded to him: "Hello." Huo Yu didn't speak.

"Is it convenient for me and Huo Yu to say a few words alone?" Sun Baijiang looked at Xia Wan and asked.

Xia Wan glanced at Huo Yu and nodded, just as he was about to leave, Huo Yu suddenly grabbed his wrist.

Huo Yu's voice was light: "There's nothing he can't hear."

Sun Baijiang seemed a little hesitant, but he didn't hesitate for too long. He probably felt that if he hesitated too long, Huo Yu might not even give him a chance to speak.

"Does Shenzhou have your shares?" He asked.

Since the signing of the contract with the Xue family, Huo Yu has not deliberately concealed the fact that Shenzhou has its own shares.

Pan Xingwen's desire to bind Huo Yu's hype can be regarded as a rational use of internal resources.

"Yes." Huo Yu said.

"So you refused to sign me even knowing that I could bring huge benefits to the company?" Sun Baijiang asked.

"If you want a lot of your company, why do you have to come to China?" Huo Yu smiled lightly, "Besides, China is running just as well without you."

"Is that Pan Xingwen good?" Sun Baijiang asked.

His words suddenly brought an aggressive taste, and the air became quiet.

"It has nothing to do with you." After a while, Huo Yu said, his voice very calm, "I am willing to stop and tell you this today because I have more important people and things in my heart, no I am willing to give my energy to the past.”

He paused for a moment, then added, ""Not even hate. "

Sun Baijiang's eyes blinked slowly, as if he didn't quite understand what Huo Yu meant.

"Sun Baijiang," Huo Yu said solemnly, "I will seek my justice, and then reconcile with the past, do you understand?"

Sun Baijiang's face became very white, and he looked more desolate and desolate in the cold moonlight.

Reconciliation with the past, no love, no hate.

Sun Baijiang is nothing in his heart.

He squeezed his fist, wanting to say that he could also help Huo Yu.

But those words were all stuck in the throat, not a word was uttered.

He watched Huo Yu hold Xia Wan's hand and stepped firmly into this set. inside the old villa.

A dark and slightly cold window slowly lit up with a warm light.

The light in his heart gradually went out.

"Master," Xia Wan looked at Huo Yu with bright eyes when going up the stairs, "Who is the more important person you just said?"

He raised his face and looked at Huo Yu with brave eyes, without flinching at all.

It seems that even if what Huo Yu said was still mocking and teasing, he would not take it to heart.

Huo Yu went up one flight of stairs more than Xia Wan, and when he heard this, he stopped and turned around.

He looked down at Xia Wan, and a smile slowly crept into his slightly indifferent eyes. He didn't avoid talking like before, let alone tease Xia Wan, but very slowly He said a word very solemnly and seriously.

The same word as the drunk that day: "You."

Xia Wan looked at him, her heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and her entire chest seemed to be completely filled with happy colorful bubbles, wanting to explode.

"But, Sun Baijiang," he held on to the last bit of reason, and glanced out, "what did he do?"

Huo Yu did not speak, but took his hand and put it in his heart.

Across the thin clothes, Xia Wan could feel the temperature on Huo Yu's body and the steady and powerful heartbeat.

He couldn't help but feel a little surprised: "Is this wound related to him?"

Huo Yu didn't say anything, just raised his hand and touched his hair lightly.

of despair.

He unconsciously raised his hand and wrapped his arms around Huo Yu's waist, burying his face in his chest.

"It's all over." Huo Yu said, but immediately, he felt a little hot and humid.

Across the thin T-shirt, Xia Wan printed his hot lips where his scars were.

It's like comforting, like branding, and like giving a new meaning to that sad wound.