lled out a cigarette, putting it between his lips: "This girl had something pretty bad happen to her when she was sixteen, so her family of origin isn't willing to take her back." Huo Shaoting probab...There are a lot of talented people at this anniversary celebration.

But the most capable one should be Huo Shaoting. Ding Cheng actually wanted to ask him for help, and by the way, get closer to him.

But Huo Shaoting has already taken Wen Man away.

Parking lot, inside a car.

He Shaoting slowly fastened his seat belt and turned to look at Wen Man.

Wen Man leaned against the backrest, her eyes slightly wet, gazing out the car window.

Obviously, those videos touched her.

First love, where is it easy to forget

Ho Shaoting's slender fingers gently caressed the steering wheel: "Nostalgic"

"No!"

"Not really looking like you're about to cry, huh"

……

Wen Man couldn't say it.

Huo Shaoting's fingers tightened slightly, then he gently pressed the accelerator and drove away.

After the car drove for a while, Wen Man noticed something was wrong. This wasn't the way home, nor was it the way to his company. She couldn't help but ask, "Where are you taking me"

Ho Shao-ting's voice was tight: "The apartment we used to live in."

Wen Man guessed what he probably wanted to do and felt a little resistant: " Huo Shaoting, my things with Gu Changqing happened so many years ago, you can't keep pursuing this because of one video."

He didn't speak.

When he got to the intersection with a red light, he took a cigarette from the center console and lit it, bowing his head.

"Wen Man, I'm jealous!"

Wen Man was taken aback.

Ho Shao-ting only left that sentence and then focused on driving, taking the car all the way to the apartment building.

Wen Man refused to get off the car.

Huo Shaoting unbuckled his seatbelt and whispered in her ear, "Get out of the car yourself, or shall I carry you"

How stubborn Wen Man was, she got off the car and walked ahead of him.

Ho Shao-ting slammed the car door shut and followed leisurely behind her, a cigarette dangling between his fingers.

Before she could finish her words, he grabbed her slender wrist and pressed her against the wall in the hallway.

Two bodies were pressed close together.

Even between husband and wife, it's too stimulating to do this in broad daylight.

……

Wen Man was a little surprised, and raised her eyes to look at him: " Huo Shaoting"

Huo Shaoting gently caressed her delicate cheek, his voice particularly hoarse, "There are just some things I want to ask you!"

He finished speaking, pulling his tie loose with one hand and binding her wrists with it.

Then, she was thrown onto the soft sofa.

Wen Man struggled to crawl up, kneeling on the sofa, angrily scolding: " Huo Shaoting, is that how you speak"

He knelt before her, gently scraping her cheek with his fingertips.

He smiled lightly.

Then, the man stood up and walked to the wine cabinet. His long fingers gently brushed over the bottles before selecting two vintage reds. This kind of red wine was easy to get drunk on but wouldn't give you a headache...

It's perfect for women to drink.

He took off his jacket, leaving only a white shirt on.

The belt cinches his lean waist, and his legs are long and straight. He's actually quite attractive to women.

At this moment, the owner of the long legs came over with a bottle of red wine, knelt half-way in front of her, and poured two glasses gracefully. Wen Man thought he was going to make her drink, biting her lip: "Ho Shao Ting, I will tell you anything you want to know!"

He swirled his glass lightly. “I want the truth.”

After that, he drank half a cup.

That throat, bulging and sliding up and down right before my eyes, was so undeniably masculine.

Wen Man's gaze was fixed.

Her red lips parted slightly, her voice a husky whisper that was incredibly sexy: " Huo Shaoting…"

He took advantage of the situation and kissed her, probing her crimson lips and feeding her that rich red wine. Wen Man resisted at first, shaking her head, but the man's body kept getting closer...

Wine, staining her porcelain skin.

Crimson red.

Her silk blouse was also wet, clinging to her full figure and undeniably tempting men's impulses. Huo Shaoting leaned in beside her lips and whispered softly, "Drink a little more, and I'll ask you."

Wen Man couldn't stand it any longer and started to sob softly.

"Ho Shao-ting, don't do that."

He took the cup and brought it to her lips, forcing her to drink.

She refused, so he coaxed her into taking it.

Wen Man cried and shouted...

After half an hour, Wen Man's whole body was like being soaked in wine. Her white skin had a rosy tinge, and her red lips were slightly swollen from too many kisses...

She was half-drunk, leaning on the sofa, her hands no longer bound by the restraints.

Ho Shao-ting leaned in and kissed his wife deeply and passionately.

Wen Man's expression was a little dazed.

He nipped playfully at the base of her ear, his voice a low murmur: "Am I more handsome, or Gu Changqing"

She wanted to sleep, but Huo Shaoting kept her awake.

She clutched his neck, her voice choked with unshed tears: "You're prettier than him."

His kiss moved to her delicate chin, continuing to interrogate her: "How far did you go"

When asked, he was taken aback for a moment.

Only then did he realize that this was actually what he had always wanted to ask.

Wen Man returned his kiss with displeasure, but evaded the question: "Huo Shaoting, why aren't you kissing me anymore"

He gripped her chin, preventing her from moving.

Wen Man's eyes were glistening with emotion, consumed by longing. In fact, it had been a long time since she had expressed her desire for him this passionately. She always tended to be too composed during their intimate moments.

Huo Shaoting's forehead was sweating, with large beads of sweat dripping down.

He held her slender waist, and asked again. Wen Man blinked softly and murmured: "I've been kissed, nothing else!"

Huo Shaoting suddenly pulled her into an embrace.

His face was buried in her neck, silent for a long time, before he finally whispered, “So, do you… still like him”

Wen Man seemed to have sobered up from the alcohol.

Her slender hand gently caressed his warm neck, her voice husky as she whispered, "Don't like it anymore."

He started kissing her.

He was tender, kissing her slowly and melting her away.

He scooped her up in his arms and carried her towards the bedroom.

Red wine, staining the sheets drop by drop with passion and desire, blooming languorously upon them... Huo Shaoting had not tasted such a fulfillment in ages. He didn't even want to stop, just wanted to keep going like this until he was old.

……

The tide had receded, and it was already evening.

Wen Man woke up, the bedroom was lit only by a faint glow, and it was very quiet.

She leaned against her pillow.

Even though she was drunk, she could still remember how Huo Shaoting loved her, and how she had tried so hard to please him.

Two bottles of wine, to thaw her coldness.

Wen Man's mood was complicated.

She couldn't tell if today's affair was simply a physical need.

The bedroom door creaked open, letting in a sliver of light.

Huo Shaoting walked in, sat by the bed, and gently pinched her cheek, saying softly, "Do you want to get up Huo Xi called Mom several times."

Wen Man glanced at him, then she got up with the blanket in her hand.

My head is still a bit dizzy.

Ho Shao-ting felt completely comfortable and was in a good mood. He leaned against her forehead and whispered softly, “Get up first, go home and sleep again, okay”

Wen Man bent down and picked up the silk shirt.

How do I wear this

Ho Shaoting chuckled softly, walked into the cloakroom and chose a set of clothes for her, then personally helped her put them on.

Wen Man was not without anger.

But they are husband and wife after all. If they argue over intimacy, it would only make them the laughingstock of others, besides, she also finds it comfortable...

She smoothed her auburn hair and warned softly, "You're not to pour me another drink ever again."

He rested his chin on her shoulder and hummed softly.

Today is a pleasant surprise.

He would never do that in normal circumstances.n touched her neck and said, "A business dinner is really tiring!"Having this child was a breeze.But after all, she was pregnant and not as strong as she used to be.Just as she was about to take off h...