After a while, Huo Yu suddenly said gently: "Before, Aunt Qin took care of my parents."

Xia Wan raised her eyes, and even her chewing speed slowed down.

He pursed his lips and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to ask."

"It's nothing," Huo Yu's expression was very calm. He was silent for a while, as if recalling the past, "It's been a long time, and it's been so long that I can't remember many things clearly."

When Huo Peifeng and Yan Wei had an accident, Huo Yu was only five years old and was in middle school in kindergarten.

After they went out that day, when they met again, there were two black and white portraits. He was led by the adults to kneel on the ground and kowtow to the two portraits.

Since then, his life has become black and white.

For many years to come, he tried to remember those scattered warm memories and magnificent colors before the age of five, but as time passed, even if he deliberately deepened them over and over again, they were still farther and farther away from him.

Now, only Aunt Qin and this old house are left.

Aunt Qin is also old, almost sixty years old, but fortunately she is in good health.

Huo Yu wanted to let her enjoy her old age, but Aunt Qin was not at ease. As long as he was in the country these years, the elderly would take the responsibility of taking care of him spontaneously.

Nuts and snacks were his habits when he was a child.

He hasn't eaten it for a long time these years, but Aunt Qin still insists on preparing it for him.

Xia Wan watched Huo Yu eat with his eyes lowered, and the ends of his long eyes were slightly raised, but the lines that were usually sharp at the moment showed a trace of loneliness.

He held his cheeks and felt that the food on the table was not fragrant.

"You still have an uncle. In the future, when the old man comes over, you will still be accompanied by your relatives." Xia Wan wrapped the soup bowl in both hands and let it spin silently in the palm of her hand.

Huo Yu raised his eyes to look at him, meaning unknown.

Huo Yu never mentioned anything about Yan Rui to him. He also saw Yan Rui's official order before he really let go of his hanging heart.

He didn't want to take the initiative to mention it, but he was going to the Huo family's banquet in the evening. He couldn't pretend he didn't know about this kind of thing.

"I heard that your uncle is going to be transferred to work." Xia Wan slowly took a sip of soup.

Huo Yu hooked the corners of his mouth and looked at him with a sharp gaze: "Who said that?"

"Su Tang." Xia Wan dumped Su Tang without hesitation, and asked again, "Is it true?"

Huo Yu lowered his eyes.

Sometimes he feels that Xia Wan is innocent and the simplest kind of person, but sometimes he feels that he is a little unfathomable.

It feels a little funny and a little weird.

"You kind of care about me," he said.

Xia Wan heard it, and it was not a good person.

"Of course I should care about you," he twirled the bowl of soup in his hand. "We are husbands and we should pay attention to everything from our hair to the tips of our toes."

Huo Yu looked at him quietly for a moment, the corners of his mouth drew a slight arc, and the loneliness and vigilance between his eyebrows gradually disappeared.

He put down the tableware, leaned back against his body, and watched Xia Wan with a half-smile.

He really should explain to Xia Wan about Yan Rui. If Xia Wan didn't even know about it, then their relationship would be intriguing in the eyes of outsiders.

The reason why he didn't say anything until the transfer order came down was because he wanted to see when Xia Wan would lose his temper.

In the hot pot restaurant that day, Xia Wan's remarks were always too coincidental in Huo Yu's eyes.

Even though he knew that he had no ill will towards him, after that incident, his vigilance never decreased.

"If we don't communicate with each other," Xia Wan held the soup bowl to cover half of her face, "it would be bad if you show off at your uncle's house at night."

"Well," Huo Yu's lips curled slightly and hooked his fingers towards Xia Wan, "Come on, let's exchange information."

Xia Wan pursed her lips and looked at him defensively.

"Communicate the presence or absence of something from hair to toes." Huo Yu added.

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Is it cool to dig a hole for yourself, late?

Chapter 20 The Perfect Companion

Xia Wan didn't know why he dug a hole for himself inexplicably.

Holding the soup bowl, he didn't know how to fight back.

But the smile in Huo Yu's eyes grew bigger and bigger, and he raised his eyebrows maliciously: "Why, didn't you say that?"

"I'm talking about paying attention." Xia Wan was annoyed, inexplicably felt that this sentence sounded even more strange.

Losers do not lose.

Xia Wan simply put the bowl down, and imitated Huo Yu's posture, leaning back, one leg stretched forward slightly, and stopped right next to Huo Yu's feet.

Huo Yu lowered his eyes, and as far as he could see, he saw Xia Wan's foot.

Pikachu's yellow slippers made his feet particularly white and tender, with small ankles, thin white ankles, and light pink nails that were still curled up.

"What do you want to ask the eldest young master, feel free to ask." Xia Wan raised her chin slightly, and drew a beautiful line from her slender neck, "Intercommunication."

Huo Yu's eyes slowly moved upward, and finally settled on Xia Wan's slightly provocative eyes.

After a moment of silence, he asked, "Don't you like Huo Lin very much? How can you say you lose it?"

Sure enough, Xia Wan thought, waiting for him here.

All in all, in short, this man still doesn't trust him.

Fortunately, he can understand his situation and is magnanimous enough. Besides, they are just a cooperative relationship after all. Sooner or later, they will have to return to the road, bridge to bridge, there is no need to make themselves unhappy about this kind of thing.

In another way of thinking, it is better to say something than to hide it.

He held his cheeks, thought for a moment and said, "Because I don't like him at all."

Huo Yu raised his eyebrows, the smile between his eyebrows was unclear.

"How can someone like him compare with the eldest young master," Xia Wan slapped her ass, "I was just forced by my uncle and brother."