NFBE Chapter 232 The Vow! ? The Wrestling of Love is about to begin! ?
Chapter 232 The Vow! ? The Wrestling of Love is about to begin! ?
The two of them joked around like that for a while.
Just like any other young couple.
Sweet yet ordinary.
Such days.
For them now—
It can be encountered but not sought after.
After all, there are too many troublesome things for them to deal with.
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At this moment, Meng Shushu was comfortably lying in Huo Qilin's arms.
Her fingertips landed on the man's nose, her eyes serious.
"Mr. Huo, I was supposed to take you on your honeymoon."
However, I've had too many things to deal with lately, so I might be too busy.
So, can we postpone our honeymoon?
Huo Qilin looked down at her.
"I suspect Mrs. Huo did it on purpose?"
Meng Shu coughed lightly: "I didn't do it on purpose!"
"I thought Mrs. Huo was angry about the wedding and deliberately didn't go on her honeymoon."
"I'm not that petty."
"So, according to Mrs. Huo, we're even?"
Meng Shu shook his head and smiled faintly, then patted his chest heavily.
"That's a wonderful idea. I've written it all down in my little notebook. We'll work together to achieve everything, and we won't leave anyone behind."
Huo Qilin exclaimed, "With a wife like this, what more could a husband ask for?"
Meng Shu replied, "With a husband like this, what more could a woman ask for?"
At this moment, the two were perfectly in sync, and their intimacy deepened.
Seeing Huo Qilin's gaze growing increasingly deep, Meng Shu quickly coughed lightly.
"Alright, let me take your pulse."
Huo Qilin obediently extended his hand, but his tone was somewhat playful.
"Mrs. Huo, you're being naughty."
Meng Shu understood the hidden meaning in his words, but pretended not to know.
Focus your attention on the pulse.
Huo Qilin stopped teasing her.
Then, he looked at her with a smile, "Mrs. Huo, how is your pulse? How much longer do I have?"
Meng Shu glared at him fiercely.
"Don't talk nonsense!"
"As for your pulse, it is steady and powerful, like the surging waves of a great river, which means that you have a strong vitality and a healthy body, and you can live to be at least a thousand years old."
Huo Qilin smiled at her: "Really? Wouldn't that make you an immortal old man?"
Meng Shu frowned slightly, then burst out laughing.
"It's not so bad to be an old codger, is it?"
"Mrs. Huo is right."
A strange glint flashed in Huo Qilin's eyes: "In that case, can we stretch our legs a little?"
Meng Shu was unaware of this.
"Of course you can, but don't get too excited."
Huo Qilin raised an eyebrow, stretched out his hand, and pulled Meng Shu directly into his arms.
Meng Shu was both embarrassed and surprised: "The event you're talking about, it can't be..."
Meng Shu was too embarrassed to continue.
Huo Qilin pinched her earlobe.
"What should I do? Mrs. Huo is just too beautiful to resist."
After speaking, he kissed those cherry lips he had longed for day and night.
After the kiss.
Huo Qilin sighed.
"I wish our kiss would last forever."
Meng Shu smiled mischievously, her eyes gleaming.
"One kiss is enough? Mr. Huo's expectations are too low."
Huo Qilin couldn't help but laugh, a laugh full of ambiguity.
He affectionately pinched her cheek, his smile deepening.
"Mrs. Huo is right. After all, love wrestling is the most common thing between husband and wife, so..."
Meng Shu had already covered his mouth, her eyes flashing with anger and threat.
Huo Qilin scooped the person up in his arms.
"Okay, I'm not teasing you anymore. Let's go wash up together."
Finished washing.
Huo Qilin kissed Meng Shu.
Goodnight, Mrs. Huo.
Meng Shu also returned Huo Qilin's kiss.
Goodnight, Mr. Huo.
They smiled at each other, then embraced and fell asleep.
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The matter of Zhao Shalong's death has come to an end.
This matter did not involve the Zhao family.
After all, the Zhao family had already kicked Zhao Shalong out of the house before.
However, Zhou Piaopiao was on the verge of a breakdown, suffering unbearable pain.
Upon learning of this, Meng Shu's smile turned cold.
Killing someone doesn't necessarily mean killing yourself.
The most effective approach is to strike at the heart.
Zhou Piaopiao—this is just the beginning.