Zhao Wanheng kicks Zhao Li and opens his mouth to mention business, politely, "Huo Shao, now that the people are gone, can we talk about business then?"
Song Zhi hears the careful test in Zhao Wanheng's mouth, and her eyes are surprised.
The Zhao family was very powerful in her impression, especially since she had often seen the Zhao family and the Huo family working during the three years she had been in prison, without the cowering that she had now.
She looks at them warily under her eyes and clutches Huo Moushen's hand a little harder.
A slight tingling came from Huo Mushan's palm, and seeing her tense, he patted it soothingly with his right hand.
Zhao Wanheng breathes a sigh of relief, but remains standing, "All of the Zhao family's shares dropped this morning, so please ask Huo Shao to be magnanimous and spare the Zhao family."
"Oh? How come I don't know about this?" Huo Mou Shen rubs the back of Song Zhe's hand carefully and says carelessly.
Zhao Li's eyes widened as soon as he heard this, "Huo Shao, I was already hoisted to the eighteenth floor last night, how can you ......"
Before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by a slap from Zhao Wanheng!
"Asshole, shut up!" After Zhao Wanheng reprimands Zhao Li, he turns his head to nod at Huo Mou Shen again, "Huo Shao, my son is confused, don't mind if you don't mind, just take it as if he's letting go of a p!"
Huo Moushen's lips hooked up in cold treachery: "What did I do last night?"
"...... You didn't do anything." Zhao Wanheng lowers his head and takes another deep breath, "Huo Shao, it's us who did the wrong thing, we shouldn't have offended Mrs. Huo, and the Zhao family's stock market is still looking up to you to raise your hand."
Huo Mou Shen's brows wrinkled up for a long time before he said, "My wife is still injured."
"Yes yes yes ......."
The man waved his hand, and immediately afterward, someone brought up a video for them to see.
In the video, Zhao Li's words of calculating Song Zhi clearly floated into their ears.
The computer was violently clasped by a hand, startling the two men.
Zhao Li was so shocked that his face turned white, and with a 'plop', he knelt directly in front of the two!
"But what? Mr. Zhao, why don't you give me an explanation, what exactly does Mr. Zhao mean by murdering my wife!"
Zhao Wanheng was so scared that his face was bloodless, he kicked Zhao Li: "You bastard, didn't you repeatedly guarantee that you were framed, what's going on in this video?"
"I ...... "Zhao Li's brain was confused, not knowing who would record the video?
"It seems that Mr. Zhao can't give me a good explanation, so why don't you send this video to the police station?" Huo Mo Shen spoke quietly.
Zhao Wanheng's forehead wrinkles into a heap, a clenched teeth for gas: "Huo Shao, it's all about the canine son being overwhelmed by a woman, as long as Huo Shao doesn't take it personally, let Huo Shao open the conditions."
After all, Zhao Li is his only son, the old Zhao family can not break the root!
Huo Mou Shen mouth hooked up shallow cold arc, ink eyes as overturned ink stone, side head to see always on guard, nervous Song Zhi, eyes suddenly turned ice into water, flooded with a touch of tenderness: "Xiao Zhi, think it?"
Song Ru slightly raised the corner of her eyes, saw the man's eyes inquiring about her, a flash of doubt in her complexion.
"I ......" Song Zhi turned her head to look at Zhao Li.
Zhao Li looked at Song Ru's scrutinizing gaze, over the years he and Song Ru had always been deadly rivals, this time he was dead.
But the next second ......
"Let them go, I'm sure Mr. Zhao didn't do it on purpose." Song Ru faintly said.
Zhao Wanheng's forehead was clamoring with cold sweat.
"Thank you, Mrs. Huo."
"But I've heard ......" Song Ru's voice slightly paused, not wanting to spare the Zhao family, "I've heard that the Zhao family has a set of tea utensils that I'm very interested in, I wonder if Mr. Zhao can part with them?"
Zhao Wanheng immediately tightened his brows, and in his heart, he said, "Why are this dead girl's eyes so sharp! That set of tea sets are antiques, said to be thousands of years old, a full set of tens of millions of dollars, the last time the Huo family's second house asked for it, he didn't even bother to give it, didn't think that the dead girl would want it again! Who said that this dead girl's brain is not bright, no breasts, no brain, is clearly a shrewd to fast to calculate the death of the person!"
Zhao Wanheng had a headache, the antique that he had managed to collect with great difficulty was almost treated as a family heirloom, and Song Ru actually wanted it!
Time passed by minute by minute.
The atmosphere gets one point colder.
Huo Mushen narrows his eyes, his voice low: "In Mr. Zhao's eyes, Mr. Zhao is inferior to a set of tea utensils?"
Zhao Wanheng grits his teeth, and after a moment of flesh pain, he says heavily, "Okay, Mrs. Huo likes this tea set, I'll turn around and order someone to send it over, as long as Mrs. Huo is able to disregard her former suspicions."
Huo Muchen sees that Song Zhi looks sickly, and with his sideways head blocking their line of sight, he sends the person away.
By the time Zhao's father and son leave from Huo Garden with their tails between their legs, they're not too sharp.
It was a June day, and it rained when it said it would.
Song Zhi lazily leaned in his arms, not moving a muscle.
It's rare for the two to enjoy a quiet moment.
Huo Mou Shen called the housekeeper to take a blanket and cover Song Zhi: "Xiao Zhi, why do you need a tea set?"
According to her vindictive nature over several times, Huo Mou Shen is a bit stunned, he thought he would make Zhao Li pay something, but he didn't expect to ask for a tea set.
His Xiao Ru, really surprised him.
"Because grandpa likes it ah, you forgot that it's grandpa's birthday banquet in a while." Song Ru stared at him innocently.
"You're going back to the Huo family with me?" Huo Mo Shen's eyes sink slightly.
He hadn't cared too much, even because the Huo family was against Song Ru and Xiao Ru resented the Huo family, thinking that she shouldn't miss the Huo family too much.
This birthday banquet, Huo Mou Shen didn't tell Song Ru, and didn't expect Song Ru to remember it, and really went to the trouble of carefully picking out a gift, which shows that she has gradually put his family in her heart.
It's just that Huo Mou Shen hasn't wanted to bring Song Zhi there that early, and also doesn't want Song Zhi to be targeted by Huo's family.
"I really didn't expect you to know what grandpa likes." The corner of Huo Mushen's lips curved up.
Song Zhi dissatisfiedly pushes her forehead against his chin, "Of course I remember, don't be so mean to your grandpa next time, he's quite good to us."
Grandpa Huo is the only person in the Huo family who treats her well, and even pleaded for her in court, even though everyone complained about sentencing her to death at that time.
Huo Mushen's dark eyes grow deeper and deeper, and in a low voice he accuses, "What do I like, how come you don't know?"
Song Zhi tugged at the corner of her lips, then tilted her head to kiss him, cheeky, and sweetly said, "Of course I know what you like?"
"Then you say, what do I like?" Huo Mou Shen's eyebrows are soft, staring at her with unblinking eyes.
"Me." Song Zhi replies in a really shameless manner.
Huo Moushen is infuriated and laughs at her words, picking up her chin, "Mrs. Huo is so confident."
"Of course, I'm trusting my husband's eyes in picking his wife."
"Heh." Huo Mushen sends out a laugh from the left atrium of his chest, hugging her as he picks up a book and starts to read, while Song Zhi lazily nestles in her arms like a little milk cat.
All through the night, Song Zhi sleeps in a daze and feels warm cool touches from her earlobe, chin, lips, nose, eyes, eyebrows and then forehead.
Fine, dense kisses fell.
The face that was originally still burning unexpectedly had a wisp of coolness, and even the pain in her throat and body was much less.
Huo Mou Shen watched her unbearable slowly open her sleepy eyes before rubbing her face.
"Don't sleep, eat before you sleep." He said.
"Can I not eat?" Song Zhi is too sleepy to open her eyes, so she starts to stay in bed, not caring if Huo Mushan agrees or not, and deadpans towards his arms, finding a comfortable position and falling asleep again.
Huo Mou Shen frowned and threatened in a deep voice: "Eat, eat me, choose one?"