[White cut black soft heroine + Dark and creepy stalker hero + Broken mirror重圓 + Running away with a bun] Huo Yanxi is a well-known male morality model in the Hong Kong circle. Being cold and absti...
036 The insults were very vulgar.
On his way back, Pei Yan received a call from Huo Yanxi, whose voice was deep.
"Why was Teacher Xie there when you went to pick up the dog?"
Pei Yan glanced at the time on the control panel; it was past 2 a.m. No wonder he felt a chill down his spine and was a little creeped out.
He turned up the car's air conditioning temperature. "Mr. Huo, it's so late, why aren't you resting yet? People with stomach problems shouldn't stay up late."
Huo Yanxi's deep voice held something pressing within it, "I'm asking you, how did she get here?"
“It’s on the way,” Pei Yan said casually. “Let me tell you, you didn’t see how affectionate Doubao was towards Teacher Xie. Isn’t it supposed to be very aloof? Last time your sister-in-law tried to hug it, it barked at her for a long time. If it could talk, I think it would have sworn some really dirty words.”
Huo Yanxi was still deeply troubled even at this moment.
No one knows how much of an impact seeing the video Pei Yan sent him was on him.
The way Xie Yaoyao hugged Doubao and rubbed its head really reminded her of Chi Xiaoman.
Has he really gone mad?
They were actually searching for Chi Xiaoman's figure in someone who was completely different from them.
Isn't this an insult to Chi Xiaoman?
Pei Yan continued to nag in his ear, "You have no idea, when I saw how affectionate Doubao was with Teacher Xie, I almost thought Teacher Xie was Xiaoman."
"You think so too?" Huo Yanxi's voice tightened, as if he had found a kindred spirit.
Pei Yan then dismissed his own opinion, saying, "I think it's impossible. Teacher Xie is too fat. Xiaoman wouldn't allow herself to get that fat."
Huo Yanxi gripped his phone tightly.
yes!
Chi Xiaoman cares about her figure; she won't allow herself to get that fat.
Moreover, she has a strong sense of self-esteem.
He had said he would sever all ties with her back then, and she would never appear in front of him again.
Xie Yaoyao cannot be Chi Xiaoman.
Huo Yanxi opened his mouth, but his throat was so dry and painful, as if it were filled with razor blades.
"Doubao is a dog that Manman picked up, and it only gets close to Manman."
"Ah, this..." Pei Yan scratched his head, "Then do you think it's possible that Xiaoman's soul transmigrated into Teacher Xie's body?"
Huo Yanxi's train of thought was immediately swayed by him, and his voice turned cold, "What does 'soul transmigration' mean?"
"ah……"
Pei Yan realized he had let something slip and quickly covered his mouth. He had forgotten that he had been keeping from Huo Yanxi and Chi Xiaoman the possibility of them perishing in the fire.
"Pei Yan, tell me the truth, what exactly happened to Manman?" Was there another reason for that fire back then?
Pei Yan wanted to slap himself a few times. "I was just joking to lighten the mood."
"Are you hiding something from me?" Huo Yanxi's breathing became rapid.
Pei Yan wanted to smash his head against the steering wheel right now. He was clearly guilty, but he said with a righteous air, "How could I hide anything from you?"
He immediately shifted Huo Yanxi's attention, "But Mr. Huo, the seventh anniversary of Grandma Chi's death is coming up, isn't it? Do you think Xiaoman will go back to pay her respects to Grandma Chi?"
Huo Yanxi's attention was indeed diverted.
Yes, how could he forget such an important thing? He has gone back to pay his respects on the anniversary of Grandma Chi's death every year for the past few years.
I hoped to run into Chi Xiaoman, but I never did.
However, every year an extra bunch of tulips appears on Grandma Chi's grave.
I heard that Grandma Chi loved tulips the most when she was alive, but because her family was poor and couldn't afford flowers, she planted a flower garden around the houseboat herself.
When the flowers bloom, the area around the houseboat is a riot of colors, and the fragrance is intoxicating.
Mainlanders value the seventh anniversary of Chi Xiaoman's death. This time, if he goes to the small fishing village soon, he'll definitely be able to catch a glimpse of her.
"Time flies, it's been seven years since my grandmother passed away."
He hadn't seen Chi Xiaoman for five years and wondered how she was doing and whether she had found a good husband.
Pei Yan breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that he didn't ask any more questions about "soul transmigration". "Yes, yes."
"Make preparations quietly. The seventh anniversary of your death should be a grand celebration, but don't let the word out."
He was worried that Chi Xiaoman would avoid him if she knew he was going back to the small fishing village.
Pei Yan: "Understood."
After finally hanging up the phone, Pei Yan wiped his forehead and realized he was sweating profusely.
With the anniversary of Grandma Chi's death approaching, if Chi Xiaoman does not appear by then, his lie will be exposed.
What will Huo Yanxi do when he learns the truth?
Pei Yan was in a real bind, hoping that five years later, Huo Yanxi would be able to accept this devastating news.
Xie Yaoyao had been asleep for less than three hours when her phone rang. She groggily fumbled for it and answered, her voice still heavy with sleep.
"Who is it, disturbing my sweet dreams so early in the morning?"
A deep, magnetic voice came from the other end of the phone, as if wrapped in frost, "It's me."
Xie Yaoyao jolted awake and sat up abruptly.
She got up too quickly and had a bit of low blood sugar; her vision blurred, but her tone instinctively became respectful.
"Mr. Huo, what brings you here so early?"
It was barely dawn outside the window when Huo Yanxi called her at this hour. He truly is a capitalist!
Huo Yanxi: "I'm outside your house."
"Huh?" Xie Yaoyao repeated incredulously, "What did you say?"
Huo Yanxi was silent for a few seconds, as if he were inhaling or grinding his back teeth, then said, "I said I'm outside your house, open the door."
“No,” Xie Yaoyao said, feeling utterly bewildered, “Why are you outside my house, Mr. Huo?”
Shouldn't he be at the hospital?
Is it appropriate for someone to stand guard at her door so early in the morning, before dawn?
Or did he doubt her identity?
Xie Yaoyao was in a state of shock. Without even changing her clothes, she quickly got out of bed and went to open the door.
However, she is a single mother and quite vigilant. She always locks the door at night just in case.
When she opened the door, she didn't take it down. She opened it a crack and saw Huo Yanxi standing outside. "Please wait a moment."
After saying that, she hurriedly hung up the phone and closed the door again.
She glanced down at her loose Patrick Star pajamas, which made her look like a water bucket.
She scratched her hair.
Even though she hadn't thought about acknowledging him, she was still a girl, and it would be a blow to her self-esteem to let her ex-husband see her looking so unkempt.
But if she changes her outfit now, won't it seem like she's being too deliberate?
Xie Yaoyao went crazy for a while, but still didn't change her clothes. Doubao heard the noise, ran out of the bedroom, and circled around her feet.
Xie Yaoyao used her foot to push it away a bit before removing the bolt and opening the door.
"Mr. Huo, please come in."
Huo Yanxi immediately spotted the bean bun clinging to Xie Yaoyao's leg. The little traitor whimpered twice in disgust when she saw him.
If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he truly wouldn't have believed that the dog he had raised for five years wasn't affectionate towards him at all.
Huo Yanxi walked in with a somber expression, and the living room suddenly became crowded.
He felt completely at ease in his own home and sat down on the sofa.
Under the light, his face was deathly pale, with bluish-gray patches under his eyes, making him look as if he had just crawled out of a fresh grave.
"Mr. Huo, what brings you here?" Xie Yaoyao was truly impressed by him.
He was just admitted to the hospital for a stomach pump last night and was discharged early this morning. He's so reckless; isn't he afraid of ruining his own life?