Chapter 548 Young Marshal Huo's Little Mute 39
Lu Xiangling became increasingly certain that Ruan's death was inevitable.
Because many people are keeping an eye on Nguyen.
If she succeeds, it will indirectly help some people complete their mission.
...
The night was cool and still, with the crescent moon hanging high in the sky.
The Young Marshal's Mansion, Study.
There was a small package of kraft paper on the table.
Huo Ze's face was gloomy, his eyes were cold and deep, and his oppressive aura was unleashed without restraint.
The butler stared at the small paper package, his expression also very solemn.
"This old servant suspects that her target is the young mistress."
Although they are not yet married, the housekeeper has already changed his address to her privately.
Huo Ze: "Treat them as they treat you."
As he finished speaking, a fierce glint appeared in the man's eyes. "Don't let her die too easily."
Butler: "Young Marshal, rest assured, this old servant knows what to do."
Huo Ze's brows relaxed, and he said in a light tone, "I will be getting married in half a month. You've worked hard these past few days."
The steward smiled broadly, "To see the young marshal get married is a great relief for this old servant."
Rather than revealing his innermost thoughts, it would be better to comfort the spirit of Huo's mother in heaven.
The butler originally worked for Huo Ze's mother, but after Huo's mother passed away, the butler stayed with Huo Ze.
The atmosphere suddenly fell silent.
Huo Ze pinched his brow and gestured for the butler to leave.
The housekeeper stepped forward and took the medicine packet away.
Shortly after, footsteps could be heard outside the door.
Huo Ze, who was in a daze, came to his senses and got up to go out.
The little mute boy was passing by when he heard the noise and stopped to look at him.
Huo Ze's gaze swept over the petite woman from head to toe: "Where are you going?"
Song Jinhuan pointed to the kitchen, then to her neck.
I'm thirsty, so I'll get some water.
She was also holding a ceramic cup in her hand.
However, since she had seen Huo Ze... Song Jinhuan decisively chose to drink soda.
Sweet and bubbly soda!
She stepped forward and grabbed his sleeve without any hesitation, pointing to the kitchen.
"Get you some soda?" Huo Ze raised an eyebrow. The little mute only showed a fawning smile when he needed something.
Song Jinhuan blinked. "Yes!"
Huo Ze leaned down, his eyes crinkling with amusement, "How do you plan to thank me?"
"My...fiancée?"
His voice was deep and slightly hoarse, with a languid trailing off at the end of each word. Coupled with his smile, it sounded like a spur-of-the-moment, maliciously tempting offer.
With a "whoosh," Song Jinhuan's ears went numb, and she subconsciously lowered her gaze. In that instant, her cheeks burned.
A blush visibly spread from her cheeks outwards, and her ears turned bright red.
Above the study doorway hung a mushroom-shaped wall lamp, its dim light passing over Huo Ze's head and falling on the girl's lowered eyes.
Her jet-black hair seemed to be glowing.
Hozer's eyelashes trembled slightly, and his Adam's apple bobbed.
His fingertips involuntarily rubbed against her cheek.
It's a little hot.
It burned his heart and made him feel flustered.
Song Jinhuan froze. Huo Ze, just now, was quite handsome.
The lowered voice was something I'd never heard before.
Dry mouth and throat.
She swallowed hard, then remembered what she was supposed to do.
Song Jinhuan suddenly looked up.
Huo Ze's pupils trembled slightly, but were quickly concealed by a blink.
"You're getting shy after I called you my fiancée?" he teased, his ears turning red, in as lighthearted a tone as possible.
Song Jinhuan was momentarily stunned. Shy? How ridiculous!
She looked at the other person's earlobe, as if she had caught something, and suddenly reached out and pinched it.
"Hi, Sanjin, look! I wonder who's being shy!"
Sanjin: "Don't call me Sanjin at this time, it'll ruin the atmosphere."
Song Jinhuan said, feeling wronged, "But I can only talk to you."
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