Song Ning also hugged Huo Beian tightly.
After experiencing life and death, the two became even closer.
Huo Beian slowly released her, lowered his head and kissed her lips. Song Ning also closed her eyes and responded to his kiss.
He gently laid Song Ning down on the sofa, and the two embraced tightly, kissing...
At this moment, Song Ning felt that her Huo Bei'an had returned...
Just when Song Ning thought Huo Beian would take that step, he let her go.
"Alright, honey, go to sleep now."
He pointed to another bedroom, "I live next door to you."
Song Ning could only nod. "Okay. I'll go take a shower first."
While Song Ning went to take a shower, Huo Beian sat on the sofa, listening to the sound of water coming from the bathroom, feeling restless and uneasy.
Especially since the bathroom door is frosted, although you can't see clearly, you can still make out the general outline.
Seeing his wife's alluring curves, he felt unbearably aroused.
Soon, Song Ning came out after taking a shower.
Her wet hair was dripping water, and her bathrobe was faintly visible through her chest.
"I'm done washing. Huo Beian, do you want to wash too?"
"Um."
Huo Beian nodded in agreement.
Once in the bathroom, he turned the water temperature down to the lowest setting and released his pent-up heat.
When he came out, Song Ning was sitting on the sofa watching TV.
I turned my head and was immediately stunned.
At this moment, Huo Beian was shirtless, with only a bath towel wrapped around his lower body. His abs and V-line were clearly visible.
Seeing this, Song Ning felt a little shy.
Was Huo Beian deliberately dressed like this to seduce her?
Seeing Song Ning blush, Huo Beian laughed, "Wife. We've been married for ages, why are you still shy?"
"What old married couple? That's a thing of the past. I'm sleepy, I'm going to bed."
Just then, Huo Beian's phone rang.
He took the call and saw that it was from the police station.
"Hello. Is this Mr. Lian Sicheng? The criminals have confessed; they were instructed by someone."
"Who gave the order?"
"Qiu Ya, we are preparing to arrest her."
"Wait a moment, sir. If we make an arrest now, Qiu Ya will probably be prepared. The Qiu family will definitely do everything they can to get her out. I suggest we hold off for now."
After hanging up the phone, Huo Beian's eyes darkened.
It was Qiu Ya.
Damn it, how dare she lay a hand on Song Ning. Qiu Ya must be tired of living.
He needs to figure out a way to deal with Qiu Ya.
However, he currently only controls Lian Sicheng's body; he has neither his power nor his business acumen.
Dealing with the Qiu family's daughter is no easy task.
Huo Beian thought for a moment and realized that perhaps using the power of public opinion was the only way to deal with Qiu Ya.
As if he had thought of something, Huo Beian sent a WeChat message to Song Ning.
[Honey, are you asleep?]
[I'm sleeping. What's wrong?]
[Wife, I love you. You must always believe that.]
Why the sudden emotional tone?
Huo Beian's eyes darkened, thinking to himself, "Wife, perhaps I'll have to make you suffer a little."
...
The next morning.
When Song Ning got up, she found that breakfast had been prepared on the table, but Huo Beian was nowhere to be seen.
His message is on WeChat.
[Honey, I'm going to the old house. The password at the door is your birthday. You can settle down here from now on.]
Huo Beian is quite considerate.
Without thinking much about it, Song Ning sat down and began to eat breakfast.
On the other side.
Huo Beian has arrived at the Lian family's old house.
Early in the morning, even the old man called Huo Beian over.
Standing next to him were two men in suits, a lawyer and a notary public.
He took out a will and handed it to him.
"Sicheng, this is my will. It has been notarized. Please take a look."
Huo Beian took the will and flipped through a few pages.
The old man gave 50% of his assets to his eldest son and 50% to his daughter. His shares in the company were given to Lian Sicheng, but on the condition that he marry Qiu Ya in order to inherit them.
Upon seeing this additional entry, Huo Beian knew what this old fox was up to.
He slowly put down the will.
Even the old man spoke up, "Sicheng, I'm giving you all the shares in my company. Those are worth hundreds of billions. As long as you get them, I can guarantee you a comfortable life for several lifetimes. But you must marry Qiu Ya first, otherwise I won't feel at ease."
Huo Beian smiled and readily agreed.
“Great! Grandpa, I couldn’t be happier. After all, who would turn down money?”
Even the old man was a little confused by his reaction.
I thought he would react strongly, but it seems he was overthinking it.
After all, who would turn down money? Giving up billions of assets for a woman would be foolish.
“Very good, this is my grandson.”
Even the old man was very happy. "Then let's set your wedding with Qiu Ya for the beginning of next month. We'll have a wedding of the century. We'll invite all the celebrities. I'll release a preview in the media."
"As Grandpa said."
Huo Beian, however, was thinking about something else.
"No doubt, Sicheng, just sign the will."
Huo Beian then signed the document.
"It's nothing, Grandpa, I'll be going now."
When the old man saw Huo Beian walk out the door, his eyes darkened, and he immediately made a phone call to his assistant.
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