Chapter 5 Blushed, kissed by the young master

In the villa, Aunt Qian was crying her heart out.

Seeing Qiao Xi and Du Yan coming back, she wiped her tears and said, "Madam, the eldest master brought a doctor into the young master's room and drew a large tube of blood."

"Where are the people?"

"Still in the room."

Du Ya covered her chest and rushed up the stairs in a hurry. Her high heels twisted and hurt her ankle. Seeing this, Qiao Xi quickly supported her.

"Thank you." Du Ya's voice was tense and choked.

When they reached the entrance of the corridor, they saw that the door of the master bedroom was open.

A young man wearing gold-rimmed glasses and sharp eyes. His hair was neatly combed and he was wearing expensive clothes. He looked at them with a smile on his face. His eyes swept across Qiao Xi's face, with a bit of coldness.

"Aunt, this is the bumpkin from the countryside, right? A man as talented as Xingzhou can only marry a village woman now."

"Huo Beiting, what exactly do you want to do?" Du Yan asked coldly.

Huo Beiting said proudly, "I followed Grandpa's orders to bring a doctor to examine Xingzhou. What did Second Aunt misunderstand?"

"Have you finished the inspection? Please leave."

"Second Aunt, please don't talk to me like that. Our first branch has been looking for Mr. Cheng Han for Grandpa these years. We have more clues than you, the second branch."

The old man of the Huo family was seriously injured when he was young. In winter, his limbs and joints would be in unbearable pain. He sought treatment from famous doctors but could not find a cure. He only placed his hope on Cheng Han, a traditional Chinese doctor.

When he saw Du Ya's ugly face, he was satisfied and smiled smugly: "Second Aunt, I'll leave first."

Huo Beiting was full of vigor and vitality, and all the gloom that had been suppressed by Huo Xingzhou for many years was swept away.

How can a cripple deserve to be the next heir of the Huo family?

Du Ya bit her lip tightly as she watched them leave. Every time she moved her feet, she felt a piercing pain.

"Let me check your injury." Qiao Xi helped her sit down on the porch. Her slender fingers flexibly pressed Du Ya's ankle. "Fortunately, the bones are not injured."

No one knew what she did, but she just twisted her legs a few times and Du Ya's feet were able to touch the ground and walk.

Du Ya looked at the closed door with tears in her eyes, and then shifted her gaze to Qiao Xi, "He... Qiao Xi, can you please take care of Xing Zhou for me? My foot is fine, it's him that's important."

No one knows a child better than his mother.

Huo Beiting made a lot of noise, but no one knew what was going on inside.

He is so proud that he certainly doesn't want his loved ones to see him humiliated.

Qiao Xi was smart and understood it immediately.

She nodded solemnly.

"I'll go in. Aunt Qian, please help my wife to rest."

"Why."

As soon as they left, Qiao Xi opened the door.

It was a mess inside and the ground was a mess.

The man leaned against the edge of the bed, his profile was elegant and unparalleled. His clothes were torn and stained with blood. He turned his head slowly when he heard the noise, and his glance was like the sharpest sword in the world, stinging Qiao Xi's back.

"My mother-in-law asked me to help you clean up."

Qiao Xi bent down, picked up the pillow, documents and cup on the ground and put them away one by one.

A man's deep voice echoed from behind: "Are you here to clean up the room or me?" He had smashed those things on purpose, so what was there to clean up?

If not, how could Huo Beiting believe that he had a mental breakdown and could never recover.

Qiao Xi raised her eyes suddenly, only to see him waving at her with an unexpected look on his face.

"I need to change my clothes."

"...Okay." Qiao Xi took out a set of pure white cotton home clothes from the cloakroom. When she walked to Huo Xingzhou's side, he had already stretched out his hands as a matter of course.

She unbuttoned and pulled off his shirt.

The thinly muscled body was exposed in front of her, cold and white, dazzling her eyes, and her heart was pounding. She quickly put his shirt on, but she was holding his trousers in her hands, feeling worried.

"Wasn't it very majestic when you took off my pants? Why are you pretending to be innocent and shy?" His lips were pale and almost bloodless, and his words were harsh.

Qiao Xi was stunned for a moment, then she gritted her teeth and fiercely pulled open his pants, inch by inch.

Really white.

Really tight.

Such long and powerful legs must be very suitable for farm work.

Huo Xingzhou leaned against the bed, his eyes tightly closed, looking like he had given up. The warm and soft fingers occasionally touched his skin, causing a series of tremors.

"Stretch out your hand."

Qiao Xi twisted a towel and wiped the blood on his arm. The needle hole was obvious, and the skin around it was blue. They deliberately drew so much blood.

Huo Xingzhou's dark eyes swept across her face, and he grabbed her wrist with his backhand. With a force, Qiao Xi fell into the wide bed.

Before she could stand up, his upper body pressed down on her. His hot breath licked her cheeks, and a deep male voice sounded, "What benefits did Huo Beiting give you?"

Qiao Xi's chin was pinched by his hand, forcing her to tilt her neck back and look at him, her clear almond-shaped eyes filled with tears.

"I don't know him."

It turned out that he didn't believe her and was just teasing her before.

Until now, this proud and steady nobleman finally showed his decisive and fierce claws. His right hand was against her soft waist, and his fingertips sank into her waist.

All I could hear was his cold voice mixed with a hint of scoundrelliness: "Do you know what methods were used to interrogate female spies in the past?"

She knows!

No matter which side you go, you can't escape being tortured and being severely tormented.

Qiao Xi twisted her body, trying to break free.

"You pulled my pants down twice, so I'll pull yours down once. Is that not too much?" he added, his fingers touching the side of her leg.

Qiao Xi was so angry that her eyes turned red. She pinched his Jianjing acupoint fiercely with her fingers. Huo Xingzhou's arm felt numb and she let go.

She took the opportunity to roll out of bed, holding up her pants and looking at him warily.

Angry and resentful.

"You...even if you strip me naked, you...you can't do that!" She spoke without thinking, with tears in her eyes and marks on her cheeks. Qiao Xi opened the door and ran out, returning to her room in shame and anger.

The two women who were hiding at the corner of the corridor finally came out.

"The buttons on my clothes are all loose."

"My hair is messy."

"Your face is red. Was it because of the young master's kiss?"

Aunt Qian raised her thumb and praised in a low voice, "Madam, this is a good idea. Let the young mistress take care of the young master." If you use a trick of self-inflicted pain and show sympathy, won't the relationship be fostered?

Du Ya glanced at her sideways and said, "No big deal. I know my son well. He won't suffer a big loss in front of Huo Beiting unless he did it on purpose."

From childhood to adulthood, has Huo Beiting ever been able to get anything done in his hands?

"Young Master is smart. It's up to you."

In the room.

Huo Xingzhou twirled his fingertips, rubbing them again and again.

Soft, feels like marshmallow when squeezed.

He looked down, what did he mean by "he can't do it"!

If he really used some tricks, could she still turn around and escape?

Buzz.

The phone on the bedside table vibrated a few times. Zhou Yu was very efficient. He organized Qiao Xi's life from childhood to adulthood into a detailed document and sent it to her.

Huo Xingzhou casually clicked on the investigation report, his finger paused, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.