Chapter 89 The 90s Hong Kong tycoon's stunner actress 30

"Don't push so hard."

Huo Linyuan's voice was hoarse, helpless yet slightly doting, his hot breath blowing against his ears.

Her face flushed red and she took another bite mischievously.

Huo Linyuan groaned and buried his head in her neck, his chest rising and falling, constantly pressing against her chest, his shoulders pressing heavily on her.

The car occasionally bumped over the potholes.

All of them.

A muffled groan.

Until the car stopped in the Huo family's garden, Huo Linyuan just maintained this posture and did not dare to act presumptuously again.

The driver in front got out of the car wisely. He was thankful that the partition was basically soundproof and bulletproof to protect Mr. Huo. Otherwise, with the car shaking a few times, he was really afraid that he would hear something he shouldn't have heard.

The car stopped for a long time. Lin Muqing pushed Huo Linyuan's shoulder. Her hand was still very soft. To him, it felt like being pressed by a cat's paw.

Huo Linyuan lowered his head, pecked the rosy little face, and slowly backed away.

"Don't touch me again." He sounded fierce for once, but his voice was still very soft.

"Got it." Lin Muqing responded sullenly and went to change clothes.

After getting off the car, Huo Linyuan held her hand again before entering the Huo's house. She was such a nuisance that she didn't obey his promise not to touch her.

Lin Muqing glanced at him coquettishly.

Huo Linyuan pinched her palm, making her laugh again.

The housekeeper saw the two holding hands, looking happy as if he had won a big prize. He met Mr. Huo's unsatisfied eyes and called out, "Hello, Miss Lin. Mr. Huo, I'm going back to the backyard to sleep first."

After the housekeeper slipped away, they were the only two left in the huge villa.

"Will Huo Yuheng come back?" Lin Muqing subconsciously looked towards the sofa.

"He went abroad again." Huo Linyuan said casually and led her upstairs.

Lin Muqing looked around and found that the structure was almost the same as in his dream, including his room.

The luxurious decoration doesn't look like that of the 1990s at all, it's all imported from abroad.

Huo Linyuan went to the cloakroom and took out a pink box. It looked like a square box for dresses and was tied with a light pink ribbon. It was a very dreamy pink.

Her heart couldn't help but beat wildly. She took it with both hands and asked, "When did you buy it?"

"Put it on and see if it fits." He measured it based on the embrace he had that night and didn't know if it would fit.

Then Huo Linyuan went to the cloakroom, took a white shirt and white trousers and went next door.

The door was closed.

She opened the box, and inside was a light pink dress with a very stylish design. It was calf-length, with a square neckline and puff sleeves. The soft fabric was very high-quality, and the hem could fold out. Suddenly she noticed the lougou on the box, which was the same as the pink pearl necklace she was wearing.

So, was it originally given to her yesterday?

Take off some dirty clothes and put them on with joy.

"It fits so well."

It's not completely slim-fitting, but very tight, with some looseness, and with her milky white skin, she is surprisingly eye-catching and beautiful.

She opened the door and went out.

"Mr. Huo?"

She leaned her head over the railing and looked downstairs. The man had already changed his clothes and was sitting on the sofa.

He turned around and saw the girl walking down slowly, like a delicate and charming rose.

“Does it look good?”

She threw herself into his arms, and he slowly hooked her left hand, twisted his fingertips in the air, and made her spin around.

The hem of her skirt spread out a wreath of fluffy, flowing flowers that dazzled his eyes.

"When I saw it, I thought it was perfect for you."

Then he hooked her hand and pushed her a little and turned her back. Lin Muqing reflexively danced the standard ballroom dance posture.

Huo Linyuan hugged her slender waist, pressed her towards himself, squinted his eyes lazily, and smiled a little.

"Hmm? You can dance?"

"I haven't done it, but I've seen people do it on TV."

Huo Linyuan thought again of her almost perfect imitation ability.

"So you still want me to teach you?"

"Because I want to dance with Mr. Huo. If I don't say that, will you agree?"

"You tell me, and I'll agree."

She smiled with satisfaction.

Then make an invitation gesture.

The two danced gracefully and slowly in the living room.

The phonograph's song is melodious and graceful, under the sparkling crystal lamp.

Huo Linyuan was fascinated by her smile, but he didn't want to go any further. Today had been too much.

Send her home at ten o'clock.

Lin Muqing understood his thoughts and didn't want to leave the impression of a tough girl, so the two of them parted ways.

But after falling asleep at night.

She fell into a dream again.

It was a very real feeling, but I was still in the living room, still wearing the same dress.

The two of them danced slowly, but the difference was that it was almost while she was conscious.

When she turned around, Huo Linyuan hugged her from behind.

A tall figure loomed over her from behind and whispered in her ear, "Qingqing."

"Mr. Huo." She shrank her neck.

These three words seemed like some kind of secret code. Huo Linyuan could hardly believe it. He was dreaming again.