Chapter 117 It's Your Turn to Feed Me

This was the first time Li Luo opened up to Shang Wanwan and talked about herself.

Shang Wanwan knew that Li Luo was sensitive but not fragile, and she seldom revealed her emotions.

Li Luo is an orphan who was adopted by several families. However, she was not the type of obedient girl, so she was always sent back to the orphanage.

After finally growing up to the age of 18, she was deceived by a man again. It was not until she met Jin Jingxiao that she finally escaped from the sea of ​​suffering.

Li Luo's childhood was tragic. Even though he grew up well-dressed and had the title of a celebrity, he still lacked confidence deep down.

She often uses a strong appearance to cover herself up, and Shang Wanwan doesn't know where to start when he wants to care about her.

"No parent would intentionally abandon their child. Li Luo, I support you in finding your biological parents. If you bring personal emotions with you, why bother finding them?"

Shang Wanwan listened to Li Luo's words and thought about her own life experience which was also difficult to determine.

"Forget it, let's not talk about this. I'll be back home the day after tomorrow, and I'll come find you then."

Li Luo took a last deep puff of his cigarette and let his long hair flutter in the night breeze.

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The relationship between Shang Wanwan and Huo Dongming returned to what it was before.

She would get up in the morning, make him breakfast, and start sorting his clothes.

The difference is that during the three years she was doing these things, she was very worried and Zhang's mother never saw the word "happy" on her face.

These days, Shang Wanwan is happy.

Everything she did was filled with such satisfaction.

Shang Wanwan didn't know if she started to have feelings for Huo Dongming again. She thought she just didn't want to let herself down.

She had to choose between happiness and awkwardness, allowing Huo Dongming to continue to torture her physically and mentally.

Huo Dongming went to work at the company and would call her during his breaks.

He would also come back to have lunch with her at noon, which hadn't happened in three years.

They lived a real family life.

In the afternoon, Shang Wanwan went to Mrs. Chen's house.

Mrs. Chen would call every day to check on her when she was not attending classes.

She was very moved.

Mrs. Chen saw that her face was rosy and she looked better than before, with smiles in the corners of her eyes and eyebrows.

"I went to see you, but Master Huo refused. I thought you were under house arrest, but now it seems he is protecting you and he treats you very well."

There was a faint blush on Shang Wanwan's face.

Mrs. Chen was the first person she knew who said that Huo Dongming was good to her.

This was certainly the case during this period.

"By the way, I'm going to hold an art exhibition next Friday and I'd like to invite you to participate."

Mrs. Chen took out the gold-stamped invitation letter and Shang Wanwan took it.

"Mrs. Chen, are you going to hold an art exhibition?"

She was a little surprised. She knew that Mrs. Chen was also very knowledgeable about painting, but it was said that she had not produced any new works for many years.

"Yes, I have been preparing for it for a while. I haven't held an art exhibition for a long time."

Her talents were hampered by the loss of her daughter.

I can't even muster the energy to teach my son.

But after meeting Shang Wanwan, Mrs. Chen seemed to have gained spiritual strength.

"Wanwan, has anyone told me that we look alike?"

Mrs. Chen's sudden question surprised Shang Wanwan a little, but soon she realized that it was Mrs. Chen who was lifting her up.

She narrowed her eyes slightly, with a faint smile on the corners of her lips.

"Mrs. Chen, you are excellent. How can I compare with you?"

Shang Wanwan was very humble, and Mrs. Chen seemed hesitant to speak.

“I hope you can come that day.”

Shang Wanwan accepted Mrs. Chen's kindness. After teaching Chen Xin, Mrs. Chen asked her driver to take Shang Wanwan home.

Huo Dongming also returned home on time and brought a bouquet of flowers for Shang Wanwan.

“Did the class go well today?”

Shang Wanwan nodded and took out Mrs. Chen's invitation: "Mrs. Chen is going to hold an art exhibition, I want to go."

Huo Dongming took it, looked through the contents, and then returned it to Shang Wanwan.

"Do you need me to go with you?"

He asked, pulling her into his arms with tender eyes, and lowering his head to kiss her.

Shang Wanwan put her hand on him, her ears slightly red.

"No, the servants are watching."

"We are at home, let them watch if they want."

How could Huo Dongming care about what the servants thought, and he didn't care if they gossiped behind his back.

If he heard any disrespectful words in their words, his career in the Huo family would be completely over.

No one would be stupid enough to go against the boss for a million-dollar annual salary just to help Huo Dongming clean and trim dead branches.

Mother Zhang and her servants served dinner.

The table was filled with Shang Wanwan's favorite seafood. Huo Dongming peeled the shrimps for her personally. He served her but seldom ate them himself.

Shang Wanwan's eating movements were naturally elegant, and every move she made was filled with the nobility that a lady should have.

Huo Dongming fed her a mouthful and then came over.

"Do it once later?"

It's not a question, it's a request.

In the twilight, she lowered her head slightly, revealing her entire swan neck, gentle and intellectual.

Huo Dongming's hand also came up and hugged her waist.

Shang Wanwan felt a little uncomfortable, and his legs moved over restlessly, rubbing her long legs that were exposed.

She had no appetite for dinner.

Huo Dongming fed her patiently and teased her under the table at the same time.

"Dong, Ming——"

Can she even have a good meal?

"Come on, open your mouth."

He fed her again, and under Huo Dongming's fiery gaze, Shang Wanwan struggled to finish the most difficult meal of her life.

So when Huo Dongming asked her if she wanted to eat more, she just nodded randomly.

If this continued, she was afraid that he would do the same as before and knock her down at the dining table.

No one knew Huo Dongming better than her. His hands were already clasped around her waist, and he simply held her on his lap.

"The servants have gone."

He buried his head deeply in her long hair, smelling the scent of shampoo, feeling a little distracted.

Shang Wanwan's hand accidentally rested on his chest. Through the clothes, it was like touching velvet wrapped in a block of iron, and the scalding heat passed through her fingertips.

Shang Wanwan's face also started to heat up. Huo Dongming gently hooked her chin and put his lips close to her ear.

"What are you thinking about, huh?"

His eyes darkened a lot, and he looked at her intently.

"No, nothing."

Shang Wanwan felt embarrassed. Even if the servants had left, they were still in this big house.

She hooked her arms around his neck and her voice was as soft as a cat's.

"Can we go upstairs?"

She gave in, and Huo Dongming got what he wanted.

"good--"

He picked her up and kissed her as they walked.

Shang Wanwan hugged his neck tightly, afraid of falling off him.

He was always impatient.

"Are you full?"

His voice was hurried through their breaths, and Shang Wanwan was almost out of breath from his kiss.

"I'm full, I'm full—"

"When you're full, it's your turn to feed me..."

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