Chapter 40 I Don’t Like Women
After hearing Bu Yan's words, Huo Gannian next to him narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Yun Chen carefully again.
Since the day she came back from her business trip, Huo Gannian had looked at her carefully many times.
She had no major injuries, just a few bruises and shallow cuts.
But she had lost a lot of weight. The little weight that Old Master Huo had given her was all lost during this assignment.
Unlike Ye Yan and the others who were becoming stronger and stronger, Yun Chen seemed unable to grow stronger no matter what he did, and his body was as small as a woman.
Huo Gannian looked at him with an uneasy feeling, "Yun Chen, do you like being sent on business trips abroad?"
Yun Chen answered without a second thought: "I like it! I can do my work and have fun outside at the same time, it's great!"
Huo Gannian nodded and said, "Then let's continue with it in the future."
At this moment, Ye Yan laughed knowingly and teased from the side:
"I know why this guy is so fierce right now. He must have wooed some girl! Hehe!"
As soon as these words came out, several people immediately exploded. Hua Jue directly locked Yun Chen's neck and laughed:
"Tell me the truth! Who is this girl from? I'll go and give you a proper look!"
Buyan stamped his feet anxiously: "Tell me quickly! Is the girl pretty? Is she fair? Is her waist soft? Tell me now, you little brat! I'm so anxious!"
Yun Chen's face turned red from being strangled by Hua Jue, and he shouted, "I didn't do that! What nonsense are you talking about!"
Huo Gannian held the wine glass beside him, took a sip, and said calmly:
"Yun Chen is thin-skinned, please don't bother."
Hua Jue let go of her hand, but continued to ask Ye Yan questions. Bu Yan was only concerned about whether the girl's waist was soft.
Yun Chen was choked and coughed repeatedly. He saw a cup of tea being handed to him. Without seeing who handed it to him, he took it and drank it. Only then did he calm down.
Yun Chen didn't know why this gossip came out, and he didn't know how to explain it. He got anxious and his face turned even redder.
A few people thought she was just shy and made more noise.
After drinking for a long time, the four of them were making a lot of noise, and Huo Gannian was listening quietly beside them.
By the end of the drinking, all four of them were a little drunk.
In order to prevent others from making fun of her, Yun Chen also drank a lot, far more than her usual alcohol tolerance.
Hua Jue was tongue-tied. He put his arm around Yun Chen's shoulders from the left, saying "You are my brother" and then "I am your brother".
Buyan hugged Yun Chen from the right, and drunkenly muttered into Yun Chen's ear endlessly, his mouth never idle from beginning to end.
Yun Chen just treated him as background noise and didn't hear a single word he said.
Ye Yan barely managed to control himself from drinking too much, and walked into the yard with a slightly shaky step, determined to take a look around.
By the time Huo Gannian came over to help Yun Chen, Hua Jue and Buyan were already completely drunk and passed out on the low table, snoring loudly.
Yun Chen opened her eyes dazedly, only to see Huo Gannian's wheelchair parked in front of her, her chin facing his knees.
She raised her face and looked at him with drunken eyes.
He also looked at her deeply without saying a word.
They stared at each other for a long time with their eyes intertwined.
Looking at Huo Gannian's straight nose and slightly upturned phoenix eyes, I thought that even if he smiled, there was always a lingering gloom in his eyes.
Thinking of the trust that she had never repaid wholeheartedly... Yun Chen's nose suddenly felt sore and tears fell.
She hugged his legs and cried:
"Young Master...I...I'm sorry!"
He stiffened slightly, and asked after a while:
"Which girl do you... like?"
"Ah?" Yun Chen raised his head, wiped his tears, and looked confused and helpless: "I really don't... I don't like women..."
He was stunned for a moment, seemingly unable to comprehend the weight of her words.
She lay on his lap again and said, "Young Master... I'm so sorry..."
It was as if he finally understood what "not liking women" meant. He was surprised and happy, joyful and panicked. For a moment, his heart was filled with complicated feelings and he didn't know how to respond.
How could she know what was going on in his heart? She only felt the alcohol rising to her head, her mind was in a fuss, and she felt so uncomfortable that she just wanted to find a comfortable position to sleep.
She rubbed her head against his legs, put her arms around his waist, and murmured:
"Young Master...why isn't your waist soft..."
He grabbed her hand and said in a hoarse voice:
"I can't move below my thighs, but I'm fine above them! Give me—"
He had just said half of his words when she suddenly stood up and put her face in front of him, nose to nose, and swallowed the rest of his words.
She supported herself on the wheelchair armrests with both hands and looked into his eyes intently. Her reflection was clearly visible in his phoenix eyes.
He held his breath for some reason, feeling his heart hanging in the sky for an instant.
She breathed out the aroma of wine and asked in a unclear voice:
"Master, do I look like a dog to you?"
She vaguely remembered that Yan Shijiu said she was a loyal dog.
After she finished speaking, she felt her hands suddenly lose strength and she fell down again.
He breathed a sigh of relief and thought to himself, you are indeed a bitch!
She hugged his legs and began to talk nonsense in grievance, but she heard him ask:
"You said you were sorry to me just now, so how are you going to compensate me?"
She straightened up, rubbed her dizzy head, blinked her eyes and thought seriously:
"I'll make it up to you with myself."
This answer made his heart skip a beat.
He raised his eyebrows slightly, his eyes were deep, and he slowly leaned towards her.
Looking at the drunken and rosy little face in front of him, he slowly reached out, hooked her chin, kneaded it gently, and pulled it in front of him.
His tone was dangerous and seductive:
"Use yourself to compensate? Where to use?" Ten thousand answers and ten thousand confusions flashed through his mind quickly.
He didn't dare to grab any of them.
He couldn't help but exert more force with his hands, staring at her red lips and looking into those hazy, soft and defenseless eyes, as if she would fall down obediently if he pushed her.
There was a slight tremor in his voice:
"Yun Chen, think about it first - how are you going to compensate me?"
She was frightened a little by the dangerous and confusing aura around him.
Looking into his eyes, she raised her hand to her heart:
"Use here—use my heart."
His whole body went numb and his pupils suddenly constricted.
For a moment, he almost leaned forward and pounced, feeling like he was about to kiss the face in his hands regardless of anything.
But the next moment, his legs, which had lost all feeling, felt like stones, and he couldn't move at all.
His Adam's apple moved slightly, and he swallowed hard. Finally, he let out a long breath and leaned back in his chair weakly.
He understood that the heart she was talking about was a true heart that she would protect until death.
After realizing this, all the surging emotions gradually subsided, and Yun Chen was completely drunk and fell into a deep sleep.
He was the only one in the room who hadn't drunk any alcohol, yet he was drunker than anyone else.
He called Runhe and a few servants, and after settling the drunk Yunchen and the other three, he went to the study alone.
On the large rosewood table were two thick stacks of letter paper and books.
On the left is a pile of letter papers, all of which contain information about unreported overseas assignments over the past three months.
He is not a talkative person, but when he writes letters, they are always long and they always mention Yun Chen.
He had read each letter many times, and he unconsciously circled Yun Chen's name with his pen.
On the right is a pile of books containing the Huo family's more than 300 lengthy and boring family rules.
The brand new pages were all copied by him, stroke by stroke.
He sat quietly at the table for a long time.
No one knows whether his heart is filled with turbulent waves or flourishing flowers.
Not until the candle was almost burned out did he slowly turn his wheelchair and throw the newly copied family rules into the fire.
The pages of the book burned vigorously, and the flames reflected his melancholy face.
He returned to his desk, picked up a new book, and began to write quietly:
"The first rule of the Huo family is..."
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