After slacking off on the chaebol's son, she was caught and forced to kiss him and cry

Chapter 120 Miaomiao got drunk and cried in front of Huo Xuan

"Fu Shengzhuo, I know you are not telling the truth."

Pei Miao tried hard to stay rational and not to care about those sarcastic words, but she couldn't help but cry.

She wiped the tears from her cheeks, but the more she wiped, the more they appeared.

Surprisingly, a white silk scarf was handed over.

Tears blurred her eyes, and Pei Miao wiped them again. Before she looked up, she heard a voice as cold as ice.

"Why are you crying?"

Pei Miao looked up and saw Huo Xuan.

Hearing the words "Why are you crying?", Fu Shengzhuo's footsteps also stopped where they were. They felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead. He couldn't lift his feet and just stood there in a daze.

Pei Miao took the scarf and wiped the tears from her face. Then she handed the bank card to Huo Xuan, lowered her head, and cried, "Huo Xuan, give him the card."

"The password is his birthday."

Not many people know how painful Pei Miao’s childhood memories are.

Fu Shengzhuo belonged to one person, but now, he has become the best weapon to hurt Pei Miao.

Pei Miao suppressed her impulse, turned around and left, this time without even looking back.

Huo Xuan held the bank card in his phone. The moment Pei Miao disappeared, his dark eyes instantly became darker, as if they were covered with a layer of thick ink that could not be dissolved, making them look even more weird and sinister.

His whole body exuded a creepy dark aura.

"Your name is Fu Shengzhuo."

Fu Shengzhuo turned around. He had single eyelids, but his eyes were large, narrow, and dull. "Yes."

"You made her cry..." Huo Xuan smiled slyly, but without any warmth. His eyes were like a field covered with ice and snow, white and eerie, with no life in them.

The angular face was half bright and half dark, and it was clearly visible that the entire eye circles were red due to anger, as if he was extremely angry, but was suppressing it.

Weird to the extreme.

Fu Shengzhuo frowned slightly. Is Miaomiao really safe with such a person?

The corners of his eyes were red, and his dark eyes were full of hostility. He raised his foot and approached Fu Shengzhuo, and a fierce fist landed on Fu Shengzhuo's face.

Fu Shengzhuo did not fight back.

Let him hit me.

Just consider it an apology to Miaomiao.

Huo Xuan was about to beat him to death, but the bank card in his hand fell to the ground and he suddenly stopped.

Pei Miao picked up the bank card with her fingers that shone with the luster of white jade. There was a cute pattern printed on it, which was the cartoon character that Pei Miao had always liked.

Huo Xuan's dark eyes turned slightly and stopped. He put the bank card into his pocket and took out another black card.

He smiled coldly, his lips twitching: "No password, no upper limit on the amount."

"No matter what your relationship with Pei Miao is."

"Don't let me see you in front of her again, otherwise..." His red eyes narrowed slightly, flashing with morbid excitement: "You're looking for death."

Ah……

Huo Xuan finally stuffed the card into his hand, his eyes like a knife that could torture someone, and he walked away.

Fu Shengzhuo lowered his eyes and looked at the card in his hand. The man's cannibalistic look was still vivid in his mind. No matter how he looked at it, he didn't look like a normal person.

Are his feelings for Miaomiao too abnormal?

That man is with Miaomiao. Is Miaomiao really safe?

Thousands of thoughts rushed into his mind, and Fu Shengzhuo's temples were throbbing, giving him a headache.

…………

Huo Xuan returned to the opera house.

As soon as I opened the door, the pungent smell of alcohol hit my nose.

He turned on the light and saw Pei Miao lying drunk on the ground, surrounded by a pile of empty wine bottles.

Huo Xuan's heart sank. He strode over, squatted down, and helped her up: "Assistant Pei, you've had too much to drink."

"...Yeah, Huo Xuan."

Assistant Pei seemed to be really drunk, his cheeks were flushed, his eyes were misty and he looked dizzy.

There were still traces of tears on her delicate cheeks.

Huo Xuan's eyes dimmed slightly. He raised his hand and gently wiped away the tears on her face.

He felt that these extremely cold tears had turned into boiling hot magma, burning him so much that his whole body ached.

Huo Xuan's throat was dry and he couldn't speak. After thinking for a while, he simply sat next to her and looked at her quietly.

Pei Miao lowered her head and gazed down, looking at her hands hanging on her knees in a daze. There were dense needle holes on the back of her hands, and she looked dazed.

Her head was too low, and Huo Xuan couldn't see her appearance clearly.

After a long silence, Huo Xuan silently reached out and held her hand.

Ask softly: "What's wrong?"

Pei Miao didn't say anything.

Suddenly, he felt something hit the back of his hand.

Huo Xuan was stunned, and with his free hand, he lifted her chin.

Pei Miao's eyes were empty and blurry, staring blankly without focus. She was well-behaved and quiet, not moving at all.

Everything around was very quiet, only her tears, like pearls that had broken off the string, fell one by one on the back of Huo Xuan's hand.

These tears were more like knives stabbing into Huo Xuan's heart.

Huo Xuan's straight black eyelashes drooped as he stared at the pool of tears on the back of his hand. His Adam's apple slid gently as he spoke in a hoarse, gentle voice, as if to comfort someone.

"What happened?"

Pei Miao didn't answer, nor did she move, like a puppet, only tears fell uncontrollably.

There were seven or eight white wine bottles and four or five red wine bottles on the ground.

Pei Miao has a good alcohol tolerance, but today she was completely drunk.

Huo Xuan closed his eyes and gently held her in his arms. Her tears fell on his neck. His neck, soaked by her tears, began to ache, and the pain spread all the way to the bottom of his heart, making him panic.

After a while, when he was sure that she was really drunk, Huo Xuan called out, "Miao Miao."

"You've already run away from me, but you're back now. Does that mean you don't want to leave me?"

"..."

"Miao Miao, you love me very much, don't you?" Huo Xuan said softly, "I love you too."

"What's on your mind? Tell me, okay?"

"actually……"

"I never hated you."

The two of them have been through so much together.

Words and actions can deceive people, but cuteness can’t.

If Pei Miao really didn't love him and just wanted to play with him, why would she change her identity and face and come back to get close to him after escaping?

The time you spend together truly and sincerely can’t deceive anyone.

Huo Xuan always believed that Pei Miao had some unavoidable difficulties.

What he always hated was that Pei Miao pushed him away again and again. Was he really not trustworthy?

But he didn't know that Pei Miao's price was death.

He didn't know how much pain Pei Miao had suffered in the past twenty years due to illness.

He also didn't know that when Pei Miao faced death and her lonely father, she could only choose to hurt him in pain.

In the final analysis, whose fault is it?

It lasted for more than ten minutes before Pei Miao's tears completely stopped.

She lay on Huo Xuan's chest, without any thinking consciousness, just because she was drunk and the sad things had broken her psychological defenses.

She narrated the story according to her memory with a calm expression.

"Do you want to know about my past?"

Huo Xuan's eyelashes twitched, and the strength of his embrace gradually tightened. He said in a hoarse voice, "I do."

Pei Miao's eyes were calm and she did not move.

"Originally, I was supposed to die when I was born."