Chapter 62: Chapter 62 Mada’s Joy, What is It?
Qiao Xi frantically pushed Huo Xingzhou away, but the man deliberately defied her, hugging her and kissing her incessantly.
“Mr. Huo, um…soone is coming.”
“I know.”
He kissed her enough, and Qiao Xi’s heart continued to race wildly.
Only when the person outside had reached the entrance did he finally let go of her.
“Wow! I’ve co at a bad ti, haven’t I?” Sun Weing, holding a large courier box in his hands, looked with interest at the entangled man and woman on the floor.
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Her face flushed like peach blossoms, her clothes disheveled.
Her lips were red and swollen, obviously sothing was amiss.
“Huo Xingzhou, are you playing such big gas now?” Sun Weing made himself comfortable on the sofa, pouring himself a cup of warm water.
With a tone of sympathy, he said, “I understand how you feel. Sotis when a man can’t perform, he seeks excitent. The more thrilling, the better. I recomnd you try the office with floor-to-ceiling windows on a high floor next ti. Usually, those windows are one-way, you can see outside, but no one can see you.”
“Very stimulating.”
He talked on and on as if he had a wealth of experience.
Qiao Xi really wanted to crawl into a hole: “Young Master Sun, what exactly are you here for?”
She stood up to straighten her clothes and pretended to struggle as she helped Huo Xingzhou to his wheelchair. Sun Weing didn’t even notice that Huo Xingzhou’s legs could already walk.
He gulped down the water and put the cup down.
“I ca to see you guys. I saw there was a package at the door, so I brought it in.”
As Sun Weing said this, he suddenly turned to Huo Xingzhou and asked, “Mrs. Le, what is it? Seasoning?”
Qiao Xi grew even more mortified.
Young Master Sun’s curiosity was strong, relentless until he got an answer.
He turned the courier box to face them and poked heavily at the blue letters “Mrs. Le” on the box, with the sender’s na being Zhou Yu.
“Why is Zhou Yu sending so many spices to your ho?”
“Young Master Sun, just put the things aside. That’s not important.” Qiao Xi’s embarrassnt was through the roof.
Young Master Sun shook his head, “Zhou Yu is a person of taste, I want to see what exactly he has sent.”
He took the fruit knife from the coffee table and sliced open the courier tape. Qiao Xi wanted to stop him but was held back by Huo Xingzhou.
Young Master Sun opened the box, which was filled with small boxes.
It seed there were over a hundred.
Both the front and back were printed with explicit advertising slogans.
“Tsk.”
He quickly closed the box, “Sorry to disturb.”
With so many, how long would it take to use them all?
Sun Weing’s gaze wandered over Huo Xingzhou’s legs. Was Huo Xingzhou planning to blow bubbles with all these trinkets?
Sure enough, n who can’t perform tend to beco perverted.
“What are you looking at?” Huo Xingzhou asked indifferently, his eyes filled with chilly intent.
“Huo Er, I think people should accept reality, don’t be too hard on yourself, too much is as bad as a shortage.” Sun Weing spoke tactfully.
Infertility is indeed painful.
“These were prepared for you,” said Huo Xingzhou, without changing his expression.
Sun Weing hesitated, “Really? Do you have such high expectations of ?”
“Mhm.”
“Good bro!”
Sun Weing was indeed hoodwinked and clung to the box of “Mrs. Le.”
“I’ll take it with after I finish the acupuncture. Wait… as soon as our confidentiality agreent expires, I’ll make sure to use them all up quickly.”
Sun Weing had already started to calculate: ten per box, so with a hundred boxes, that’s a thousand. He’s twenty-five this year, so according to experts’ advice, he should probably…
“Young Master Sun, co with , please. Let’s go upstairs for acupuncture,” said Qiao Xi, interrupting him, eager to change the subject.
“Okay.”
Acupuncture was arranged in the guest room on the second floor, which was fully equipped.
All three took the indoor lift upstairs.
Sun Weing eagerly pushed Huo Xingzhou’s wheelchair.
Once in the room, Sun Weing naturally stripped off his clothes. Before Qiao Xi could stop him, he was left in nothing but boxers, skillfully lying face down on the therapy bed.
“Co on, Fairy, stick it to hard.”
His skin was pale, clearly unaccustod to hardship from being pampered all his life.
Huo Xingzhou looked at him coldly, casually picked up a bath towel, and threw it over him, saying, “Qiao Xi, I’ll do the needling.”
“You’re trying to murder !” Sun Weing shouted as soon as he heard this.
Qiao Xi pursed her lips in a smile, her eyes curving slightly.
“Better let do it.”
She opened the dicine box, took out the set of Golden Needles, and after carefully sterilizing them, her fingers searched for acupoints on Sun Weing’s back and quickly inserted the needles in.
Huo Xingzhou’s gaze was icy as it fell upon Sun Weing’s back.
Sun Weing felt a chill to his core.
“Relax,” Qiao Xi said, patting his shoulder and neck.
“Mm-hmm.”
Sun Weing obediently lay there, his thoughts already wandering to the future.
He calculated again and said, “That stash of Taitai Le can last eight years, a month, and ten days.”
Qiao Xi didn’t understand how he could calculate it so precisely to the day.
Huo Xingzhou snorted.
He was about to say sothing when his cell phone vibrated.
Upon seeing the number, he hung up imdiately, then turned off his phone.
His ears were blessed with instant quiet.
It didn’t take long.
Aunt Qian knocked on the door again, “Young Master, there’s a call from abroad.”
“Hang up.”
Huo Xingzhou said in a firm tone.
“I’ve hung up several tis already,” Aunt Qian said helplessly. “But the calls keep coming in, and she’s very emotional! I’m worried sothing might happen…”
“Got it.”
Huo Xingzhou’s expression darkened as he maneuvered his wheelchair out the door.
Qiao Xi was a bit curious; he had been receiving too many strange calls lately.
“Hey,” Sun Wei called out, drawing her attention, “you and Huo Xingzhou have been married for so long, has there never been… I an, if he can’t, it must be tough for you.”
Qiao Xi was embarrassed.
“Don’t be shy. Intimacy is the best way to foster a relationship, especially for couples like you who got together midway without a foundation of affection.”
Sun Weing, offering bad advice, said, “When you have so free ti, you could look for Zhou Yu, he has a lot of good stuff. I’ve heard about it; sotis it doesn’t have to be Huo Xingzhou… you know.”
She didn’t want to know!
Qiao Xi took out a needle and inserted it into his Yan Acupoint.
“Lie still, no talking.”
Sun Weing opened his mouth but had to give up.
Heck, he just worried Qiao Xi was getting the short end of the stick.
Now that Huo Xingzhou was soaring high, his side wouldn’t be short of scheming orioles and swallows.
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Haicheng City Hospital.
Huo Beiting, carrying a takeout bag from the restaurant, walked reluctantly down the corridor. His eyes were shadowed, his heart filled with resentnt.
The old man didn’t want to give him shares, only the title of a vice-president in na without real power, and none of the company people respected him.
Even Su Weiwei started getting out of line, but thankfully she got pregnant, making it hard for her to find soone else.
As for the old patriarch, hopefully, he would see the situation clearly. Their faction was the most dutiful.
Huo Beiting arrived at room 2108 to find the door partly ajar.
Familiar voices conversed inside, and his face showed surprise.
He peeked through the crack and, sure enough!
He stood outside without entering, curious to hear what they were saying.
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