The Slum Girl and Her Billionaire Husband

He raised his hand to help Huo Niannian put the hair on her forehead behind her ear, "It depends on your performance tonight. "    

    

Huo Niannian leaned back and let go of Gu Tingshen's arm as well. She said unhappily, "Every time you tempt me, I will not fall for it. "    

    

"Are you Huo Niannian?" Gu Tingshen pulled his body away and looked at Huo Niannian's face with a frown. He seemed to be deep in thought. "Your intelligence should not be so high. "    

    

"I'm not stupid. " Huo Niannian clamored. She crossed her arms and turned her face to look outside the window. Her face was even pinched by Gu Tingshen.    

    

She was so angry that she died.    

    

The road back was a little strange. The scenery on the road disappeared one by one in Huo Niannian's eyes.    

    

Everything that happened at that moment made her feel as if she had fallen into a quagmire filled with conspiracies.    

    

From the time Gu Tingshen was stabbed until now, these people were all plotting against their lives.    

    

As for Yang Qin, Huo Niannian did not know what her purpose was. Right and wrong could not be defined as right and wrong.    

    

Whether she risked her life to protect and also had a purpose, this was also something that gave Huo Niannian a headache.    

    

Huo Niannian felt tired and scared. She really wanted to escape from the chaotic and complicated relationship. . .    

    

The bustling and bustling of the tall buildings faded away and what entered her eyes was a low house. Occasionally, there were people who lit up their lights and the further ahead they went, the more desolate it became until they saw the woodland.    

    

"Where are we going?" Huo Niannian finally reacted and went to ask Gu Tingshen.    

    

Gu Tingshen smiled and picked up the walkie-talkie on the side. "We can start now. "    

    

Huo Niannian was puzzled and puzzled. In the next second, a star with a red tail quietly rose into the sky in the distant sky. It bloomed in Huo Niannian's surprised and expectant eyes.    

    

"It's fireworks. . . " Huo Niannian remembered the conversation between Gu Tingshen and Zhou Haoqin at noon. It turned out that it was tonight.    

    

The car drove down the countryside road and drove towards a wide open space. Huo Niannian saw a few motorcycle cars parked there.    

    

Gu Tingshen's car had just stopped when the racers started the motorcycle. There were fireworks at the back of their cars. As long as the car drove up, it would bring out a beautiful firework trail.    

    

However, the sky did not stop. Stars rose one after another and bloomed one by one. Only the sound of fireworks exploding could be heard.    

    

The motorcycle performance was very short. When they drove away, they showed off their gorgeous driving skills. They lifted the head of the motorcycle with a colorful tail, like a horse with its head held high and its chest puffed up, and the sound of their hooves galloping far away.    

    

The sun in the northwest had already disappeared under a red and purple flaming cloud. The sky was illuminated by the fireworks, and the moon and stars were dim and lightless.    

    

After marrying Gu Tingshen, Huo Niannian had seen everything. Fireworks and fireworks were normal, but to her restless heart, this firework was a grand pacifying ceremony. It brought her away from the terrifying mud pool for the time being.    

    

When she came back from Thailand, she found out that the people on the plane had all died tragically. Huo Niannian was depressed. After experiencing Ye Man's matter, she was physically and mentally exhausted.    

    

She did not know when the black hand behind her back would be pulled out, and she did not know how many hands it actually had.    

    

Huo Niannian did not tell Gu Tingshen about these things, but he found out. Huo Niannian leaned into Gu Tingshen's arms, her eyes moist.    

    

The two of them leaned against the front of the car and watched the fireworks explode between the stars. The shape of the fireworks was their name.    

    

Fireworks were extravagant and romantic things, fleeting but gorgeous for a lifetime.    

    

Huo Niannian thought of a sentence: Love rises from the east and falls from the west, romantic till death.    

    

Life was short like fireworks. They would use their only life to tell each other their deep love, day and night, until death.