Chapter 1073 Autistic Huo Shao, Loves to Brush Hair (49)

Su Qiao, who bumped into his tightly bound pectoral muscles and hurt her nose: "..."

Is she tired or not, doesn't she know?

Huo Sihan hugged the person as he wished, his handsome and fair face was so red that he was about to bleed.

He hasn't been close to anyone for years, and he's still hugging each other so close.

Only when he really held her in his arms did he feel that she was smaller than he thought.

So small and so soft.

Just like the little white dog he had when he was a child.

Thinking of the little white dog, his body suddenly froze, and there was even a hint of panic in his eyes.

At this moment, what appeared in my mind was a small mass of creatures that had been skinned alive and lay in a pool of blood, whimpering and trembling in a low voice.

Squatting beside the little thing, the man with blood on his hands was staring at him with a ferocious face, as if telling him that it would be your turn next.

Huo Sihan felt a little flustered in his heart, instinctively hugged the person in his arms, but in the next moment, he suddenly put Su Qiao in the seat next to him reflexively.

"..." Su Qiao, who had already accepted the man's domineering, stared.

Is there something wrong?

I just told him to put him down, but this will suddenly throw her on the seat again.

"sorry."

There was a trace of regret in the man's eyes.

His actions just now were too rude, and she was still ill.

Actually, no one knew that Huo Sihan had a little hobby.

That is, I especially like small and exquisite things, such as kittens, puppies, small hamsters and so on.

But since he was kidnapped at the age of seven, he hasn't raised any of these things.

Looking at his eyes full of apologetics, Su Qiao twisted a scolding in his throat and swallowed it back.

"……never mind."

I had misunderstood him before.

This man is not really cold-hearted, he just doesn't know how to express it.

Or maybe I don't want to have too much contact with people when it's not necessary.

In a word, it is still a bit selfish.

Su Qiao looked at the road ahead and patted the back of the driver's seat in front: "please turn to the right, my things are still in the rental room, I have to clean up."

Yu Hao turned to look at the president.

Huo Sihan nodded, "Listen to her."

The house that Su Qiao rented was actually not far from the cemetery.

In just ten minutes, they had arrived at the old community where she was renting.

A small one-bedroom apartment.

Passing through the dark and narrow corridor, Huo Sihan silently followed behind her.

After entering the living room, he looked at the little white dumpling who suddenly rushed towards him, and instinctively took a big step back, "You...you have a dog..."

"Are you afraid?"

Su Qiao bent down and picked up Xiaoxue, and handed it to the man:

"Don't worry, it's so small that it won't bite."

"Xiaoxue is very cute, its fur is soft and smooth, you can touch it."

Huo Sihan's muscles were tense, his whole body stiffened, and his face became even tighter.

"I... can I not touch it?"

Su Qiao's eyes widened in surprise: "No way? You are a big man, and you are afraid of a puppy?"

"I'm not afraid."

Huo Siyu pursed his lips tightly, squeezed his fist hard, and slowly put his big hand on the back of the little milk dog in front of him.

[Host, you know that since he was kidnapped when he was a child, he has been afraid of puppies, and he has never raised kittens and puppies. You still tease him like this, won't your conscience hurt? 】

444 is really hard to see.

[What do you know, I call it fighting poison with poison. 】

How could Su Qiao not know this?

"Touch it twice and see, is it soft and slippery and comfortable to touch?"