Shu Xin turned around and glanced at Huo Yanqing secretly, only to see his handsome back as he turned and walked out. He had a sweetheart, what does it have to do with him whether she was beautiful or not
The excitement in Shu Xin's heart disappeared instantly.
Shu Xin looked out the window along the way, not daring to look at Huo Yanqing, because whenever she saw him, Shu Xin would think of his sweetheart, and she would feel very uncomfortable.
I don't know how long it took, but the car passed through a large black carved iron door and passed two rows of soldiers with live ammunition.
Shu Xin was shocked.
When putting on makeup and changing clothes, Shu Xin had thought that it should be a more important dinner party if it was so solemn, but she never expected that the scene would be so solemn and powerful.
The man next to her seemed to sense her nervousness, and turned his head to comfort her softly: "Don't be afraid, just stay with me for a while."
How could he not be afraid? This solemn atmosphere, as well as the real guns on the serious-looking soldiers, were full of cold air, sending chills down one's spine.
The car stopped.
Song Li helped Huo Yanqing out of the car and opened Shu Xin's door, "Miss Shu, we're here."
Shu Xin frowned and didn't dare to get out of the car. It wasn't that Shu Xin was timid, but that she had never seen such a scene before. Shu Xin felt that even the luxurious buildings here had an air of iron-clad coldness.
The surrounding air was like the low pressure before a violent storm, making Shu Xin breathless.
At some point, Huo Yanqing came to Shu Xin's side and stretched out his long, strong hands towards her, "Don't be nervous, I'm here with you."
Shu Xin pursed her lips and stared at Huo Yanqing's elegantly skeletal hand, hesitated for a moment, and finally put her small hand into Huo Yanqing's big palm. The familiar dry and warm touch of his palm gradually relaxed her nervous mood.
Huo Yanqing held Shu Xin's little hand and walked towards the majestic and tall villa in front of her.
Shu Xin saw that Huo Yanqing's steps were steady and free, and she didn't need her to lead the way at all. She asked in a low voice, "Does Fifth Uncle come here often?"
"Yeah." Huo Yanqing was silent for two seconds and added, "I used to come here often, but now I rarely come."
This is the residence of the military and political chiefs of China.
This used to be his home.
After Huo Yanqing's father, second brother and fourth brother died in that special operation, their family moved to Fancheng and left the country's military and political institutions.
The two of them entered the hall, and a woman with a voluptuous figure and an elegant smile came over, "Yanqing, you are finally here..."
Fu Zhilei came to Huo Yanqing with joy, only to find that there was a woman standing next to Huo Yanqing, and Huo Yanqing, who never liked being close to women, was actually holding this woman's hand.
The smile on Fu Zhilei's face faded instantly, and she looked at Shu Xin with a hostile look, "Who are you? Why did you come to my house? You are not welcome here."
"Leilei, please stop being rude!" A deep and powerful voice came from the hall.
Shu Xin raised her eyes and saw a tall, middle-aged man, about fifty years old, wearing a meticulous Mao suit, walking towards them.
Huo Yanqing called out to the visitor, "Uncle Yao."
Fu Zhengyao smiled gently, with respect and concern for the junior Huo Yanqing in his eyes, "Xiaowu is here, this person next to you is..."
"A friend." Huo Yanqing clenched her little hand as she spoke, tilted her head and said to Shu Xin, "Xin'er, my name is Uncle Yao."
Xin'er? !
Shu Xin's heart trembled when she heard these two words. When did their relationship become so close