Reborn into Young Master Huo’s Little Fairy

Not far away, stood a woman in a white dress.

Women look a lot like Wen Ruan, both of them are of the type that is beautiful and dusty, especially slender and clean.

The woman also saw Huo Hannian, and there was a hint of surprise in her misty eyes.

"Brother Anian." The woman strode towards Huo Hannian.

Huo Hannian took a few steps back and distanced himself from the woman, "We know?"

For some reason, when he saw a woman, his heart beat suddenly fast.

"Brother Anian, I am Lingling, don't you remember me?"

Huo Hannian's head suddenly ached, and he frowned, "I don't know you."

A sad mist filled the woman's eyes, and she pressed her lower lip tightly, her expression a little gloomy, "Yes, it's been two lives, how can you remember me?"

Huo Hannian became more confused as he listened. He pressed his eyebrows and walked forward only when the woman had a nerve problem.

The woman's sad voice sounded behind Huo Hannian, "Brother Anian, am I late? You still want to marry her after all..."

Hearing the woman's voice, Huo Hannian's temple felt sore.

There seems to be something to break out of the deep memory, but it seems that I can't remember anything.

His tall body shook unsteadily.

At this moment, a small white hand stretched out and supported Huo Han's tall body.

"In the cold year, what's wrong with you?"

Wen Ruan is here.

Seeing Wen Ruan, Huo Han stretched out his arms and hugged her into his arms.

Feeling the stiffness of Huo Hannian's body, Wen Ruan raised his hands and patted him on the back, "What happened?"

Huo Hannian sniffed the breath of Wen Ruan's body, the sharp pain in his brain slowly eased.

He took Wen Ruan's little hand and led her to the hotel.

The woman in the white dress before was gone.

Huo Hannian frowned. Could it be that it was just an illusion that he had appeared?

Huo Hannian took Wen Ruan to the presidential suite and looked at her delicate and delicate face, his thin lips hooked, "I thought you wouldn't come over."

A smile appeared on Wen Ruan's face, "I don't believe in those who can't meet before marriage."

She raised her hand and stroked his sharp outline, "What's the matter with you? His face was so ugly before."

Huo Hannian pulled Wen Ruan onto the bed and sat down, "Ruan Ruan, do you believe in the past and present?"

Wen Ruan was startled when he heard Huo Hannian's words.

"Why do you... suddenly ask that?"

Speaking of past and present, Huo Hannian's head suddenly started to hurt again.

In front of him, it seemed as if countless pictures flashed by.

In the last picture, a sharp knife pierced a woman's chest.

Blood, scarlet blood, dripped all over the ground.

Huo Hannian suddenly raised his head and saw the woman's appearance clearly.

With a delicate and delicate face, black and white deer eyes, snow-white delicate muscles, and long black and smooth hair, who is it if it's not Wen Ruan?

She slowly uttered three words from her thin lips, "I hate you—"

The blue veins on Huo Hannian's forehead protruded, "Ruan Ruan, don't hate me! Don't hate me!"

Wen Ruan quickly hugged Huo Hannian, "A-nian, I'm here, why would I hate you?"

They have gone through so much, and it is too late for her to love him, how could she hate him?

Huo Hannian looked at Wen Ruan with dark eyes, "Ruan Ruan, in fact, I never understand. Back then, at school, you always hated me and regarded me as your enemy. Why did you suddenly treat me well?"