After the Female Supporting Character Who Lost Favor Logged off, Her Ten Older Brothers Went Crazy

  Seeing Huo Yichen like this, Huo Xiuyuan felt so comfortable that he wanted to laugh.

   "Arrogance comes and goes, you and I are no different." Huo Xiuyuan sneered.

  He looked at Huo Yichen contemptuously, especially after seeing the other's wounds, he felt more at ease.

  Huo Xiuyuan laughed vigorously as if he had seized the opportunity, "What Huo Hong dislikes the most is being disobedient."

   "Do you think he will let Murong Qiao marry me?"

  He asked the question on purpose, and after seeing bright and angry flames burning in Huo Yichen's gloomy eyes, he chuckled out loud.

  Huo Xiuyuan doesn't know anything else, but he is good at judging people's moods by looking at people's faces, and now he is stepping on Huo Xiuyuan's thunder point.

   "Don't be so angry." He recklessly added, "It's just a political marriage."

   "It's really not good. Why don't I give it to you after I've played it? You like her so much, so you probably don't mind?"

  Huo Xiuyuan was full of words, but when he said the next sentence, there was no movement.

   Instead, there was a cry of pain, Huo Xiuyuan was punched in the face, and one eye was immediately bloodshot.

  The speed was so fast that Huo Xiuyuan was completely unprepared.

   "Believe it or not, I can kill you right now." Huo Yichen whispered to him softly.

  He withdrew his fist, glanced at the blood stained on his knuckles, and wiped off the crimson in disgust. Together with the host who hated the blood, his brows did not frown, and his expressionless face was a bit inorganic, cold and frightening.

  Huo Xiuyuan covered his nose, feeling the warmth of his palms and slowly took two steps back to distance himself from Huo Yichen, looking at him in horror, afraid that he would do something to him again.

   "You're crazy! Huo Hong is at home!" Huo Xiuyuan pretended to be powerful.

  Actually, if Huo Hong was not at home at this moment, how could Huo Xiuyuan dare to show his teeth and claws in front of Huo Yichen like this.

  Huo Yichen smiled indifferently, "So what if I hear it? Do you think he will favor you?"

  His blatant threat made Huo Xiuyuan dumb for a moment, then his expression immediately became angry.

  Both of them knew very well, with Huo Hong's current balance in mind, if there was a conflict between the two, Huo Yichen would definitely be chosen.

   What's more, this is the front hall, and there is still some distance from Huo Hong's bedroom, so Huo Yichen has no psychological burden to do it.

  Huo Yichen took two steps forward, seeing Huo Xiuyuan retreating in panic but hitting the wall, he sneered mockingly.

  Huo Xiuyuan had the courage out of nowhere at this time, and added without fear of death.

   "You're just trying to be brave at this moment. When Murong Qiao and I get married in a few days, you might not even dare to drink the wedding wine!"

  The fuse was ignited, and Huo Xiuyuan regretted it as soon as the words came out.

  The murderous intent was poured out unscrupulously, and it was all pressed on him, making Huo Xiuyuan almost out of breath, his whole back was covered in cold sweat, and he wanted to run away but couldn't move.

   "Your mouth is really unpleasant, Huo Xiuyuan." Huo Yichen approached him step by step.

  He never felt that Huo Xiuyuan was really his opponent, but the opponent always picked Murong Qiao to speak, which made Huo Yichen, who had always disliked fighting, control his fist to punch the opponent in the face.

  Huo Yichen twitched the corners of his mouth, and gradually narrowed the distance between him and Huo Xiuyuan.

"you-"

   There was a muffled sound.

  Huo Xiuyuan's words were blocked by smashed fruit.

   Before the words fell, Huo Yichen grabbed the other party and pushed them into the fruit plate next to him as the embarrassing ending, which seemed extra ridiculous.

   It was banquet equipment, and it hasn't been removed yet, but Huo Xiuyuan "enjoyed" it.

  Purple-red pulp stuck to his face, eroding so disgustingly.

  Huo Yichen rolled up the sleeves at his wrists, his handsome and cold face was full of impatience at the moment, and his movements also became irritable.

   It is clearly the corners of the lips that are raised, and the eyes that are full of smiles, but there is a sense of coldness and ice-coldness for no reason.

  Huo Xiuyuan was so angry that he couldn't help but increase his voice, "Are you crazy!?"

   "Maybe." Huo Yichen replied casually.

  He also moved slowly, and even when he was holding Huo Xiuyuan's head, he still had the leisure to tidy up the fruits that almost rolled down beside him.

   "Murong Qiao these three words come out of your mouth, even if it's just one word—"

  Huo Yichen was as plain as saying that tomorrow is a sunny day.

   But these words made Huo Xiuyuan's hairs stand on end, and he even felt that a sharp knife was pressed against his neck, and he could cut his head off with only force.

  Just the right sound of footsteps approaching from not far away.

   Like a life-saving straw, it was thrown in front of Huo Xiuyuan, and he was obviously relieved.

   "Both young masters, it's time to go to bed." It was the housekeeper.

  Because of the appearance of the third person, Huo Yichen loosened the restraint on Huo Xiuyuan, which allowed Huo Xiuyuan to stand up successfully.

  He didn't care how embarrassed he looked now, he just felt that the timing of the butler's arrival was just right.

  Because just now he really felt that Huo Yichen's words were so serious that he could kill himself immediately.

  The butler turned a blind eye to the strange situation in front of him, "Master, it's time to sleep."

   He repeated again.

   These words are not just a reminder, but also a warning.

  In Huo's house, the butler is also Huo Hong's eyeliner. If he repeats it a second time, he will be on the verge of being on guard.

  Huo Xiuyuan glanced at the housekeeper apprehensively, then turned and left without saying anything.

  The back of the fleeing, no matter how you look at it, it looks like a bereaved dog.

  The remaining Huo Yichen and the housekeeper also returned to Huo Yichen's room.

   "I will be in charge of guarding you during this period of house arrest." The housekeeper reported truthfully.

  As one of Huo Hong's most trusted people, the important task of guarding Huo Yichen also fell on the housekeeper.

  The main reason is that during this period of time, Huo Hong planned to go to the company to check the situation, and he was always at a loss.

  Huo Yichen wiped the dried blood from his forehead, "I see."

  The phone suddenly vibrated.

  【Murong Qiao: I'm home, do you want to call? 】

   "That's fine, just take a break." Huo Yichen even smiled.

  He waved his hand and signaled the butler to leave, "Let's talk about the rest tomorrow, I still have something to do."

   "I'll leave the medicine box here for you." The housekeeper withdrew as he said.

  Huo Yichen glanced at the medicine box, and after replying to Murong Qiao, he saw a video call from the other party.

   "..." He subconsciously turned it into voice.

  The wounds on his face are always bad for Murong Qiao to see. He hasn't cleaned it up yet, and the bleeding on his face looks a bit scary.

  Murong Qiao has always been sensitive, "Ah Chen? Why didn't you answer the video?"

  She didn't think so much when she called, but she felt something was wrong after it was converted into voice.

   "It's not very convenient." Huo Yichen was vague.

  He would never lie to Murong Qiao, so all the excuses turned into the inconvenient one.

  Huo Yichen picked out a small piece of alcohol cotton and pressed it on the wound, feeling the stinging pain that rushed in for a moment, without fluctuating expression and tone, as if the injured person was not himself.

   It's just that the hair is a bit difficult to manage, it is stuck together by the blood flowing from the forehead, and the smell of blood lingers on the tip of the nose from time to time, making Huo Yichen want to take a bath.

  Murong Qiao's intuition was wrong, and Huo Yichen was silent for a long while without any movement.

  She also seemed to hear a little, inaudible rubbing sound from the other end of the phone.

   "You...are you changing clothes?" The possibility came to her mind.

  Thinking of such a scene, Murong Qiao's nose felt hot.