Chapter 422

"No more?"

"What did he do to move you? Tell me."

"While I was away, eh?"

Suddenly, she put her hands around her waist from behind and put the palm of her hand on her slightly convex stomach.

Her jaw was on her shoulder, intimate, like a lover grinding in her ear.

The deep voice reverberated in her ears, and the heat blew into her ears. Mu Chu flute's back was stiff and did not dare to move.

The man's inexplicable tenderness gives her a creepy feeling.

Mu Chu Di thought it over carefully before he said, "Mr. Huo misunderstood. It's just an account between ordinary friends."

She didn't explain more. If he believed it, she would believe it if she didn't say it. If she didn't believe it, it would be useless to say more.

Huo Xiao's hand gently grinds on her stomach, the body sticks to come over, hugs her more tightly.

"What do you want to ask me?"

He gave her a chance to ask.

Whenever she asks, he will answer.

No one can ever care about him, including the old lady.

This is the privilege he gave her.

I don't know why Huo Xiao gave her this right.

Vaguely, I felt her rejection.

He didn't like it, the feeling.

Mu Chudi sips her lips and is silent. What can she ask?

Why did he leave her to Essene alone? Why give her hope and take it away?

Ask him why he didn't come back when she needed it most?

Are you insulting yourself?

She didn't want to make herself more miserable.

If you know the answer, what else to ask?

"Well?"

The ending of a man's rising voice indicates his impatience.

Mu Chudi smiles bitterly in his heart. Does a man want to see how much she cares about him and feel satisfied and vanity when she feels uncomfortable?

It's a pity that she doesn't have such a hobby.

"Tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, I can go in and out freely, can't I?"

Huo Xiao was stunned. She didn't expect to ask such a question.

That's the privilege he gave her?

"Yes."

Cold single tone, revealed his displeasure.

Huo Xiao gave her another chance, "what else do you want to ask?"

"No more."

One does not want to ask, one wants to answer, doomed, is not harmonious.

Huo Xiao's action became rude. He clasped her jaw with one hand and gave her a hard kiss.

He hugged her and whispered, "I'll take care of your father's business."

Perhaps satiation, the man's voice soft, seems to coax the little lover.

In recent days, he has been busy with high intensity and never slept at all.

Now, with Mu Chu flute in his arms, Huo Xiao can sleep soundly.

Soon, he went to sleep.

Only she, open eyes, that pair of bright as if can speak eyes, dim down, lose vitality and vitality.

Staring at the ceiling, eyes blink, very focused, can also be said to lose mind.

The night passed.

Huo Xiao opens his eyes contentedly, wants to see the sleeping face of the person in his arms.

He always wakes up early. In the past, Mu Chu Di always sleeps deeply, but he just stares at her face and looks good for a while before going to work.

The man who thought he was sleeping woke up earlier than he did.

She opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling as if she were a living dead person.

Her eyes, with faint dark circles, looked as if she had not slept all night.

"Mu Chu Di, what are you doing?"