In the car, it's very quiet.

It's very quiet!

Assistant Zhou saw Huo Xiao's gloomy face from the rear-view mirror in the car. He nervously pursed his lips and summoned up the courage to say, "Mr. Huo, does the old lady ask if the video is clear enough?"

Huo Xiao received text messages at the same time, Zhou assistant also received a phone call from the old lady, he did not know what the video mentioned in the old man's population is, but from Huo Xiao's face, it is not a good thing.

"Back to Huo's old house!"

Huo Xiao suddenly gave an order. The driver stopped for a moment and then quickly turned around.

The car hesitated quickly on the road, the air inside the car suddenly condensed, and no one dared to speak.

The well-defined fingers overlapped, and the cold temperature declared his mood.

The dark eyes sank, and all kinds of thoughts rose in my heart.

After driving for half an hour, the car went straight into Huo's old house.

Huo Xiao stormed across the courtyard and went straight to the old lady's study.

"Young master?"

"What's the matter with him, young master?"

The servants were shocked by Huo Xiao's aura, and they all felt his evil and were too scared to speak.

Bang, the door was pushed open, loud voice to vent his dissatisfaction.

The old lady lay on the princess's chair and let the masseuse massage her.

Hearing the sound, she slowly opened her eyes. Instead of criticizing Huo Xiao's rude behavior, she cheered the old lady with the angry sound of pushing the door.

"Get out!"

Masseuse can see lip language, touch Huo Xiaosen's cold anger, the heart is slightly stunned, the strength in the hand also did not have a propriety, unconsciously increase strength.

Feeling comfortable, the old lady sat up and asked the masseuse to leave.

There are only two people left in the study.

"Song Weiqing is not dead!"

There was no doubt.

Originally, he found some clues in Essen hoxiao, but he always ordered people to look for them, but there was no reply.

Now, he finally knows why he can't find anyone.

"Yes, she's not dead, so what?"

"You've destroyed the two men your father sent to watch you, so she's not as good as dead!"

The old lady went down to the ground, supported her crutch and walked to the tea table step by step.

The sound of clattering, in the silent air, seems to ring not the floor, but the heart.

"Because of your resistance, she was forced to get pregnant and had a malicious abortion. Have you seen every inch of her body hurt? Your father, it's not as easy as you think

"Her surname is song. Your father hates people surnamed song most. How can she be better? But you don't care about it. After all, she is a former wife. Your little wife is more important

The old lady's mouth slightly curved, although it is said that Huo Xiao is more concerned about Mu Chu flute, she knows that Mu Chu flute and Song Wei Qing, Huo Xiao must choose Song Wei Qing.

In front of Huo Xiao's eyes, song Weiqing's scarred body and godless eyes emerge.

Anger is burning in the chest.

"How long?"

Three words, almost from the teeth.

"Don't you know that? Why did she show up for such a careful task? There's no bones left! "

"You've been investigating, so this time, choose her or give up?"

Huo Xiao light ridicule, "the condition?"

"Mu Chu Di's womb!"

Black eyes instantly sank down, sharp breath burst out in the air, down pressure crazy drop.

"I'll let her have a baby. The uterus is not that important to her!"