Madam spoiled by villain again

Chapter 392 Ye Shao...

"Madam, the young master asked us to pick you up and go back with the young master."

After the woman heard this, her lips trembled excitedly, and the joy of the rest of her life after the robbery flashed across her face. She hugged the child tightly in her arms and bent down into the car.

Three hours later, the car was parked outside a manor in the suburbs.

This is an overly quiet area.

It seems that even the sky is much higher and wider than other places, and people's footsteps fall on the ground, turning into a piece of light cotton. It's not because there are few people, but a kind of awe emanating from the inside out, even like a chilling cicada.

The woman got out of the car with low eyebrows, didn't even dare to raise her head to look around, and led a group of people with her child into the gate of Wei Leng.

The child probably sensed the cold, and suddenly woke up from sleep. The strand of black hair in his hand was blown by the wind, and suddenly flew out of his delicate palm.

The child's palm was empty, and he opened his mouth to cry, "Mom...Xiangxiang..."

The woman was startled, and subconsciously raised her hand to coax her. Her eyes followed the strand of hair blown away by the wind, watching it rise and fall, and flew away in an instant.

Just as the regret appeared in the woman's eyes, she suddenly saw a hand stretched out, and with a hook of the slender fingers, the strand of black hair fell into the other slender and white palm.

The woman stared at that hand, and her heart suddenly jumped wildly.

Her gaze seemed uncontrollable, she looked up along that hand, and saw a face that roughly gathered all the beautiful words in the world, and that strange and treacherous aura had the power to drive a woman crazy magic.

She involuntarily let out an exclamation from her throat, because she was so amazed that she ignored the sudden, abyss-like silence around her.

The man stood on the steps, staring at the long hair in the palm of his hand motionlessly, as if it was stuck to it and could never be pulled off.

He stared at the strand of hair with a shocking intensity for a long time, and suddenly seemed to remember something, and suddenly looked up.

When the woman met those dark and bewitching eyes, her heart was instantly chilled.

The mother's instinct made her hug the child in her arms subconsciously, and she suddenly realized at this moment that the atmosphere around her was too dignified and strange, even those who brought her in just now stood there as if on a pilgrimage, with expressions on their faces. I can't tell whether it's fear or admiration, or both, but I can't wait to hang my head to the ground.

The woman met the man's cold eyes, and dense cold sweat oozes from her back.

She knew in an instant that this man was by no means as pure and beautiful as his appearance, even the way he looked at the child was cold and emotionless.

Without the man asking, the woman began to explain the whole story, "This is the hair of a girl on the plane... She was seated next to me, and the child was naughty and crying. I don't know why she just likes her hair... This is her own hair. Cut it out for the baby..."

What the woman didn't know was that if it wasn't for the marks she cut out, she wouldn't have the chance to stand here and explain.

The man maintained a cold staring posture, his expression was blurred for a moment, and in those dark eyes, there was some turbulent emotion that was about to come out.

"...Where did she go?"

The woman's face was pale, maybe it was the man's eyes that made her faintly smell something, and the compassion in her heart was at work, she confessed honestly, "She got into a car..."

　The doctor told me not to stay up late anymore, try to write during the day tomorrow, everyone sleeps first tonight, good night

　　
　
(End of this chapter)