Sweet wife is too sweet: Mr.Huo, you are so fierce

Mo Xiaoman leaned against his shoulder and wanted to get off his leg, but the hand around her waist imprisoned her like iron pliers. She wanted to cry and said, "I'll ride a horse tomorrow..."

"There is Tang night."

"... I have to get up early and have breakfast with Grandpa."

"He always gets up late." Huo Cang spoke casually, but his breath became thick.

Mo Xiaoman racked his brains to think of an excuse. Suddenly, he was so blessed that he hurriedly said, "I, my great aunt are coming!"

Huo Cang paused. Mo Xiaoman was relieved. Now he can escape. It's really not like to fool around under the old man's eyes

Unexpectedly, Huo Cang asked, "when did you have a big aunt? Where is she? "

Mo Xiaoman: "......" Mr. Huo, are you mentally retarded?

Huo Cang pecked her lip, "huh?"

It's just a single syllable, but the rising tone is full of danger. If Mo Xiaoman doesn't give him a satisfactory explanation, he doesn't intend to let her sleep well today.

Mo Xiaoman's face turned red, leaned back slightly to avoid his kiss, and said, "that's, that's the physiological period."

Huo Cang looked at her face. Her eyes twinkled and did not dare to look at him. The guilty expression on her face could not be hidden. He gave a faint sound.

Just when Mo Xiaoman thought he would let go of himself and was relieved, his face suddenly changed and a low cry overflowed from his teeth

In his ear, Huo Cang's voice was low and dangerous: "lie to me, huh?"

Mo Xiaoman buried his head in the nest of his neck. Knowing that he could not escape the next fate, he had to retreat and beg for the second place. He whispered: "can't it be too late..."

Like a cat, he turned into pieces of feathers and swept it in Huo Cang's hot heart. He gave a sound, which was a response.

The moonlight fell on the lingering figures through the window, and the ambiguous breathing voice gradually subsided until the Milky halo in the East

……

When Mo Xiaoman woke up, the sunset glow like fire fell on his face.

She blinked in a daze, suddenly sat up, took a hissing breath of air conditioning, and fell back powerlessly.

Her whole body looked as if she had been disassembled and reorganized, and there was pain everywhere.

Her face turned white and red, and she wanted to cry without tears.

I used to think Huo Cang was a trustworthy man. From the experience of the last two times, he has no credit at all!

Next time I believe him so naive, her name will be written upside down!

God, did she sleep all day? This let her out. How to face others?

She silently feigned Huo Cang hundreds of times, helped her waist out of bed, found a dress and changed it. As soon as she opened the door, she almost ran into the maid outside who was about to knock.

The two sides took a picture, and Mo Xiaoman blushed in embarrassment.

The maid looked natural and said respectfully, "young lady, the young master is going back. Let me come and call you."

"Oh, thank you. Where is he?" As soon as he heard that he was leaving, Mo Xiaoman forgot his shyness and asked Huo Cang where he was, so he asked the maid to take him there.

The house is too big. Many corridors look the same. If she doesn't take her, she may not find Huo Cang in the dark.

In front of the huge French window, Huo Cang stood facing the window, as if meditating, and as if just overlooking the beautiful sunset in the distance.

At the end of the ground line, there was only a red halo left in the sunset. The sunset stained the grass on the ground with a light red. A small river meandered across, with broken gold on the river. Riding a flying horse, he roared through the forest with a large and a small figure, breaking into the gentle grass, like a silhouette, and gradually disappeared into the small forest on the other side.

"Is that Tang Ye and ah Zhao?" Mo Xiaoman stood behind Huo Cang and looked at the scenery outside the window. Her heart seemed to gush out. Her envious expression fell into Huo Cang's eyes. He asked, "do you want to ride a horse?"

Mo Xiaoman touched his nose: "I fell, I dare not."

Yu Ying'er and Yu Ying'er went to the racecourse before and almost didn't break her leg. Later, she didn't go again after she married Yu Hao. However, she always wanted to learn how to ride a horse, but later she delayed again and again, and this matter was forgotten.

Huo Cang said, "if you like, I'll take you next time."

Hearing the speech, Mo Xiaoman's eyes lit up: "can you?"

Her happy smile infected Huo Cang, and her thin lips gently raised: "HMM."

Next to the stairs, uncle Qiu stood next to master Huo and whispered, "you see how happy the young master is. This is the first time I've seen the young master smile after my wife's death for so many years."

Mr. Huo sighed and said, "yes."

Originally a normal child, he was almost destroyed by his biological father.

Oh.

……

When I returned to the villa, it was already evening.

The old man likes Yu Zhao and has to keep people for a few days. As for going to school... The old man says he has asked Yu Zhao for private advice. Naturally, Mo Xiaoman can't say no.

Tang Ye sent them home and went back. Taking advantage of Huo Cang's bath, Mo Xiaoman called Yu Zhao's head teacher for a leave. He was about to change his clothes when a strange number called in.

"Miss Mo? You have a courier. "

Mo Xiaoman goes out suspiciously. What kind of express is sending pieces so late?

The little brother who delivered the express was waiting at the gate. Mo Xiaoman signed, took something, opened it and saw that a wedding invitation fell out.

The bride Mo Qinghuan and the groom Yu Hao.

She suddenly clenched the invitation, pricked her heart like a needle, and slowly breathed out, thinking that Yu Hao had finally got what she wanted.

She thought she would be sad. The gilded font shook in front of her eyes. She wholeheartedly liked the man who had been married to his white moonlight for three years, but there was no fluctuation in the bottom of her heart.

It doesn't matter whether the invitation was sent by Yu Hao or Mo Qinghuan. Anyway, she doesn't intend to see their picture of a pair of scum men and women. But she thought it must be mo Qinghuan.

Her cousin always steals her things silently and shows off in front of her. Moreover, she must be the only one to see her show off. Mo Qinghuan will never let the magnanimous, decent, gentle and lovely human setup he has managed to establish collapse in front of people.

Will only continue to try to give Mo Xiaoman one label after another that does not belong to her.

When the cell phone rang suddenly, she was surprised that she was stunned.

At first glance, she couldn't help but pull the corners of her mouth ironically.

She hung up without hesitation, but Mo Qinghuan deliberately opposed her. She hung up one by one, and she called one by one.

She was angry. After connecting the phone, she said coldly, "Mo Qinghuan, what do you want?"

"Sister, have you received the invitation?" Mo Qinghuan's voice was soft and gentle, but his words were harsh: "you think Yu Hao is going to marry me, don't you plan to come and have a look? Dare not, or have no face? "

Mo Xiaoman pinched the envelope: "boring."