Chapter 233

"Then why don't you solve it quickly?" Song Ci subconsciously reminded: "We only rest for so long on Saturdays and Sundays. If you waste your time with outsiders, I will go to work, or go shopping with Xiaojiu and mother."

With that said, Song Ci was about to climb off him.

Huo Mochen: "..."

He didn't speak, he gritted his teeth tightly, pressed the tip of his tongue against his teeth, and looked at Song Ci for a few minutes. His long arms suddenly closed and grabbed Song Ci's arm, clasped her waist and pressed her back hard, letting her He could only face his dark and bottomless eyes.

"Don't leave, I'll take care of it right away." Huo Muchen pinched the phone's off button with his fingers, leaving no chance for the Yan family to say any more nonsense, he walked out with one hand holding Song Ci, and the other holding her With the back of his head, he kicked open the door with his slender legs, and went straight to the master bedroom.

She was thrown into the soft kingsize by him, and a shadow was cast on her slender and muscular body, which fell on her eyelids.

His cold and heavy breath lingered in her nostrils. The handsome man hugged the shockingly beautiful woman tightly, his expression full of pampering, and his fingers stroked her cheek inch by inch, making Song Ci's heart skip a beat.

"It's over."

"When you're done, get up and don't hug me." Song Ci groaned, "Did Yan Baichuan come here for you? He must be jealous of my beauty, and then he felt that he couldn't seduce you, so he used Su Xuening to deal with me. Taking advantage of the gap between our feelings, and then taking advantage of the gap, I want to snatch you from me!"

Huo Muchen's elbow sank, and his warm thin lips touched Song Ci's bright forehead, and then he hugged her and sank deep into the quilt, his thin lips brushed against her ear, and his voice was hoarse: "I am you of."

"Then it must be." Song Ci pushed his cheeks, and pushed Huo Mochen with his hands. At some point, the skirt was pushed to his waist, and Huo Mochen's legs were entangled.

"Hey, save some effort."

Huo Mo said in a low voice.

Song Ci's black hair lay on his back under the pure white soft quilt, revealing his delicate collarbone, and his clear deer eyes looked at Huo Muchen with a bit of innocence.

Huo Muchen's face remained unchanged, he grabbed her with one hand, interlocked his fingers with her, raised his eyebrows lazily, and approached her a little bit.

Song Ci's cheeks were flushed, he twisted his neck dumbly, and opened his red lips to make his breathing easier.

But Huo Mu's handsome and stern facial features were facing him sideways, and his perfect jaw line was tense: "I... woo..."

"I'll pack it up for you. He won't bother us." Huo Mchen blocked her last word and sealed her lips.

Song Ci's eyes were closed for a moment, and soon his eyes were filled with strong emotions, and the temperature on his face reached its peak in an instant, and he burst into red!

Huo Mu's deep and thick kisses fell on her cheeks, and he pinched Song Ci's soft palm tightly with his fingertips, making her unable to move her injured arm.

Song Ci's breathing was short, and there was a little water in his eyes, but he avoided looking at his face: "Huo Mochen, listen to me..."

Even if you don't bother, you don't have to...

"say what?"

Huo Mu lowered his head to find her soft lips, twisted them around twice, and bit her lower lip lightly: "Concentrate."

"Your hand...you have an injury on your hand." Song Ci said unevenly, looking at Huo Mu's calm, handsome and resolute face in panic.

Huo Mu stared at Song Ci with deep eyes, a whirlpool in his eyes seemed to want to drag Song Ci into it, and in that whirlpool lay a predatory jackal dormant.

He licked the tips of his teeth, lowered his head, and sent a provocative breath to her ear: "Don't delay loving you, be good."

The man's dark eyes were still staring at her deeply, and he couldn't see any light. His thin lips lingered on Song Ci's lips and cheeks.

Song Ci was stared at for a second, and the corners of his eyes twitched: "Honey, look at me..."

"I want it, huh?"

Huo Mochen pinched her soft, boneless waist.

Song Ci: "..."

Nima, I have nothing to say!

Not even coaxing!

Most importantly, Song Ci saw the flickering flicker in the man's eyes, and the black eyelashes silently stared at Song Ci, revealing a trace of uneasiness.

When Huo Mochen asked her just now, she could feel his body shake for a moment.

At that moment, Song Ci's 1.9-meter-old man, who loved him so much, trembled violently just because of her words, and looked at her with a cold face, full of insecurity.

In this relationship, they felt insecure with each other.

Huo Mochen is her golden thigh, she must hug it tightly!

Song Ci is the cinnabar mole on Huo Muchen's heart, and his heart hurts even if he moves it.

Thinking of this, Song Ci looked at Huo Muchen again, saw that he was frowning, the corners of his lips curled up sweetly, hugged Huo Muchen with both arms, pressed against his ear, blowing hot air, and said: "Huo Muchen Shen."

"kindness?"

"Have I ever told you that I love you very, very, very much?"

Hearing this, the man's body trembled, his gloomy face appeared lazy, his extremely sinister eyes deepened little by little, and his protruding Adam's apple rolled sexyly: "Xiaoci~"

His voice was deep and rough: "Do you know what you are doing?"

"Of course I know." Song Ci took it for granted, with a charming look in his eyes: "I'm seducing my Mr. Huo."

"Mrs. Huo."

Huo Mochen's voice became hoarse again.

"Well, I'm here."

He said: "You know the consequences of seducing me."

"Well, I know."

Her heart was pounding.

However, after a while, Huo Muchen still stared at her with dark eyes, showing forbearance: "Mrs. Huo, if you continue, I will indulge."

Song Ci: "..."