Chapter 237

"I see, you don't need to remind me again! I knew you from ten years ago, you said Song Ci every day, and you walked the road under your feet by yourself, but you are already standing on the opposite side of the Huo family. What can I say!" Jiang Jingxing took down the cigarette with two fingers, pursed his lips lightly, put away his violent temper, and reminded in a low voice: "Third brother, you can't always avoid this problem, you have to have confidence in yourself.

We all know how good you are to Song Ci, but why do you have so little confidence in Song Ci? "

The authorities are confused by the onlookers, and Huo Mochen, who covers the sky with only his hands in Hwaseong, will also have a day of lack of self-confidence.

Huo Mo lowered his eyes slightly, and his voice was extremely calm: "Well, I love her."

"..."

Jiang Jingxing really couldn't stand being shown affection in the middle of the night.

He put the cigarette to his lips again, took a deep breath, and resisted the urge to find a woman. In the end, he directly stubbed out the cigarette, pressed the phone off button, and concentrated on his work.

"Beep beep..."

Hearing that the phone was hung up, Huo Mu's eyes were mournful, and he looked sideways at the simple wooden clock beside the desk, and then circled around the study room until the night wrapped him inch by inch, and the man was like a dormant beast in the dark night, licking his mouth. Licking the tip of his tongue, showing his fangs, a sneer escaped from his throat.

He just sat like this until it was almost twelve o'clock, then he took out a cigarette from the drawer and held it tightly in his palm until the shredded tobacco was pinched and deformed and crushed in his palm, then his back relaxed slightly and he was lazy. fell into the back of the chair.

After taking a few deep breaths, Huo Mochen threw the broken cigarettes into the trash can and walked towards the bedroom.

The quilt was empty, and the balcony door was opened at some point. Song Ci stood at the window with a thin figure, looking at the scene opposite Ciyuan.

"You want me to send you to the opposite side to take a good look?"

A cold and gloomy word pierced her spine from behind.

Song Ci could immediately feel the shivering in his back, and when he was numb, he twisted his neck stiffly, leaning towards Huo Mochen: "Honey, you're back."

"Do I need to take you there, eh?" Huo Mochen walked towards her step by step with heavy steps.

Song Ci leaned against the fence, and tightened his grip on the railing lightly.

Until Huo Mochen walked in front of him, his heart beat faster because of your anxiety.

The air was silent for a few seconds.

The slender waist was tightly bound by the long hair, and the cold shoulder was firmly clasped by a hot palm: "Xiaoci, you seem to want to go there, or I will send you there?"

Song Ci felt threatened by the last half of the sentence.

Nima, this is a matter of death. Even if she is killed, she will not pass.

"No! I'm staying in Huoyuan very well." Song Ci threw himself on his waist, stepped back a few steps, retreated to the master bedroom, and lay straight on his back in the kingsize bed, scratching the sound of the big bed grinding the floor .

Song Ci lay on his chest: "Mr. Huo, is everything settled?"

"En." Huo Muchen said in a cold tone, "Why aren't you sleeping?"

"I can't sleep."

Song Ci said sweetly.

"Can't sleep, why don't you do some exercise?" Huo Mochen turned over and pressed her under him. The moment he bent down, he seemed to think of something, got up and walked to the balcony, slammed the glass door, and fastened the thick curtains tightly. Tighten tightly, without revealing anything.

Song Ci had already sat up from the bed, sitting obediently on the side of the bed, quietly waiting for Huo Mu to turn his head.

"Lie down."

"Mr. Huo." Song Ci squinted at the clock, stretched out his arms to hook Huo Muchen: "Honey, wait two more minutes."

Huo Mu frowned deeply. He didn't realize that his birthday was coming, but he just let her hook his neck and hug him to his lap: "Don't sleep, you..."

"Thump, thump, thump!"

'Hawk'!

The moment the bell rang, Song Ci kissed him on the cheek, his eyes curled into crescents with a smile, and his voice couldn't stop jumping for joy: "My dear Mr. Huo, happy twenty-eighth birthday, I am the first A person who blesses Mr. Huo!"

Huo Mu's frosty face gradually softened, and his voice unconsciously slowed down a bit: "Well, I have loved you for another year."

Song Ci's mood is almost beautiful!

"Mr. Huo."

"Well, wife."

Huo Mo responded deeply.

"husband."

Song Ci blinked playfully, twisted in his arms until Huo Mochen's Adam's apple tightened, and said in a rough voice, "What do you want?"

"I have a surprise for you." Song Ci pretended to be mysterious and opened the drawer. In the sight of the man, he fumbled around in the bedside table for a long time, afraid that Huo Mochen would think she was lying and felt something similar. The box was pulled out, and it was handed to Huo Muchen like a treasure: "A birthday present for Mr. Huo."

"one……"

Huo Mushen looked at Song Ci with a half-smile, and the ending sound slightly raised.

Song Ci frowned suspiciously, and looked down at the same style... His face turned red first, then purple, and finally colorful, and he didn't know what to describe it.

"I took the wrong one." Song Ci pulled the corners of his lips in embarrassment, opened the drawer, and searched frantically, but after searching for a long time, there was no watch she bought, and he muttered involuntarily: "Why not?" Is it? I spent all my belongings to buy the global limited edition, could it be that the family recruited thieves? Ahhhh...I'm not a little liar."

"Xiao Ci, are you looking for this?"

Huo Mochen didn't know when he was holding a blue velvet and lying quietly in the man's palm.

Song Ci suddenly jumped up.

"Why are you here, give it back to me?"

"Isn't it for me?" Huo Mochen held the box high, and Song Ci stepped on his feet, hugging Huo Mochen.

But with her short arms and short legs, she couldn't reach Huo Mochen at all.

She was furious: "Huo Mochen, that was my birthday present to you, why did you take it away yourself?"

"Give it to me, but I still want to take it back."

"I don't want to take it, but there is no process of me sending it to you, and there is no surprise at all." Song Ci complained aggrievedly: "Huo Muchen, are you embarrassed?"

My birthday present was taken away without a word.

And she checked it, but she still didn't find out when Huo Mchen was taken away?

"My gift, why am I embarrassed." Huo Mochen asked back.

Song Ci opened his mouth and was stunned.

Boss, where's your face?

The gift she bought, before it was delivered, was in the hands of the recipient!

Song Ci sat back on the edge of the bed depressed, took a deep breath, looked at Huo Muchen angrily, his eyes were extremely dissatisfied: "Then you pay me, I won't give you this gift, you can pay if you want."

"If you don't give it to me, who do you want to give it to?"

The man narrowed his eyes slightly, and opened the velvet box cover. The expensive men's watch came into Song Ci's eyes. He slowly handed it to her, and ordered in a low voice, "Help me."

Song Ci didn't want to care about it at first, but as soon as he looked up, he looked at the expectation in the man's eyes. Finally, he gently picked up the watch, turned off the buckle solemnly, and slowly passed the man's injured right hand, and gently buckled it. superior.

Click!

Put on the watch.

Huo Mu lowered his eyes and looked at Song Ci's serious and firm eyebrows. He possessed an impressive power.

Such earnest concentration made the corners of Huo Muchen's mouth curved. He stretched out his free left hand to touch his cheek, bent down and kissed her ear, and said in a hoarse voice, "Thank you, my darling."