Song Zhi gives the wild man two words without hesitation!
Huo Mushen's thin lips pursed as he looked down at Song Zhe.
"This time it was you who provoked me first, no matter from the beginning to the future, I won't give you another chance to escape!" Huo Mou Shen rubs her shoulder.
Song Zhi's shoulder suffers pain and grunts muffledly.
Huo Mushen stares at her injured arm without blinking, recalling the video being Yan Baichuan's hands on her, and Xu Li grabbing her wounds and not relenting, his black eyes suddenly breed a monstrous rage, so crimson it's scary.
"No matter what happens to me, you're by my side, right?"
Although Huo Mou Shen is asking, his tone is ruthlessly certain.
"Yes, no matter what happens to you, I'll stay by your side."
Her eyes are like moths to a flame, burning hot and firm.
Huo Mushen's lips hooked up, the pupils of his eyes scarlet, and he suddenly clasped her waist with one hand and lay down along his elbow.
Song Zhi was pressed down by his powerful hands on the back of her neck, and was pressed into the mattress to accept his endless kisses.
It was so urgent and violent that it made Song Zhi doubt her life.
She was resisted in his pecs and the mattress, almost scorched.
Song Zhi really felt that Huo Mu Shen was punishing her to the point of swallowing her in one bite!
In the midst of her chaotic thoughts, Huo Mushan rose away from her, but Song Zhi was only in a trance for less than a dozen seconds before she felt fiercely hooped in her arms again.
Her pale, cold skin was scalded and she drew back a breath, feeling the pain of her skin being cut from her waist and crotch.
Song Zhi's brain exploded, her pupils slightly dilated, her eyes confused.
Huo Mou Shen's dark eyes saw her fall into the mattress, the tips of her ears red to the point of explosion, could only look at him dumbfounded, the corner of his lips hooked up a shallow arc, buried his head into the nest of her neck, "In the future, you are not allowed to make contact with Yan Baichuan again, I don't like him, eh?"
In reality, Huo Mou Shen hates to kill Yan Baichuan!
"Xiao Zhi, answer me."
The pupils of his eyes are scarlet, like he's been stabbed twice.
Huo Mou Shen coaxed her, but Song Zhi couldn't hear anything, just covered in hot sweat, hugging him tightly and biting her lips, and didn't know whether to shake her head or nod.
She never thought that Huo Mou Shen would be so fierce, and just want her!
And it was also so ritualless!
Huo Mou Shen saw her eyebrows furrowed, gently kissed her, so gentle that his body's muscles of rigid explosive power were in complete contrast.
Song Zhi is dragged up and tenderly rests in the crook of her arm.
Huo Mou Shen leaned down, tasting her inch by inch.
The bedroom was dimly lit, shrouded in ambiguity.
The curtains were blown open by the slowly hitting breeze.
Song Zhi felt a hint of coldness coming in and hugged Huo Mushan back tightly.
She doesn't really think about anything, since she was reborn, she only wants to go on with Huo Mushan, no matter if he is the heir of the Huo family or not, no matter if she has her revenge or not, she doesn't want to let Huo Mushan repeat what she dreamed of again.
Huo Moushen senses her dependence and smiles evilly, his thin lips nibbling on her reddened ear, and maliciously extending his tongue to lick it.
Song Zhi softly wailed.
"Be good, it'll be fine in a while."
Huo Muchen stared at her quietly and humorously, not meaning to let Song Zhe go.
He originally wanted Song Zhi!
The anger at the Huo family's outburst is subsided, but Yan Baichuan's matter has not passed!
The vinegar jar has been properly overturned.
Huo Mou Shen is pestering Song Zi, and Song Zi is completely dependent on him.
In the heat of the moment, Song Zhi seemed to hear someone calling her.
"Little heart, my little heart ......"
She couldn't help but answer, and what she got in return was even more rapid affection.
The next day.
Sunlight crashed on her eyelids, Song Zhi was pricked heavy uncomfortable, rolled over towards the source of warmth.
As soon as she moved, she instantly felt heavy arms across her waist, and also unconsciously tightened a bit toward his arms.
Song Zhi clung to the man's hot body, and it didn't take long for her to get a little hot.
She grunted twice, lifting her leg to kick away the quilt that she was kicking haphazardly.
Unintentionally toes touched the man's legs, she was like an electric shock as if to retract, and then open the drowsy eyes innocent and confused towards the surrounding look, and finally stayed in the man's eyes seemingly smiling non-smiling, and only then violently remembered last night Huo Muchen said 'punishment', suddenly blushing face and bowed her head.
Her body softens and she leans into his arms.
"Woke up from your nap?"
From the top of her head fell an insatiable low magnetic voice.
The man lifted his arm and stroked the crushed hair by her earlobe, pinning it behind her ear and revealing hickey-covered skin, and laughed again softly.
"Still shy?" He arched his eyes and nuzzled the nape of her neck with a touch of flirtation.
"Not at all."
Her voice is a little husky, low and soft.
Huo Muchen is her husband, sleeping is sleeping, what are you afraid of!
Song Li said a set of do a set, in the bottom of the heart after waving the flag to cheer, and then silently become an ostrich, nested in Huo Mou Shen's arms are not ready to come out.
Last night was the first time that the two were awake, and Song Zhi was still a little strong to bear it at first.
But later on, her small waistboard could not bear it at all, kicking and punching the man's hard body, crying and begging for mercy from Huo Mou Shen, but it was completely useless.
Later, she simply did not know how Huo Mou Shen steam fried fried her, only remembered in a daze Huo Mou Shen shouted her 'little heart', and also held her to the bathroom to wash away her body sticky sweat.
Estimating, this set of pajamas on her body were all changed down later.
"Hehe, little hearted child ......"
Huo Muchen's lip line strained, his low, dark voice calling out to her, teasing Song Zhi's heart and liver to literally tremble along with her.
After her sensitive nerves twitched twice, she went into a trance.
"Mr. Huo's little heart, eh?"
"You saw it all." Song Zhi is open to being poked through her secret and becomes even more embarrassed.
Huo Mou Shen touches her face, seeing her face red, no longer miserable, satisfied hooked his lips, "En, found it by chance, you use anonymous submission, think I don't know?"
"You know it all?" Song Zhu was dumbfounded.
"En, all know." Huo Mu Shen lowered his voice.
He liked the current Song Zhi the most, his body and mind belonging only to him.
"Then why didn't you say anything if you knew?" Really, she still wanted to treat it as a surprise to Huo Mou Shen on his birthday, but luckily there was still a gift.
"I trust you, so it doesn't matter what you want to do." Huo Moushen said.
I'm afraid that Song Ru still doesn't know that Huo Moushen ordered her designs from the start, and organizing the M&R was just a chance for her to clear her name.
Since her identity has been exposed, Mrs. Huo can start to right her name.
Song Zhe was sullen and seemed to have thought of something, "What about the half a million dollars?"
"Confiscated, M&R is poor."
Song Zhi's face darkened, miso sat up from his arms, because the strength of the tugging was a bit bigger, backed up a breath.
"It still hurts?" He had already rubbed it for a long time last night, but he didn't expect her to still be in so much pain.
Huo Mou Shen remembers that last night, she hadn't once cried and kicked him.
How can a man who has opened his mouth just stop?
It is natural to eat enough at once!
Huo Mou Shen's long arm circles her and wraps it around his arms, rubbing her thin waist, "Your little body is too weak, when your body rests well, get up early and go for a run with me, so that you don't have to cry and fuss and pass out the next time I'm hurting you."
Song Zhi's face immediately collapses, "Then please Mr. Huo can you take it easy next time you hurt your little heart?"
Huo Muchen nodded the tip of his nose, "No, how can you not hurt enough?"
Song Zhi raises an eyebrow, then unconsciously backs away and slaps his hand away in one go.
Huo Mou Shen looks at her pouting eyes, calmly catches it, his cool face surfaces a rare soft light: "The bottom of your eyes are all black and blue, sleep a little longer."
"Then where are you going?" Song Zhi enjoys the force of Huo Mou Shen's fingers powerfully pressing down on her waist, half squinting her eyes.
"To guard you by your side." Huo Moushen rightfully collapsed onto the pillows, reclining into them.
"You don't have to work today?" Song Zhe wrinkles his eyebrows in confusion, but doesn't delay her sleep.
Huo Moushen's half-exposed chest still had a few scratches on his shoulders, but it didn't affect his ascetic coolness.
"If you don't go to work, you can serve my little heart at home." Huo Mu Shen's voice line is dull and hoarse.
Song Zhi's face exploded red, pillowed in the crook of his arm and fell asleep.