"Then open all the rooms on this floor," he raised his head and curled his lips, "you and I will live together."
Huanhuan laughed, "What about Youyou? Linglong, Danqing, and Chifeng... Oh, by the way, there's Brother Kun and Muchuan."
Mojia's slightly curved lips lowered, turned around, and stopped talking.
He suddenly discovered that there were quite a few light bulbs between them!
Behind him, a soft body came closer and gently hugged his shoulders. He was startled, turned his head and stared at her blushing face. She whispered, "Mojia, you have to come back soon."
Her attachment was so obvious that it warmed his heart.
"Well, I'll be right back after I've taken care of things over there."
"Tonight... I'll take you in for the time being." Her eyes wandered, the blush on her face deepened, but she immediately reiterated, "But, you can't do anything!"
Mojia narrowed his deep eyes and smiled, "You know, for men, this is an invitation."
Huanhuan turned around and cleared her throat, "Then you'd better go back to your room."
"Okay, I promise you." There was a sudden tightening at the waist, and she was immediately pulled into an embrace that was hard enough to accommodate all her weaknesses. His chin rested on her shoulder, and his hands gently hugged her, close to hers.
Back, he said softly, "Did you tamper with that rune bead? You just want me to miss you, but you also want to occupy my heart bit by bit. Su Huanhuan, I see you are quite stupid, so you are so scheming.
ah!"
Huanhuan leaned against his chest and lowered her head, "So, are you all occupied by me?"
He raised his eyebrows and asked instead, "What do you think?"
She smiled, as sweetly as a girl in first love, turned her head, narrowed her big eyes and warned, "Then don't give it to anyone else, or I will cut it out and make it into wine!"
Her vicious look filled his eyes with all kinds of temptations. He kissed her quickly and pushed her down on the bed with his strong body.
His kiss was so fierce that Huanhuan could no longer resist it. She pushed her hands away from his chest and gasped, "You promised me..."
Mojia's pupils, filled with naked desire, were flashing with traces of blood. He tried his best to suppress it. After a while, he took a deep breath and said, "Tell me, how long do you want me to endure it?"
Huanhuan immediately counted on her fingers. Seeing his darkening face, she couldn't help but laugh. Then she grabbed his hand and kept shaking it, "I haven't been in love yet, and I haven't been pursued yet."
Woolen cloth!"
Mojia narrowed his eyes and reminded, "We even have children."
"That's why it's such a loss! I gave you a child out of nowhere before I even enjoyed love!"
Looking at her pouted mouth with dissatisfied look, he lowered his eyes in compromise, "I understand."
Huan Huan was delighted and threw herself into his arms happily, "You want to pursue me!"
He smiled fondly and stroked her long hair, "Yeah."
The fantasy was complete, and she nestled in his arms and began to rub her in all kinds of ways, until the man's face turned livid, and he kept suppressing a certain part that was about to burst into flames.
Seeing his forbearance, Huan Huan snickered, how could he let him eat it so easily?
Regardless of whether it was his fault or not, she had suffered alone for five years, so she still wanted to punish him a little.
…
Song Xiaojia trembled, holding the drawing with strange patterns that Yan Xihua gave her with one hand, holding the wooden nail with the other hand, opening the door, observing the surroundings vigilantly, and then walked into the living room with bare feet.
She tried her best to tell herself that she was not doing anything bad, but just to help herself and her mother! And she had given them a chance, but they had no choice!
That picture was a floor plan of the entire living room. The locations where she needed to bury the wooden nails had been marked. Song Xiaojia once used a pen to secretly connect the punctuation points on it. What came out was an octagonal geometric figure. She didn't know what it meant.
What, but now, she can't control so much anymore!
In the darkness, she came to the corner, found the first place, took out a wooden nail, and pressed it in hard as Yan Xihua said. It was strange to say that it was obviously a wooden nail, but it met the hard marble.
The board was pushed in effortlessly.
Song Xiaojia was amazed and felt more and more weird. She went to the second position and buried the second wooden nail smoothly.
It wasn't until she buried all the wooden nails in the ground that she breathed a sigh of relief, looked around, and then quietly returned to the room.
At this moment, the golden peacock, who had been sitting on the chandelier on the ceiling, slowly flew down, glanced at the direction in which she disappeared, walked leisurely, and walked one by one to where she buried the wooden nails.
The pointed mouth pecked out the wooden nails one by one...
Upstairs, Huanhuan was sleeping soundly with Mojia's arm as her pillow.
Mojia suddenly opened his eyes and looked directly at the incredibly beautiful golden bird on the balcony.
Linglong glanced at him and said nothing.
Mojia frowned, and gently moved Huanhuan's head to the pillow, carefully, for fear of waking her up. He stood up, naked to the waist, only wearing a pair of trousers, and walked to the balcony.
"The kid the woman picked up is really not that simple." Linglong said casually.
"how?"
Linglong spread her wings, and a dozen wooden nails fell out, each one covered in dark red with some type of blood stains.
When Mo Jia saw it, his face changed slightly.
"This is what she buried in the living room just now."
The only thing that needs to use wooden nails to perform witchcraft is black witchcraft! In other words, Song Xiaojia and Yan Xihua are inseparable!
Mojia could not think of everything about her until this moment. He almost made a fatal mistake. There was only a thin line between a flawless coincidence and a deliberate arrangement!
Looking at him, Linglong yawned, "I should go back to sleep." It shook its wings and said unconsciously, "That kid, I thought everything was safe."
Mo Jia's eyes flashed and he looked at Linglong, with a hint of coldness flashing across his eyes.
Before dawn, Song Xiaojia changed her clothes, opened the door and walked out. She looked around the still quiet living room, gritted her teeth, and strode out.
"Hey, Xiaojia, why are you leaving so early?" The sudden voice behind her startled her. When she saw it was Mu Chuan, she immediately calmed down and said, "I have classes in the morning, and I need to go home to get some books."
"Oh, then I'll take you down the mountain." Muchuan was very enthusiastic.
She hurriedly waved her hands, "No, I can just breathe some fresh air along the way." She lowered her head, crossed Michuan and walked towards the gate.
Her figure walked further and further away, and Mu Chuan raised his head. The long-haired man standing upstairs nodded briefly. Mu Chuan understood and followed quietly.