After dinner, everyone sat in the living room and ate fruit. Afterwards, the two brothers Mu Shan and Mu Chuan followed Mo Jia to the study, while Zhong Kun continued to stay in his experiments and engage in unparalleled research.
Sister Zhong looked at Huanhuan, sat next to her, held her hand, and said softly, "Huanhuan, don't worry about that."
Huanhuan pursed her lips, understanding that Sister Zhong was referring to Mo Tieyi's matter.
"I already know that the old lady's death has nothing to do with you." Sister Zhong apologized sincerely, "I'm sorry, none of us asked clearly at the time."
Huanhuan quickly said, "Sister Zhong, let bygones be bygones."
Sister Zhong smiled and nodded, "Well, none of us should think about it anymore. Now, as long as you and the baby in your belly are safe."
After chatting casually with Sister Zhong for a while, Huanhuan returned to the room.
After taking a shower, she lay on the bed, opened her laptop, and as soon as she logged into MSN, the dialog box of the magazine editor-in-chief popped up. Seeing the message above, Huanhuan stuck out her tongue apologetically, and immediately sent a message back to the editor-in-chief.
, otherwise, she might really treat herself as a missing person and go to the police station to report the case.
When I opened the word document and saw the words on it, I regained the long-lost peace and kindness. Thinking back to that time when I was at home writing manuscripts every day, life was really simple.
Huanhuan suddenly became interested and continued to write the manuscript she had not finished before. It was rare that she could think clearly and wrote until early in the morning. Finally, she was satisfied and sent the manuscript to the editor-in-chief.
At this time, the door opened and Mo Jia walked in. Seeing that she was still holding the computer and not resting, a trace of displeasure immediately appeared on her handsome face, and her eyebrows twisted up unconsciously. He walked over and was about to confiscate her precious computer.
, Huanhuan took one step ahead of him, holding the guard to the other side, "I still have something to save!"
"Give you five seconds." Mojia stood there and asked for time. Huanhuan glared at him in protest, knowing that he was a man of his word, so he quickly saved the file and shut down his phone.
Mojia put away her computer and walked to the safe. After fingerprint recognition, she only put her ultra-thin laptop into the huge space. Finally, she meticulously set the secondary password again. There was a sound from behind her.
Sighing, "The password is my birthday!"
Mojia's hand froze, his jaw tightened a bit, he closed the cabinet door and turned around, "How do you know?"
"Mu Chuan told me." Huanhuan lay on the bed with her head in one hand, shook her head helplessly, and counted them one by one, "Your computer password, mobile phone password, bank account password, and even the access password to the K-Party headquarters.
, it’s all my birthday! Please, you are the boss of the underworld, it will be very embarrassing if your password is cracked so easily!”
Mojia disagreed very much. What's wrong with the passwords being her birthday? Every time he entered those passwords, he no longer felt impatient. Every time, he was thinking of her and keeping her birthday in his heart. He felt very
Well, very creative!
Huanhuan waved her hand, "Go take a shower!"
Mojia seemed to be completely accustomed to her commanding tone, and calmly followed it without raising any objections.
Walking out of the bathroom, his long hair was still dripping with water. Huanhuan took the initiative to take the towel from his hand and knelt behind him to wipe his hair.
"Muga,"
"Huh?" He narrowed his eyes comfortably.
"Have you ever thought about cutting off your hair?"
Suddenly, Mo Jia's eyes opened and he turned his head, "What do you want to do to my hair?"
Seeing his nervous look, Huan Huan burst into laughter and said, "Okay, okay, don't do anything. Don't worry."
Mojia turned around again and continued to let her wipe her long hair. After a while, he said calmly, "The Mo family respects their ancestors very much. As a commemorative ceremony, they let me grow long hair."
"Why just you?"
"Because..." He paused, "No one wants to, right?"
Huanhuan said "Oh", even if he said it, she would know it. That's because he is the one who shoulders the important responsibility of the Mo family, and only he has the qualification to pay tribute to his ancestors.
After another few seconds of silence, Mojia suddenly turned around and asked, "You don't like it?"
In fact, Mojia has never paid too much attention to his appearance. Long hair is a habit for him. If she doesn't like it, he will really consider cutting it off.
Huan Huan smiled and said, "No, you are actually very handsome with long hair. I have never seen a man like you who is naturally suited to long hair. He seems to be a handsome man who came out of a classical painting!"
She leaned down, deliberately lifted his chin, leaned over with a leering look, stared at his inimitably handsome face, and said with a smile, "It's so beautiful that you want to tease her."
Mo Jia half-closed her thin eyes, but a few traces of the familiar flame burst out from her eyes. Suddenly, he turned over and pressed her under him, with long hair hanging on both sides, and his naked upper body, endless temptation.
"I miss you so much." He said softly, his murmuring voice ringing in her ears. Huanhuan stared at him intoxicatedly, reaching out to touch his eyebrows and his face, "Mojia, if, I become
Hey, will you still love me?"
Mo Jia didn't speak, but kissed her lips, with a heavy breathing sound. After a long kiss, Huan Huan's mind was starved of oxygen, and then he let her go and looked into her deep eyes, with a faint trace of
With a scarlet luster, "What if I become another person?"
Huanhuan smiled and took the initiative to reach out and pull him down, "Even if you become Lord Sesshomaru again, I will always love you!"
His eyes were changing quietly, and he used his actions to prove how much he wanted her and how much he loved her.
However, he stopped at the critical moment. She had a baby in her belly, and he was afraid of hurting her. Seeing the beads of sweat on his forehead, Huan Huan wiped it off for him heartily, and then turned the page.
I took the initiative to sit on him.
Mojia took a breath, and her initiative suddenly ignited the fire in his belly. Mojia couldn't bear it anymore, and grabbed her waist with his big hands, being careful not to move too much, and let her go.
She sets the pace...
After a long time, the room became quiet.
Huanhuan was so tired that she fell asleep in Mojia's arms. Looking at her sleeping soundly, Mojia combed her hair with his fingers, and with his slightly lowered eyes, he stopped all his thoughts.
Slowly, he stood up, walked into the bathroom, stood in front of the mirror, and looked at his naked body in the mirror, his eyes faintly showing a faint scarlet glow.
He lowered his head and raised his hands, the red light in his palms faintly emerged again.
He suddenly clenched his fists and stopped looking. He placed his hands on the edge of the sink, lowered his head, and gritted his teeth.