Mojia changed into a nightgown and returned. Huanhuan was still sitting alone on the sofa, pulling her hair in frustration.
He picked up a pile of documents on the table and walked to the small study room next door. "It's a big place here. You can sleep wherever you want, except for the bed in the bedroom."
Huanhuan sat up straight and stared at his ecstatic figure as he disappeared behind the study door.
What did he mean by that? Didn't he sleep with her?
Of course, she wouldn't be stupid enough to actually run over and ask him. But it was a bit strange that his body had almost reached the point where it could no longer bear the load. Why didn't he just swallow this big antidote for her, even though he was guarding it? Or,
He dislikes...
This thought made Huan Huan feel inexplicably depressed again.
She stood up like a wanderer and wanted to go to the bathroom, but sadly discovered that she didn't bring any clean clothes. She hurriedly opened the door to go back. The door seemed to be locked, and no matter how hard she pulled it, she couldn't move it.
The noise here alerted the man in the study. He opened the door and frowned slightly, "What's wrong?"
Huanhuan was still struggling with the door, "It seems the door can't be opened."
Mojia came over, pushed her away gently, and tried it himself, but she didn't move at all.
With a flash of understanding in his chest, he looked back at the expectant little woman, "The door is locked."
"How is that possible? Just now... could it be Sister Zhong?" Huanhuan opened her big black eyes with a look of disbelief.
What age has this been, and it’s still such a bloody thing? If you really want them to do something, it would be better to just give them strong alcohol soaked with aphrodisiacs.
Mo Jia knew his grandfather's style of doing things very well. Now he would ask Sister Zhong to lock the door, and he might come to check the results in person tomorrow. In short, he would not give up until he achieved his goal. He simply wouldn't bother with that.
, turned around and was about to leave, but his arm was grabbed tightly.
He lowered his head, saw the hand holding his own, raised his eyes, "Is something wrong?"
"I...can I borrow your clothes to wear?" Huanhuan asked sheepishly.
Mo Jia raised his eyes and immediately understood her embarrassing situation. He pointed to the next door and said, "They are all there. You can choose them yourself."
Without saying another word, he took out his arm and entered the study.
His impatient and somewhat bored attitude made Huanhuan a little angry, "Yeah, if you can, just eat, drink, have sex, sleep there, and never come out!"
Opening the door next door, it was filled with all kinds of men's clothing, from suits to shirts, to watches and belts, all from the world's biggest brands, with all kinds of styles. Huanhuan walked in with her mouth open, and touched the clothes for a while.
After a while, he touched that piece again. When he came to this private space, it felt like he had taken another step towards his world, and he no longer seemed so out of reach.
After spending a long time in there, Huanhuan discovered that Mojia didn't seem to like wearing T-shirts. After searching for a long time, she finally found one.
When she came to the bathroom, she locked the door very energetically. After all, she was a young girl. What if Mojia couldn't help but rush in?
Well, I rejected this idea and Huanhuan despised myself.
After taking off her clothes, she turned on the shower head, tested the water temperature, and then stood under it with satisfaction, humming a song while washing.
The sound of water rippled, the mist shrouded, and a graceful body was looming.
This day was really thrilling. From being taken away by Mr. Mo's bodyguards in the morning, to appearing at Mo Jia's wedding, to the so-called wedding ceremony just now, Huan Huan inexplicably changed from Miss Su to the Young Madam.
Perhaps, from the day they met him at the airport, the somewhat bizarre fate between the two was destined.
Suddenly, Huanhuan frowned in confusion and tilted her head as if listening to something.
She turned around and looked around cautiously through the fog.
Why does she always feel like there is a pair of eyes spying on her secretly?
This feeling comes so strangely and suddenly that it makes the hair all over the body stand up, like a prey that is trapped in a prison waiting to be slaughtered, unable to take off or break free.
Turning off the hot water, Huanhuan grabbed the bath towel next to her and wrapped it around her body. She turned her head and looked around quickly with her big eyes.
All around, it was clear that only Huan Huan and the embarrassed woman in the mirror were holding a bottle of shower gel as a weapon. Except for the occasional drop of water falling from the shower head, it was eerily quiet.
Illusion?
Huanhuan put down the shower gel, turned around and just untied the bath towel. Behind her, a strange laughter of "haha" was very obvious.
Huanhuan took a breath of cold air, turned around suddenly, and saw a small thing that looked like a dinosaur suspended in mid-air. It was only the size of an adult man's hand, and it was flashing a pair of wings and staring.
He had a pair of big round eyes, grinned, drooled all over the floor, and let out a weird laugh of "hehehehe".
Huanhuan stared at it for three seconds, shouted "Ah--", opened the door and rushed out.
As soon as he heard her cry, Mojia rushed out of the study room again and ran towards the bathroom.
"What happened?"
Huanhuan suddenly jumped into his arms, pointed inside, her upper and lower teeth chattered, and said in horror, "There are monsters!!"
"Monster?" Mojia's eyes fell on her body, scanning up and down. The surprised look almost made her look like a monster.
"Really! It's so big, it can fly, it has horns on its head, and it drools at me!!" Huanhuan gestured repeatedly, and suddenly she yelled, squatted down and hugged her body tightly.
Damn it, she actually ran out without wearing anything!
Mo Jia raised his eyebrows, and a sly sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth. He slowly began to untie his nightgown and covered her directly, "I want to go and see what that tasteless monster looks like."
Sample!"
Huanhuan's face turned red, she put on his clothes in frustration, and followed closely behind him, her voice trembling, "Be careful, it can fly..."
Mo Jia walked in with a cold face. The mist in the bathroom had not dissipated yet. Huanhuan did not dare to go in anymore. He only saw Mo Jia reaching into the air and then heard a scream, "No...it hurts."
…”
"Who asked you to come out casually?"
"I don't dare to do that anymore. I know your bridal chamber, so I can't help but want to come and have a look..."
Huanhuan put one hand on the wall and almost spat out a mouthful of blood.
Who will tell her what's going on?
It has become fantasy, it has reached perfection, immortals are flying from the sky, monsters can also speak human language...