Chapter 627: Who is more important to love and hate? 4
Hearing this, Han Murphy slowly opened his eyes and said slowly: "Xiaoxiao, do you think the Zheng family will let us go?"
Xiaoxiao knows the answer to this question. Zheng Tianai will not let them go, Zheng Shihua will not let them go, and now even Zheng Tianhao will not let them go.
Seeing that she stopped talking, Han Murphy stretched out his hand to cover her eyebrows, soothing the sadness there: "Don't think about it, go to bed early, the winner has not been decided yet."
Opening his arms, he hugged Han Murphy quietly with a smile: "If there is an afterlife, Murphy, I hope that we can live an ordinary life like an ordinary couple, just arguing and bumping into each other for those daily necessities. There will no longer be anything.
Hatred, what hatred, what secrets."
Lowering his head, Han Murphy kissed her forehead tenderly and said softly: "That depends, will you still remember me in your next life?"
"If people really have a next life, I will definitely remember you. If you forget, I will forget everything except the smell of you."
"Isn't that strange? Who told you to have a dog's nose?"
After hearing this, he smiled and became angry. He sat up suddenly, stared at Han Murphy and said, "You bastard, I'm still very affectionate with you, but your mouth is full of dog teeth! I'll punish you by writing a love poem!"
Han Murphy climbed up from his bed, put on his slippers and said, "I will give you the big bed tonight. I will go to the guest room to sleep."
"Why?" Xiaoxiao asked in confusion.
"Because I hate this kind of meaningless love poems! Rather than me being unable to hold back a poem all night and making everyone unable to sleep, why don't you sleep on the big bed and I sleep in the guest room." After saying this, Han Murphy hummed a few times.
He turned around and left.
"Han Murphy, stop!" A smile popped up from his lips, pointing at Han Murphy's nose, and said: "Small, if you dare to sleep in the guest room today, don't come to me in the future!"
Han Murphy stopped, turned around and rolled his eyes at her, saying, "Xiaoxiao, are you threatening me?"
"Yes, how is it?"
"It doesn't matter. I'm a real man. I can cut off my head and spill my blood. I won't accept threats!"
"Han Murphy, you are awesome! If you can, don't enter my room for the rest of your life."
"If you don't get in, I won't get in. The worst I can do is... become a monk."
"You..." Xiaoxiao became anxious, pouted her little mouth, sat down on her buttocks, and fluttered her hands and feet like a rogue: "Han Murphy, you lied to me, you don't love me at all..."