The palm of his hand gently touched the slapped cheek, and his eyes became fierce.
This bitch, why did she hit her, why did she take away the man who should have been hers?
Xiahou Huan'er, I will definitely make your death miserable. The uncle is hers and no one can take it away. It is hers and it will always be hers.
Si Chen folded his arms and leaned against the wall behind her, staring straight at her with half-squinted voluptuous red eyes.
Mirai slowly turned around and looked at him with cold eyes, a strange and heartbreaking look of ferocity on his face.
She walked over slowly and stopped in front of his tall figure.
She curled her lips and showed a proud smile: "You like me."
Si Chen suddenly stretched out his hand and held her shoulders firmly, his cold voice filled with a hint of ferocity: "Tell me, where is she?"
His palm was very strong, holding her shoulder painfully. She was stunned for a moment, and then smiled seductively: "Who is she you are talking about?"
Si Chen's cold voice was full of anger: "Don't pretend to be stupid with me."
"It's garlic, onion, what are you talking about, I don't understand." The smile on her face became even more enchanting.
"You..." Si Chen raised his palm.
"Want to hit me? Hit me. Anyway, this appearance belongs to the person you like. As long as you don't feel bad, just hit me, hit me hard. The harder you hit me, the happier I will be."
After finishing speaking in the future, he laughed proudly.
"You finally admitted it. What have you done about the future?" Si Chen grabbed her by the skirt of her clothes and lifted her up. His anxious heart suddenly sank to the bottom.
"Master Si Chen, are you sure you want to torture me to extract a confession from me in a place like this?" She smiled sarcastically, looking at him in a mess.
Si Chen immediately grabbed her, opened the door next door, and pushed her in.
Clenching his fists, his cold gaze shot at her like ice: "Say."
She didn't seem to want to hide it. She sat down on the sofa, poured a glass of water, and moistened her dry throat.
Looking at him enchantingly: "Want to know the whereabouts of the future?"
Si Chen tried hard to control the fist he wanted to punch, gritted his teeth and growled: "Stop talking nonsense."
"I'm so impatient. Compared with uncle, you are really far behind." She reached out and brushed the hair beside her ears. When she mentioned that man, her eyes kept shining with desire.
Si Chen closed his eyes, suppressed the anxiety in his heart, and forced himself to calm down: "What is your relationship with the king?"
An ambiguous smile immediately appeared on her face: "He is my uncle."
Si Chen's face turned pale: "Fool me?"
She shrugged: "Believe it or not, it's up to you."
Si Chen had no time to talk nonsense with her and asked in a deep voice: "Where is the future?"
She leaned forward and looked at him: "As long as you do me a favor, I will return that little girl to you when the job is done."
Si Chen frowned and looked at her: "What do you want me to do for you?"
She smiled like a flower: "I want my uncle to come back to me."
One by one one by one
Si Chen became more silent, and in the future he was more attentive and diligent.
Xiahou Huan'er changed her previous attitude and no longer stopped her. Instead, she happily accepted the good things she offered.
As long as she brings something delicious and delicious to her, she will immediately take it all and enjoy it herself.
Even when she sneaked into the room to make his bed and put water in it, she responded with a smile on her face. After all, the bed was shared by two people and she also used the bath water. She didn't mind having multiple maids serving him.
