Her arms were as flexible as snakes, hugging Huo Muchen's arms, and her legs naturally hooked around the man's waist.

"want to."

"what do you want?

Um?"

Huo Muchen is extremely patient, and the girl he serves as a god gradually sinks because of him.

"you."

Song Ci replied with uneven breath.

Huo Mu lowered his head and pressed it against her forehead, his hot breath flowing between their nostrils.

The man's voice was hoarse and very seductive, "What do you want from me?"

"I want you."

Song Ci grumbled and began to be uncooperative.

It seems like I will cry if I don't give it the next second.

Huo Muchen couldn't bear to let her feel uncomfortable, "As long as you enjoy it."

He really couldn't bear Song Ci's discomfort, so he quickly satisfied Song Ci.

This time it took a long time, and he had no idea until the evening when Song Ci was carried on the private plane.

Except for Chu Huaibei, there were no other outsiders who went with them.

Went to a private island.

It was also left to Song Ci by Tang poetry.

When they arrived, it had already passed from night to dawn.

As the sun gradually rose over the far horizon over the ocean, the private plane also landed on the lawn.

Chu Huaibei came over and reported: "Mr. Huo, we're here."

"Well, I'll ask Xiao Ci to get up first, and you guys get everything ready first."

"yes."

After receiving Huo Muchen's instructions, everyone went about their business step by step.

Song Ci was still sleeping on Huo Muchen's lap when he suddenly felt someone pinching his nose.

"Xiao Ci, wake up."

"Five more minutes of sleep?"

"Wake up, we are sending my mother-in-law home."

After Huo Muchen said these words, all the sleepiness in Song Ci's eyes and mind disappeared in an instant.

next moment.

She opened her eyes, filled with unstoppable calmness and sobriety, "Are we here yet?"

If you listen carefully, there is still a slight tremor in her voice.

Huo Muchen nodded, "We're here."

"Then get up."

Song Ci didn't stay in bed any longer and became more rational.

The weather in the morning was relatively cold, and it was not too warm even on the island. Song Ci wore the same black cheongsam he wore at Tang Shi's funeral, but with a black windbreaker on top.

From the moment Huo Muchen said those words last night, Song Ci knew that Huo Muchen wanted to send Tang Shi home.

Tang Shi's home is not in Huacheng, nor in the capital, nor in the Tang family.

By his father's side.

For so many years, there has been no trace of Jiang Sui's whereabouts.

She and Huo Muchen actually guessed it.

Jiang Sui was probably placed on a private island by Tang Shi.

Song Ci did not put on makeup, but put on a white corsage, a black half-faced hat, black high heels, a black windbreaker, and a black cheongsam according to custom, and slowly walked out of the private plane.

Chu Huaibei was waiting for them at the door.

It was also their first time to come to the island, and they had never set foot in the place left to them by Tang poetry.

"Little words."

"It's really arrived."

Song Ci stood on the ladder of the private plane and saw that the depths of the island were filled with large tracts of lavender that her mother loved.

But looking over, there are still tombstones one after another.

At this moment, Huo Muchen held her hand next to her and said, "Xiao Ci, don't be afraid, I'm by your side."
Chapter completed!