"Um?"

"Are you coming back tonight?"

Song Ci's question seemed a bit awkward.

In fact, she knew that no matter how late it was, Huo Muchen would come back.

His habits have not changed in his entire life.

The original intention of this phone call was to apologize. After all, everything was done. Song Ci just hoped that Huo Muchen would be a little gentler when he did it. She was still the dear wife of a certain big boss!

But if he doesn't come back, he must be dealing with Bu Yan, which means things are very difficult.

She didn't want to hear this outcome either.

That's why Song Ci asked this question.

The corners of Huo Muchen's mouth raised: "Well, we're on the way."

"Yeah." Song Ci could hear his relaxed tone and knew that Huo Muchen was in a good mood. His eyelashes were slightly covered and he smiled: "Then come back quickly and drive carefully on the way back."

"You are hungry, ask the butler to cook you something to eat." Huo Muchen said.

"Well, I understand."

Song Ci glanced at the dazzling sunlight, squinted slightly, and hung up the phone with a perfunctory roar.

Huo Muchen frowned helplessly when he heard a blind tone coming from his cell phone.

He knew in his heart that his sweetheart must be waiting for him. This was a tacit understanding between the two of them.

Huo Muchen felt anxious, threw his cell phone on the instrument, started it, turned on the ignition, pushed the speed to the maximum gear, and the car flew out like an arrow.

Huo Muchen has played racing before, and his drag racing skills are not a problem.

It took less than an hour when I came here, but now that I’m home, I’m afraid it’s going to be so heart-wrenching.

In less than half an hour, Maybach arrived at the iron gate of the villa.

Huo Muchen then slowed down the speed of the car and drove into the villa.

After Song Ci hung up the phone, his mind was focused on the edited news, and he thought twice about whether to discuss it with Huo Muchen before publishing it.

Although the news about Bu Yan on the Internet has receded, she has no idea how much damage this incident will cause to Bu Yan!

She guessed: "In the last life, Bu Yan failed to cure He Yan and He Yan committed suicide, which led to Bu Yan also blaming himself and committing suicide!

Or maybe even Bu Yan himself didn’t recognize his feelings, and he didn’t know his feelings for He Yan at all!”

In a daze, Song Ci had already finished taking a bath in the bathroom. When she walked out of the bathroom, she saw a certain boss with one leg on the edge of her bed, one long leg on the edge of her bed, and his back leaning on the bed.

He turned his head and looked at her with stern black eyes.

His eyes, neither light nor heavy, were fixed on her pink cheeks from bottom to top.

He was wearing a black shirt, creased, half tucked into his belt, and his tie was thrown into the single sofa block along with the suit.

Song Ci was startled, and she closed her sore eyes hard. When she opened them again, she saw a certain boss looking at her with a half-smile, and then she was sure that the person was really back.

She clenched the towel tightly, clenched her fingers into fists, her deer eyes were full of confusion, she didn't know how to explain, she just stared at him: "You, are you back?"

"Um."

"How about Bu Yan?"

Song Ci asked.

Huo Muchen put down his long legs, stood up from the edge of the bed, walked towards Song Ci, and tightened his arms around her.

He put his arms around Song Ci's soft waist, put his chin on the top of her head, and gently smelled her hair that had just taken a bath and exuded a light fragrance.

Song Ci subconsciously shrank back, rubbed her soft white face against his heart, and heard him say: "I'm very happy."

He said he was happy?

Huo Muchen bent down and rubbed her forehead with his tall nose: "Bu Yan is safe, Xiao Ci, you are safe."

Is she safe?

Why is she safe?

Could it be possible that he had already read her editor's statement?

Every line of Huo Muchen's words made Song Ci confused, and he was hugged by Huo Muchen so much that he could hardly breathe: "Huo Muchen~"

A cat-like purr made Huo Muchen's dark eyes flash with distress. He bent down and led the person to the bed, sat on the edge of the bed, looked at Song Ci's level and said, "Xiao Ci, I'm sorry."

Song Ci stood in front of him, her little heart beating restlessly in her chest, and whispered: "Why are you saying sorry to me?"

"I've made you suffer."

Huo Muchen's gentle palm lifted his cheek, and two balls of flame burst out from his dark eyes, and I stared at Song Ci at close range for a moment.

Being stared at by him like this, Song Ci dropped his head in embarrassment: "I...are you blaming me for not listening to you and making my own decisions to block all the comments on the Internet?"

Taking a breath, Song Ci took his arm and grabbed his shirt with trembling hands: "Don't be angry, can you give me a chance to explain?"

Seeing the person fawning over him in front of him like a little kitten, Huo Muchen felt as if someone had dug a hole in his heart with a knife. He suddenly lifted Song Ci up with strength in his hand, turned over and pressed the person into the kingsize soft mattress.

Song Ci's heart was pounding. She was so frightened that she quickly put her arms around Huo Muchen's neck, begging for mercy and saying, "Huo Muchen, can you let me go?"

"Why should I let you go?" Huo Mu said in a deep and rough voice, as if he was overpowering her sex appeal: "Xiao Ci, I'm sorry I didn't believe you before."

"……ah?"

He doesn't believe her?

when?

I don’t know at all, okay?

Song Ci felt more and more guilty, and his face almost burned with embarrassment. He buried his head in Huo Muchen's strong chest, and immediately closed his eyes: "I didn't mean not to tell you, but the video was spread too fast at that time.

, I have no way to control..."

"That's not what it is." Huo Muchen interrupted her with some disordered breathing, and in the end there was only a helpless sigh left in his throat: "Forget it, you are still young and don't understand anything. I will love you very much from now on."

He didn't want to mention what happened to Xiao Ci's previous life. She had experienced it, said it, hated it, and started to fight back. He just needed to be by her side, hold her in his hands with all his heart, and take good care of her.

"I'm not young anymore. You know, I will be twenty-one in June next year, although there are still ten months apart." Song Ci said.

Huo Muchen smiled fondly: "Yes, my Xiaoci will be twenty-one next year, and the girl I raised in the palm of my hand is also twenty-one."

He repeated it twice with a happy voice and seemed to be in a really good mood.

A flash of murderous intent passed by, and then passed away. Huo Muchen knew that the comics serialized on the ID of 'Mr. Huo's Little Darling', from time to time, several grids would appear, with clearly drawn pictures of what Song Ci had experienced in his previous life.

thing.

In addition to being distressed, Huo Muchen only felt pity. He lowered his head and kissed her lips deeply.

"Um……"

Song Ci's eyes widened, and he immediately hugged his neck tightly, raised his swan neck slightly to meet his kiss, and opened his red lips.

Huo Muchen breathed heavily, raised a hand and clasped her little head from behind, prying open her teeth to deepen the kiss.
Chapter completed!