Hua Simu carried Gong Lele all the way back to the castle.

The elongated luxury motorhome is parked in front of the door, ready to go. Hua Simu stuffed Gong Lele into the RV and threatened, "Don't run away, be careful that I break your legs." ”

Gong Lele leaned back on the back of the chair with Venus in his eyes, feeling a whirlwind of the world. He regretted it, why did he run.

Without waiting for Gong Lele to answer, Hua Simu threw the car door and ran quickly towards the castle.

Ran up to the second floor in one breath, "I'm back! Brother Han has been waiting for a long time?"

Han Shu was sitting on the sofa with a book in his hand, and his eyes fell on the book.

The look of concentration.

When he heard Hua Simu's voice, he looked up at her, his eyes fell on Hua Simu's face, paused for a few seconds, then turned his gaze to the book, and replied for a while, "No, I didn't wait for you." ”

The dinner party stylist was already waiting in the room, and the professional makeup tools were lined up.

The stylist who was fiddling with the tools heard Han Mo's complaining words, turned his back and smiled silently, his shoulders shaking.

Hua Simu has been out for a long time.

At first, Han Mo just pretended to pass by the window casually, and glanced out the window to see if Hua Simu had returned.

After that, the frequency became more frequent, rising to every few minutes.

Everyone could clearly feel Han Mo's anxiety.

After a few hours like this, Han Mo stood in front of the window, his hands on the windowsill, motionless, as if he had become a stone for looking at his wife.

I don't know how long it was, until Hua Simu rushed out of the forest like a sky-skimming monkey.

Han Mo moved, and the posture of standing in front of the window for a long time made his legs a little paralyzed.

Quickly dragged his legs to the sofa and sat down, the paralysis made Han Mo's face distort slightly.

Ignoring this, he quickly pulled out a book and opened it.

At the moment when Hua Simu appeared in the afterglow, his expression was as usual.

"No, I didn't wait for you. ”

is a very resentful sentence, like a child who obviously has it, but he is angry and wants to say no.

"Cut—"

Hua Simu walked towards Han Mo.

Han Mo moved back vigilantly, his Adam's apple rolling.

"The book is taken backwards. Hua Simu pulled the book and put it back into Han Mo's hand, with a pair of beautiful eyes full of banter.

Han Mo, "......"

shit！

……

The RV drove smoothly, Han Mo leaned on the back of the chair and closed his eyes and pretended to sleep, the bridge of his nose was high, and his permed hair was three or seven points, handsome and compelling.

Hua Simu sat on one side in a gorgeous evening dress.

Gong Lele, who was spotted dumb and tied into a dumpling at the same time, was lying on a chair, weak, pitiful and helpless.

Although Han Mo's coercion was suppressed a little, it was still very strong for Gong Lele, a little ghost.

Gong Lele didn't say a word (mainly because he couldn't say it when he was dumb and dumb), he endured it with a pale face, and his face turned black.

Gong Lele closed his eyes and resisted Han Mo's strong aura.

A hand gently covered his forehead, and a comfortable breath came, enveloping him and resisting the coercion for him.

Gong Lele's chest tightness has been relieved a lot, and he can breathe more easily.

Raise your eyes to look at Hua Simu.

Hua Simu looked out the window, the scenery swept by, fleeting, and she looked at the scenery as if she had done nothing.

The eyebrows and eyes are soft.

Sensing Gong Lele's gaze, Hua Simu glared at him, his eyes were round and fierce.

Say with your mouth, "Look at what to see." ”

"......" Gong Lele retracted his gaze and closed his red and swollen eyes from crying.

All right......

When he was about to reach his destination, Obsidian, who was sitting in the co-pilot, handed over the mask, "Young Master." ”

Han Mo took it and put it on.

"Why are you wearing a mask?" Hua Simu was puzzled, it was not a masquerade ball.

A black mask, inlaid with broken diamonds, shimmering with fine shimmers.

The mask only covered the part of the eyes, and Han Mo's eyes could not be seen from the outside, but they could be seen clearly from Han Mo's perspective.

Han Mo put on a mask to add a bit of weirdness and mystery.

"Miss Huihua, the young master has his own intentions in doing this. Obsidian, who hadn't spoken all the way, interjected coldly.

Hua Simu hooked her lips and sneered, and a cold light flashed in her eyes.

If she hadn't felt such obvious hostility, she would have been in vain for hundreds of years.

The young master has his own intentions in doing this, and the implication of this sentence is that what are you? What do you know? You don't have to know.

It seems to be a respectful answer, but it is actually yin and yang.

Hua Simu has never liked to hold the shelf of a ghost and demon girl, which does not mean that she can be bullied.

A palm slapped on the leather seat, and the aura around him was extremely cold.

"Presumptuous!" Hua Simu scolded, showing no mercy, "What am I talking to your master? Could it be that you are the master?"

Gong Lele, who was lying flat on the seat, was afraid of being affected, so he shrunk his neck stiffly.

"Don't dare to ......," obsidian retorted.

"Don't dare?!" Hua Simu seemed to hear a big joke, with a sneer on her face, and her tone suddenly increased, "What else do you dare not dare to do, I think you are very bold!"

Obsidian bowed his head and said nothing.

"Brother Han, is this a good subordinate of teaching?" Hua Simu didn't forget to laugh at Han Mo in the end.

Han Mo's already bad face became worse and worse.

The voice was cold, "Get out of here and get the punishment, don't appear in front of me again." ”

Obsidian didn't expect such serious consequences and was completely panicked.

Standing up from the co-pilot, he walked to Han Mo and knelt on one knee, "My subordinates have no intentions, and I ask Young Master Han to keep your subordinates loyal and let them continue to follow you to do things." ”

Hua Simu sat with his hands on his chest and watched coldly.

", don't make me say it a second time. ”

Obsidian gritted his teeth and turned to Hua Simu, "Miss Hua, I apologize to you for my abruptness, I'm sorry, please forgive me." ”

"Oh, I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you, I don't want to forgive. ”

"So what do you have to do for me to forgive me?" Obsidian tightened his fists, his joints white.

Hua Simu saw it all.

", obsidian. Han Mo's eyes were dark.

Obsidian stubbornly knelt there, bowing his head and not saying a word.

"Yo, and force me to forgive. Hua Simu scoffed.

Bending down and looking at Obsidian, the black and white pupils were bottomless, "You apologize, I can choose to forgive or not to forgive, this is my right, do you understand?"

Not all sorry should be forgiven, and when a casual word of sorry can be gotten okay, sorry loses its meaning.

I am not a Virgin, and there is no need to forgive everyone. ”

Hua Simu said it rightly.

I'm just angry, I just don't want to forgive you, why are you still standing on the moral high ground?

Hua Simu straightened up, "And your posture tells me that you don't want to apologize at all, don't do things that are inconsistent, don't be bitter about yourself." ”

Obsidian was finally kicked out of the car by Han Mo himself.

"Hmph~" Hua Simu glared at Han Mo angrily, turned her face sideways and ignored him.

Han Mo, who was affected by anger, was very innocent.