In the dream, there was a grand drinking party, and she wore a small purple bandeau dress and shuttled through the crowd with a wine glass. She was surrounded by handsome men in suits and leather shoes, surrounding her in the center of the hall.

Well, the quality is good, and it suits her taste. Jiang Xiaoqiao smacked his lips in satisfaction and turned over.

This figure is good, I don't know if there are eight-pack abs and mermaid line? Next to this, a pair of peach blossom eyes are really seductive. Hey, you come over there, I think you're a little familiar.

She beckoned, and the long figure in a silver-gray suit not far away really walked over obediently. Clear eyebrows and deep eyes, which is the type she likes. It's just that the expression on his face is very flat, like someone.

Who is it like? Jiang Xiaoqiao closed his eyes and frowned vigorously.

Just as she was about to ask, the beautiful man smiled sinisterly, and his claws stretched out to her face......

"Ahhh

In front of her, there was a man's face, looking at her. The smile was exactly the same as in the dream.

Jiang Xiaoqiao dropped off for half a minute, and last night's incident finally crept into his mind. She remembered that she came to her stepson's house to inquire about Mo Jingyuan's whereabouts, and she remembered that the two drank together later, and she accompanied him to drink a few more drinks in order to set his words, and Mo Andy seemed to be really drunk and said something. And then.

And then what?!

Mo Jingyuan looked down at Jiang Xiaoqiao's face changing back and forth, from the expression in his sleep to the surprise when he opened his eyes, puzzled, and then twisted his eyebrows as if he was trying to recall something, and then turned into a frightened look.

He struggled to hold back a laugh and asked her seriously, "What did you dream about?" ”

Jiang Xiaoqiao's heart was like ashes. Let her die in her dreams, she thought desperately. I felt that my body under the quilt was not an inch, and chagrin and guilt came up together.

Although she has never met Mo Jingyuan, she naturally can't talk about any feelings, but after all, she is his legal wife, cheating like this three times and twice, or with his biological son, when she really sees him in person, how should she face it?

She finally knew what it meant to shoot herself in the foot. I don't know if when Mo Andy's father comes back, he should obediently take the initiative to admit his mistake, or pretend that nothing happened, wait for the East Window incident, and then cry and beg him for forgiveness?

But can she be blamed for this?! The old man has been married for so long and has not shown his face, but instead has a handsome stepson who hooks up with her, a young and beautiful little mother, all day long! Mo Jingyuan, your son is so bold, do you know?!

Mo Jingyuan didn't know these twists and turns in Jiang Xiaoqiao's heart, looking at her with a tangled face, he just felt funny.

The sudden ringing of the mobile phone pierced the ambiguous silence in the room. Mo Jingyuan turned over and sat up. The curtains in the bedroom were drawn, and in the dim light, Jiang Xiaoqiao could only see a not very clear back, with a slender neck, broad shoulders and a narrow waist, and thinking of his strong and powerful arms and warm embrace, Jiang Xiaoqiao's face turned red.

Damn, damn it, it's all this time, and I'm still thinking about something that I don't have. She was hopeless.

"What's the matter?" Mo Jingyuan's deep voice sounded, with a bit of hoarseness that had just woken up and a bit of ambiguous laziness that sounded. Jiang Xiaoqiao glared at the back of his head hatefully: This guy who builds his happiness on other people's guilt, stares at you to death!

As if sensing the indignant gaze behind him, Mo Jingyuan turned around and looked at Jiang Xiaoqiao hiding in the quilt, wrapping himself tightly, only revealing a small head, his big eyes stared at him for a moment, and there seemed to be a suspicious flush on his white cheeks.

Thinking of yesterday's night, the corners of Mo Jingyuan's mouth hooked again, he reached out and stroked the top of Jiang Xiaoqiao's head, while answering briefly on the other end of the phone: "Well, I know." I'll talk about it when I get to the company. ”

Saying that, he hung up the phone, stood up, buttoned his shirt while raising his eyebrows at Jiang Xiaoqiao, who was in a state of upheaval on the bed: "Don't get up yet, my bed is so comfortable?"

Before the words fell, I saw her sit up on the ground, and after half a second, she reacted, and quickly pulled up the quilt to cover her shoulders, looking at him vigilantly.

"Mo Andy, you bastard!

Mo Jingyuan was speechless. She has adapted quickly to her identity as a "little mother", and now she has begun to use her identity as an elder to suppress him. "Shouldn't it be polite to talk to your boss?" He leaned over and saw Jiang Xiaoqiao shrinking back, so he approached with his hands by her side, imprinted a kiss on her forehead, and turned around and walked out of the room.

The temperature of his lips was still in front of Jiang Xiaoqiao's forehead, and her face turned red again. She picked up the picture frame she had seen in the bedroom door yesterday with some curiosity.

The photo shows a young woman with shoulder-length short hair, fair skin, and slender legs. The slender willow eyebrows lined a pair of smart water-cutting eyes more and more pure, she pursed her lips and smiled slightly, and the shallow pear vortex on one side of the corner of her mouth added a bit of dexterity and charm to her. The pure white cheongsam outlines the perfect curves, without powder, but it has a thrilling beauty.

The woman was holding a little boy in her arms, but he was five or six years old, and his handsome eyebrows were somewhat similar to those of a woman, and he could already see his handsome appearance when he grew up.

Jiang Xiaoqiao could see at a glance that this child was Mo Andy in his childhood. Then the woman holding him must be his mother. She had never seen such a good-looking and temperamental beauty, and it turned out that Mo Andy's good genes were all from her mother.

The clock in the living room rang, and Jiang Xiaoqiao was excited: I have to go to work today!

Jiang Xiaoqiao's eyes lit up and approached the kitchen, where Mo Andy was carrying a plate of poached eggs on the table. He wore an apron around him, but he didn't feel abrupt at all, but had a different gentle taste. The microwave oven on the side "ding", he opened it and took out two cups of hot milk from it, and when he turned around, he saw Jiang Xiaoqiao's hungry wolf-like gaze, so he beckoned.

"Taste it," he remembered the time when Jiang Xiaoqiao cooked it himself, and the nightmarish taste seemed to still be in his mouth, "Poached eggs do this." ”

Jiang Xiaoqiao sat down unceremoniously, the poached eggs on the plate on the table were golden and round, which was very different from what he had made. She stretched out her chopsticks and took a bite, and couldn't help but praise loudly: "Mo Andy, you can cook so deliciously." "It's just a five-good young man who can go up to the hall and down to the kitchen!

Mo Jingyuan put two pieces of toast in front of her, sat down himself, took a sip of the milk cup: "My mother taught me." When he was a child, he only liked to eat the food made by his mother, and he used to chase her in the kitchen and follow her curiously, but then no one made it for him.

Jiang Xiaoqiao was stunned. It must be the person in the photo just now. Such an elegant, beautiful and ingenious girl must have been very liked by Mo Andi's father back then, but I don't know where she has gone now? Why did Mo Jingyuan marry him again?

But he didn't dare to ask, and he didn't know how to answer, so he had to lower his head and eat silently. The room was quiet for a while, only the sound of the clock ticking came, Jiang Xiaoqiao raised his head and quietly glanced at Mo Andi opposite, he lowered his eyes and didn't know what he was pondering, his long eyelashes covered the deep and cold black pupils.

She suddenly wondered what he was like when she was a child. She thought that he was born as the pride of the sky, and there was a difference between her life and that of an illegitimate daughter who was disliked and ignored everywhere, and she always felt that the two of them were not in the same world at all.

So for Mo Andi's various teasing, she only regarded it as a momentary novelty of the gentleman. is a big grinning character, her marriage has been decided by others, but she doesn't want to obediently follow the route designed by others. So when such a high-quality handsome guy is sent to the door, the side who looks at the face in his heart quickly defeats reason and simply indulges a few times.

It's really difficult not to be tempted by such a person, but Jiang Xiaoqiao has been secretly setting up a line of defense in his heart. The ambiguity with Mo Jingyuan made her occasionally panic, but she also knew clearly that she would no longer trust and rely on Licheng unconditionally.

In the end, it was exchanged for ruthless betrayal and the cynicism of Jiang Beibei's villain.

She didn't want to be wrong again, and would rather die alone than easily entrust her sincerity to it. Mo Andy, who was born with a golden spoon in his mouth, expected that his flowery life would not have too many deep bonds with people like her.

It's just that in the contact these days, Jiang Xiaoqiao seems to be faintly aware that under the aura of the successor of the Qingyuan Group and the eldest young master of the Mo family, there seems to be something hidden that no one knows.

Mo Andy has been carefully covering up, but Jiang Xiaoqiao can still feel it. The last time I went to masturbate and was asked about my love history, his momentary silence was the same as the silence at the moment.

There is a secret, perhaps painful memory, that may not even be easier than hers. He didn't want to say, she didn't dare ask.

When the two walked out of the community, the security guard greeted Jiang Xiaoqiao with a smile, the little girl who asked for directions yesterday had delicate facial features, sweet and moving, and it was difficult for people to forget.

Jiang Xiaoqiao was uncomfortable, sneakily following behind Mo Jingyuan like a shrunken quail. The face is full of four big words "Be a thief with a weak heart".

She walked with her head down, praying not to meet acquaintances, but at a glance she saw Lewen standing in front of the car waiting. The latter seemed very happy to see the two of them, and waved at her from afar. Mo Jingyuan was also in a good mood, and opened the car door to signal Jiang Xiaoqiao to go in.

Jiang Xiaoqiao hesitated, but still got in and went to work again, it was estimated that she would be late, she didn't want to be called by Director Xue to train all morning. Lewen looked at the contrasting expressions on the faces of his boss and his wife through the rearview mirror, probably guessed something, and sighed secretly while snickering.

I wonder if the boss's wife will be mad if she knows the true identity of the boss? Hey, when the time comes, you must stay away in advance, so as not to harm the pond fish.