Mu Xiaoai's face changed slightly, and her heart was a little sour, Shanti and his childhood sweetheart, using her birthday as a password, of course, but she was still a little choked and uncomfortable in her heart.

A series of changes in her, Sikong Jue was in full view, his gaze moved from Wen Jiàn in front of him to her face, he looked at her with a pen, the corners of his mouth flashed a trace of helplessness, and he slowly spoke.

"You even thought of Shandy's birthday, are you still going to try Nangong Ling's birthday!"

"Huh?" Mu Xiaoai looked up at him puzzled, and the inquiring eyes clearly asked two words: Is it?

Nangong Ling's birthday?

Although she thought about a lot of people, she categorically would not think that Sikong Jue's password would use Nangong Ling's birthday, but in terms of returning 10,000 yuan, if Sikong Jue's mobile phone password was Nangong Ling's birthday...

Not only strange, but also weird, obviously Mu Xiaoai wanted to be crooked, she secretly glanced at Nangong Ling, and shook her head negatively, impossible, Sikong Jue should be... Normal·· Let's do it!

"Mu Xiaoai, put away your dirty-dirty thoughts..." Sikong Jue spoke coldly, his tone a little doting.

"Ahem..."

I don't know who guided her, which way to think, can she be blamed for this? Can you blame her?

Obviously, what she was thinking didn't escape the eyes of Sikong Jue in the slightest.

Sikong Jue let out a long sigh, put down the Wen Jiàn in his hand, picked up another Wen Jiàn, and opened his slightly closed thin lips lightly.

"You think about everyone's birthday, why don't you think about your birthday?"

"Huh?" Mu Xiaoai was stunned, looked up, looked over, and a trace of strangeness slipped through her heart, it was either warm or sweet, anyway, it was an indescribable feeling.

He obviously didn't want to say anything more to her, he looked down at Wen Jiàn in his hand seriously, and the pen in his hand wrote something on the paper... Confucius said: Men who work seriously look the most handsome! This is true.

Confucius was furious: Md, when did Lao Tzu say this!

He lowered his head, a few short strands of hair hung down on his forehead, and the faint light shone on his jet-black hair, she found that this man's hair was so good, and his delicate silhouette had a bit of charming brilliance, Mu Xiaoai could not deny that this man's handsomeness had not weakened at all whether it was five years ago or five years later.

His slender fingers grasped the pen, and suddenly, his gaze quickly swept over the text in front of him, his eyes were cold, and his brows were furrowed, and then the text was "snapped" by him. It closed with a thud and dropped it on the seat next to it.

Obviously, the text in front of him angered someone, and Mu Xiaoai wanted to be curious, what was written in the text?

"Have you seen enough?"

He didn't look at her, but opened his mouth coldly, and then picked up another piece of text.

"Ahem..."

Mu Xiaoai was embarrassed, and immediately lowered her head, what is she doing? She was stunned, guessed the password, she looked at the black phone in her hand, it was already black, she immediately pressed it, and the phone lit up again.

Sikong Jue looked at her actions to cover up, and he didn't expose it, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and the mood that was angered by Wen Jiàn just now disappeared in an instant!

He continued to look at the text in his hand.

Mu Xiaoai saw that he didn't look at her, so she relieved her heart, glanced at the phone in her hand, and thought of what the man said just now, she entered her birthday, but it seemed that there were only three numbers, and the remaining three numbers!

She thought about it for a moment and typed in Sikong Jue's birthday.

The next second, a line of small print appeared on the phone screen: You entered the wrong password!

Immediately after that, he added: You have one more chance!

She had the illusion that if she made a mistake again, the phone might be taken back by Sikong Jue.

What's that?

Isn't it her birthday to sue sù?

How could it be wrong?

raised his aggrieved gaze and looked at the man sitting opposite, with an angry face, although he didn't open his mouth, but the gaze clearly stated: Didn't you say it was my birthday? Are you trying to trick me?

Sikong Jue glanced at her and spat out three numbers.

“216”

216？

Mu Xiaoai was stunned and looked up at the man in the distance.

Sikong Jue looked at her, his eyes flashing with a trace of unbearability.

"The last three numbers, 216," he said again.

Mu Xiaoai's face turned pale, and he slowly lowered his head when he saw this, and neither of them spoke for a moment, she clutched the black mobile phone in her hand tightly.

Sikong Jue was no better, his expression changed slightly, and his eyes were scattered, but he quickly withdrew his gaze, grabbed the pen in his hand, and continued to review the text in his hand.

Mu Xiaoai breathed a sigh of relief, 216, Ziheng's birthday, she never thought that his mobile phone password would be her and Ziheng's birthday, she felt a little sorry for him in her heart, in the five years that she disappeared, did he have to enter the birthdays of two dead people every day.

Is he guilty? Or is it repentance? Every day he has to recall the torture caused by those six numbers, and Mu Xiaoai has some sympathy for him.

She's had a hard time in the past five years, but what about him?

It seems to be more difficult than her, and she has to be tortured every day.

He also didn't want to think about bad luck.

A tear slipped down, she thought she wouldn't be crying, but she still couldn't help it, she sniffed, from that night, the night she took him for Qin Mufeng, to the final auction, and to the final transaction she made with him for her mother, one qiē and one qiē were so unreal, and they were played back in front of her eyes one after another.

The appearance of Shanti, the appearance of the ghost elder, the two from separation, to the meeting five years later, how much history of blood and tears is written, Mu Xiaoai smiled bitterly, this experience can be made into a bloody emotional drama!

Sikong Jue looked at her with his eyebrows twisted, knowing what she was crying about, but he didn't comfort her, he just watched quietly.

God is unfair to him, he lost his parents since he was a child, and at the age of ten, he not only had to be trained in all kinds of perverts of the ghost elder, but also had to learn how to run S-K every day, at the age of thirteen, he was already sitting at the conference table, presiding over the video meeting of thousands of people, and at the age of fifteen, he had already taken over the business of the S-K underworld.

Whether it was the deception in the shopping mall or the bloody storm at the scene of the arms transaction, he was already in danger at the age of fifteen, and he supported all kinds of assassinations and frame-ups.

But God sent their mother and son to him in his dark days, which is the luckiest thing in his life, although she has the virus, but he does not regret meeting her, Ziheng is hovering on the edge of life and death, she abandoned him again, how much he wants to accompany her, but Ziheng still needs someone to take care of her.

One year·· If she had appeared a year late, he might not have seen her, maybe the two would be truly separated by yin and yang...

"Ding Ding Ding..." A crisp mobile phone ringtone suddenly remembered, pulling the thoughts of the two back to reality, Mu Xiaoai hurriedly reached out and wiped away the tears on his face, Sikong Jue also instantly retracted his thoughts, and quickly signed his name, but then realized that he had not read the text in his hand at all.

"Ding Ding Ding..." The phone is still ringing.

Mu Xiaoai turned around at this time, glanced at it, and was looking at Wen Jiàn's Sikong Jue to speak.

"Your phone!"

Sikong Jue raised his head, glanced at her, looked at the call from above, and instantly felt a little funny, a smile flashed at the corner of his mouth, and then he took the phone.

"Hey..."

"Godfather, is Godmother with you?"

The phone was not loud, but Lily's crisp voice still made Mu Xiaoai scold her mother a little.

Dead girl, when is it not good to call, but at this time, it took her a lot of effort to get the password, she made a phone call, and she got it! Busy in vain.

Sikong Jue glanced at her puffing little face, smiled and said, "She's here!" ”

"Oh, I see! Lily doesn't bother my godmother and godfather! After the little girl finished speaking, she quickly hung up the phone.

Sikong Jue smiled, put away his phone, and looked at Mu Xiaoai.

"Do you still want a phone?"

This scene is like a child playing with a mobile phone, and suddenly someone calls in, and the adult answers the phone, looks at the child, and asks: Are you still playing with the mobile phone?

Mu Xiaoai looked at him, angrily popped up, and gritted her teeth and spit out three words.

"Don't do it!"

Sikong Jue smiled faintly, put the mobile phone in his pocket, sorted out a few points, put it into the mezzanine of the carriage, put away the pen, moved his waist, and then raised his wrist to look at the time.

"I've been squatting on the ground for more than an hour, aren't your legs numb?" He looked at her and said lightly, and then patted the place next to him, "Sit down!" ”

Her legs were indeed numb, she was stunned for three seconds, she seemed to be preparing to do something just now, she thought, suddenly stood up, didn't pay attention for a while, and hit the roof of the car.

"Bang..."

"Ahh

Sikong Jue's face darkened, he shook his head helplessly, reached out and dragged him to the seat, rubbed the top of her aching head, and roared, "Reckless, how have you spent the past five years?" There was a doting tone in his tone.

Mu Xiaoai held her forehead with her hand, her eyes were black for a while, it hurt, she twisted her little face, her eyes flashed with tears, and then she pouted, looked at the man next to her, and stretched out her hand.

"Give me the phone, I have to ask Lily to send me clothes!"

Suddenly, the car shook, and there was the sound of brakes, and Sikong Jue glared at her, ignoring her outstretched palm, took off her clothes, and covered her body.

Before Mu Xiaoai could react, Sikong Jue had already opened the car door with a "bang", and the cool breeze blew the experience, Mu Xiaoai was stunned and looked outside in surprise, here and there is still the north gate of the Snow Palace.

The lone wolf stood outside respectfully and spoke, "Young Master, it's here!" ”

"Hmm!" Sikong Jue snorted and turned his head to look at Mu Xiaoai.

Arrived??

Where?

Mu Xiaoai looked at the quiet villa area outside with an ugly face, swallowed her saliva, and turned her head to look at the culprit, Sikong Jue.