"If you feel wronged, I can kindly let you ride tonight!" Sikong Jue's eyes were full of evil laughter.

"You..." Mu Xiaoai held back for a long time and didn't come out of your voice, then turned around and walked into the kitchen with red cheeks.

Looking at Mu Xiaoai's back, the corners of Sikong Jue's mouth rose slightly, he felt that everything he ate was fragrant, and seeing Mu Xiaoai walking out of the kitchen with a porcelain jar, Sikong Jue thought it was the pigeon soup that Mu Xiaoai made for him, looking forward to it, but his face darkened in the next second.

"Where are you going?" Seeing Mu Xiaoai walking towards the door with a porcelain jar, Sikong Jue asked with a dark face.

"Oh," Mu Xiaoai paused, and said without turning her head, "Leng Xue is injured, I'll send her chicken soup!" With that, the man had already walked out of the doorway.

Sikong Jue has never regretted punishing people, and now he regrets it, if he has to give up his soup after punishment, he will not do this loss-making business even if he is killed.

Leng Xue's back had already been replaced with medicine, and when she saw Mu Xiaoai, her eyes were stunned, but she quickly recovered her coldness and put down the soup, Mu Xiaoai didn't stay long, she knew that Leng Xue didn't want people to approach.

Walking out of the cold and snowy room, it was a little cold outside, Mu Xiaoai sighed towards her hands, and looked at the starry night sky, although the night was still endless black, but there was a little more loneliness, just like this villa isolated by the sea, although luxurious, it lacked the lively anger of the city.

Sighing, Mu Xiaoai stood under the night sky, and made up her mind that she must find a good house before her mother was discharged from the hospital, and then find a job, so that even if she left Sikong Jue, her life would be able to return to normal.

Walking into the hall, the man at the table had long since disappeared, Mu Xiaoai glanced at the study on the third floor, and saw the desperation standing on the second floor, and could probably guess that Sikong Jue was in the study on the third floor.

She has been worried about her mother for several days, so she doesn't eat regularly, her appetite is not very good, just after a few bites, Mu Xiaoai cleaned up the dining table and walked towards the bedroom on the second floor.

Walking into the room, Mu Xiaoai was still a little uncomfortable with the room that suddenly changed to white decoration, she frowned, although she was not adaptable, but compared to purple Mu Xiaoai still quickly fell in love with white, since she knew that purple might be the color that a certain woman Sikong Jue once loved, she began to have a faint rejection of purple.

Not for anything else, just because it feels like you're in possession of someone else's stuff at all times.

opened the canvas suitcase, Mu Xiaoai hung the few clothes she only had in the cloakroom, and her mother's suitcase was placed directly in the cloakroom.

After finishing this qiē, she simply freshened up, went to bed, and fell asleep in a daze, unconsciously, Mu Xiaoai felt that most of the clothes behind her had sunk down, and she guessed that it was Sikong Jue who came back, and she skimmed it.

This man too, why huddle with her when he has his own room?

"Sleeping?" A nice magnetic voice sounded in her ears, and a trace of hot air sprayed into her ears, Mu Xiaoxin began to jump inexplicably, she clenched her fists and didn't speak, but the casual sliding eyelids betrayed her.

"I'll let you ride me tonight!" The ambiguous tone made Mu Xiaoxin's mouth tremble, can a man be more shameless?

I pretend, I pretend, I continue to pretend!

Sikong Jue smiled, and his hand had slipped into the lower layer of her white pajamas.