Mu Xiao stopped abruptly, turned around slowly, and looked at the delicate and infinite face in the candlelight:

"If you really want my blessing, then I bless you."

"Miss An, today is your birthday, I wish you to give birth to Chu Shaochen's child as soon as possible, get your wish as soon as possible, and achieve positive results with him as soon as possible."

Such words are not a mockery against the will, but only a blessing and expectation from the heart.

Since, even if she has no way to save Chu Shaochen's heart no matter what, since the woman he has been thinking about has always been An Yarong, why can't she fulfill them?

It's not that I don't love it anymore.

It's just, it's too tiring.

It's just that she suddenly felt that this love was too heavy, and she didn't have the strength to carry it.

"Come and blow out the candles, or the cake will be cold."

Chu Shaochen's soft voice came clearly.

At this moment, Mu Xiao's heart suddenly seemed to be stabbed by a sharp knife, cutting a gap, and sadness poured out like a tide, making her almost suffocate in pain.

"Ahem, ahem!"

She coughed heavily, covered her lungs with her right hand that burned like fire, and ran upstairs as if she were running away.

"Click!"

The moment she closed the door, the strength of her whole body seemed to be drained, and her trembling body leaned against the cold door panel, like a withered flower, slowly sliding to the ground.

"Click, click, click......"

Tears dripped down the floor like the sound of a broken heart.

Unconsciously, all she could think of was the boy who cared about him.

It was nine years ago today, when Chu Shaochen used the money he had accumulated from picking up waste wine bottles to buy her a palm-sized cake, and that night, he called her to the gazebo behind the orphanage and lit the colorful candles on the cake with matches.

It was the first time in her life that someone had celebrated her birthday, and it was then that she knew she was never alone again.

She clearly remembered that that day, Chu Shaochen's good-looking face was bathed in the gentle candlelight, and she whispered to her:

"Yaoyao, come and blow out the candles, otherwise the cake will be cold."

"How can the cake be cold?" She laughed.

He smiled too, so honest and gentle.

She remembers that the cake that day was extra sweet, the best thing she had ever eaten in her life.

She remembered that it had snowed that night, but she had always been afraid of the cold, but she didn't feel cold......

Anyaron blew out the candles, and the light in the room dimmed a little.

"Shao Chen, thank you for celebrating my birthday." She smiled gently, cut off a piece of cake, and put it in front of Chu Shaochen.

He sat silently, looking faintly at An Yarong's beautiful little face in the dark.

Time seemed to go back to that winter nine years ago, he seemed to be back in that gazebo, her little mouth was covered with cream that day, and she smiled so happily and so satisfied.

If she were still alive, what would she be like now?

She should be 23 years old this year, and she should be a slim girl.

"Shao Chen, I still want to eat cherries, can you help me get them?" Anya Rong pursed her mouth and said tactfully.

Chu Shaochen's thoughts were withdrawn from his memories, and he responded lightly, got up and walked in the direction of the middle of the living room.

An Yarong is too similar to Yaoyao in his impression, and even her birthday is the same day.

If he can't give Yaoyao pain and favor, he will give it to Anya Rong.

This can be regarded as a kind of compensation for her in the heavenly spirit.

Seeing that Chu Shaochen had walked away, An Yarong secretly took out a blue pill in her bag and carefully threw it into Chu Shaochen's wine glass.

When the pill encounters the red wine, it bubbles up and emits a slight "zez" sound, which quickly dissolves without leaving a trace.

After a while, Chu Shaochen came back with a plate of cherries:

"Eat."

"Oh, thank you."

An Yarong smiled happily, eating cherries, and picked up the wine glass in her hand: "Shao Chen, when I met you, I knew what true love is, it was you who let me know what it means to be grateful and really to pay, I respect you for this glass of wine, and it is my gratitude to you." ”

Chu Shaochen frowned lightly, raised his glass lightly, and drank the wine in the cup with a pale face.

A hint of charm faintly appeared in Anya Rong's eyes.

……

The door opened, and Chu Shaochen helped An Yarong into the room.

"In the future, you will sleep here, and I will do my best to find a reliable nanny to take care of you." Chu Shaochen said lightly, turned around and left.

"Shao Chen." She grabbed his hand, and her soft body was close to him:

"Is it okay to stay with me tonight, you haven't been with someone for a long time, someone ...... I miss you so much......"

The faint smell of wine and the smell of seductive perfume rushed into Chu Shaochen's nose, and her delicate little hand reached into his shirt, touching him recklessly.

Chu Shaochen's brows frowned slightly, and his voice gradually became cold:

"Don't make a fuss."

In the past, An Yarong was a very introverted woman, it must be because she drank a lot of wine tonight to be so abnormal, and today is her birthday, he will try to be patient.

However, instead of flinching, An Yarong leaned on him more firmly, and her delicate body clinged to him like a water snake:

"I didn't make trouble, Shao Chen, you haven't asked me since that night, I'm also a woman, Shao Chen, I want you to love me well, Shao Chen, you have to love me well......"

An Yarong's voice was already a delicate murmur, and the delicate voice seemed to be able to squeeze out water, and her little face was a bewitching crimson, and even the breath exhaled from her mouth and nose was hot.

Now she is so similar to those random women on the Fengyue field!

Chu Shaochen stared, and his dark eyebrows silently revealed a bit of disgust.

Is this still the pure and gentle jade girl?

Chu Shaochen's face became colder and colder.

However, at this time, why did it suddenly seem like a fire was burning in his body, making him become unconscious in an instant?

"Shao Chen, I love you, Shao Chen, love me well, okay? Shao Chen, I want you to love me......"

The woman's soft voice, with a subtle whisper, rang in his ears seductively.

The smell of perfume on her body was already so strong, and at this moment, it was more like it was infinitely magnified, making the delirious Chu Shaochen inexplicably out of control.

He tried to calm down, and suddenly pushed her shoulders hard: "Anya Rong, you focus on yourself, don't forget that you are pregnant with my child now." ”

An Yarong shook violently, her delicate body fell heavily on the bed, and she looked at Chu Shaochen in front of her in disbelief:

Could it be that she didn't take enough medicine?

An Yarong is extremely sober in her heart, but on the surface, she has a small mouth, pretending to be a bewitching/charming drunk:

"Shao Chen, how can you ...... How can you do this to others? ”

"Ah, my head is so dizzy, Shao Chen, where am I? Chen, you say, am I drunk? ”

Chu Shaochen looked at her with a dark face and didn't speak again.

The next second, he turned around and staggered out the door.

The hot blood seemed to be boiling, as if it was about to burst his whole body.

He was in a trance, and pictures that shouldn't have been flashing in his mind kept flashing.

What's going on tonight?

How can there be such a strong sense of loss of control?

It's like some kind of animal that has lost control......

"Click!"

Delirious, he pushed open the door to the next living room, instinctively groping his way in the darkness to the bathroom, now he had to take a cool shower to cool himself.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, there was a heavy movement in the living room.

"Who?"

Mu Xiaohu got out of bed suspiciously, walked out of the bedroom, and pressed the switch in the living room.

The moment the lights came on, she saw Chu Shaochen,

He was standing next to the sofa in the middle of the living room, his right hand on the back of the sofa, and his face seemed to be a little abnormal.

Her eyebrows furrowed slightly, and a puzzled syllable sounded between her wet red lips:

"Chu Shaochen, what are you doing in my room?"

“……”

Chu Shaochen glanced at her with a strange expression, suddenly changed direction, and walked straight towards her.

At this time, Mu Xiao noticed that his blush was abnormal, and even his eyes, which had always been as cold as ice, had turned into a bewitching scarlet color at this time.

"What happened? Shao Chen, you ...... What happened to you? ”

Although he was a little scared in his heart, Mu Xiao still walked up to him worriedly, and his snow-white little hand was on his forehead:

"Your head is so hot, I'll take you to the hospital, ah!"

Before she finished her words, her body was suddenly hugged tightly by Chu Shaochen.

Mu Xiao panicked instantly, and before she could figure out what was going on, his hot lips had already fallen into her cheeks.

His face, his lips, were like a scorching flame, and for a moment she was upset.

She put her weak hands on him and pushed him hard:

"Chu Shaochen, what's the matter with you? Don't do that, don't ...... Yes! ”

As soon as his body shook, he had already picked her up sideways, and staggered towards the bedroom with her in his arms.

She was frightened and frightened, and struggled desperately, but as if he had lost his soul, he just forcibly held her and walked forward.

The man's strength was so great, no matter how hard she struggled, she couldn't break free from the restraints of his arms.

"Help me ......"

Chu Shaochen looked at her with scarlet eyes, his dry lips against her fair forehead, and his voice had become dry and hoarse.

Mu Xiaofright's mind was restless:

"Of course I'll help you, but how can I help you if you're like this? Chu Shaochen, you let go of me first, let go of ......"

"Boom!"

She was thrown on a soft/soft bed, her weak body rising and falling from the violent concussions.

She didn't have time to come back to her senses, and the sturdy man, like an iron plate, pressed her tightly.

"What the hell is going on with you? Chu Shaochen, are you sober? Why do this to me? ”

His body was so heavy, Mu Xiao was pressed by him so strongly, she couldn't move, she could only make a helpless resistance.

"Mu Xiao, help me!"

Chu Shaochen's thin, hot lips trembled painfully between her eyebrows.

"You ......"

Immediately understood what he wanted, Mu Xiao's face turned red for a moment.

However, thinking of the picture of him and An Yarong together, she couldn't help but feel infinite resistance in her heart:

"The woman you love is right next door, why don't you go to her? Don't touch me, don't, don't, don't ......"

"I don't agree, Chu Shaochen, you are strong...... Woo! ”

She couldn't go on, because Chu Shaochen's lips suddenly pressed down, tightly blocking her small mouth