Gu Rongxia pursed her lips, she knew that her best choice at this time was to go back to the car and then ask the driver to send her home.

But as if her steps were out of her control, she slowly stopped.

The footsteps behind him also became clear.

"Why did you come back so late?"

It was Joanson's voice, who had walked behind her from the gate.

Although he was talking to Aaron.

But her heart beat violently without warning.

"Why did you come back so late?"

"I'm so tired today, pinch my shoulders."

The images that suddenly flashed in her mind were still scenes that she had never remembered before.

But she knew it was her voice.

And the man with a gentle voice and a doting tone is Huo Anson.

What the hell is going on?

Are you hallucinating because you are too tired from work because you are back at Story Group?

It's not the first time that a picture of her and Huo Anson alone has flashed in her mind without warning.

It's not the hateful scenes I once remembered.

But...... Warm, sweet.

Even if there are only a few strokes in the picture, the dialogue is only two ordinary sentences.

But it always caused ripples in her heart.

"Xiao Xia Xia hasn't moved, why don't you go over and say hello?"

Aaron's voice didn't pull her back to reality.

Until the light cough of the man behind him came.

She could tell it was Anson Hoanson.

And, in the direction of the face.

Whether it is in this life or in her previous life, she is quite sensitive to Huo Ansen.

But isn't the sensitivity of this life only born of hatred?

What's going on here?

She felt that something was wrong with her today.

Perhaps the previous assumptions were wrong, and even today's experience in the advertising venue is just an illusion caused by overexhaustion.

"Rong Xia, good evening."

The girl kept her back to him, as if she was making some trouble.

But Hoanson knew it wasn't.

Even with his back to him, he could feel that she was struggling.

Struggling to respond to his greetings.

But she clearly wanted to.

Otherwise, after making eye contact with him inside the door, she would leave.

Just like when he came back from rebirth, he hated him to the bone.

and shun him like a serpent and a scorpion.

"Uncle Huo, good evening."

She turned around in the end.

It's still the same as in my memory, smiling.

Maybe it's the night, maybe the light from the street lamps isn't so strong.

In the smirk he was used to seeing, this time he actually caught a hint of crampedness.

In the afternoon, he was still competing with him and trying to talk to him.

I didn't expect to be able to see her like this at such a late hour.

Huo Ansen was very happy in his heart, and even when he looked at Aaron's face again, he didn't think that he had been so indebted to call himself down so late.

When he first received Aaron's message, he didn't even bother to pay attention to it.

It's not that I don't know the password for the door, and it's not that I don't know the password for the house.

Why let him go down and pick it up?

But Aaron is unusual, and if he doesn't pay attention to it, Aaron won't text again and again.

This time, he sent several messages in a row, forcing his temper out of the air.

I don't plan to go down even more.

Live in his house, eat his rice, use his room, and still want him to go down in the middle of the night to pick him up?

I really think of myself as an uncle.

With this in mind, he clicked on the last text message.

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