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Inside the villa.

The servant brought the food to the table and began to eat.

Huo Xiumo handed over a bouquet of bright roses, and said indifferently with thin lips: "Find a vase and raise it for me." ”

The servant took it, found the transparent vase, carefully opened the wrapping paper, cut the roots of the roses, and filled them with water before sending them to the man.

Huo Xiumo put the flowers in front of the dining table, his eyebrows looked indifferent as usual, and after a while, at the staircase, the figure of the woman Miaoman appeared.

Jiang Yansheng stepped downstairs, and his eyes were attracted by the flowers.

When she saw where the vase was placed, she raised her eyebrows, but she didn't say anything, and walked to the table and sat down.

The dinner prepared by the servants was served on the table, and then retreated, and the atmosphere in the dining room was quiet, except for the sound of the clattering of dishes and spoons.

Jiang Yansheng occasionally raised her eyes, and saw the roses in the man's hand, and when she was halfway through eating, she was almost full, put down the chopsticks, supported her cheek with one hand, and stared at the handsome man in front of her quietly.

She doesn't ask the man if he wants to spend it, to see how long he lasts.

Outcome......

Huo Xiumo finished eating elegantly, put down the dishes and chopsticks, picked up the vase with his slender and white hand, and walked upstairs.

Before leaving, her deep eyes glanced at her white face, and her thin lips hooked slightly.

Jiang Yansheng's red lips snorted coldly, she didn't want it yet.

In the evening, Huo Xiumo brought a bottle of roses to dinner and office, and he got it wherever he went, and he still appeared in front of her with a high level, and Jiang Yansheng couldn't ignore it if he wanted to.

She pursed her lips but didn't ask, took out her mobile phone and made an order call.

It was past nine o'clock.

Huo Xiumo finished handling his business, raised his wrist and looked at the time, then closed the notebook, stood up with a tall body, stretched out his slender hand, and picked up the roses placed in front of the table and walked out of the study.

He returned to his room an hour earlier than usual, walked to the bedroom door, his steady footsteps seemed to be deliberate, and pushed the door in.

……

The bedroom is brightly lit and clearly illuminates every corner, the curtains have long been drawn, and the air is still full of flowers.

When the man saw the bouquet of roses placed next to the bed, his eyes narrowed, and he stared fixedly at the woman in the bathrobe in front of him after taking a bath.

Compared to a room full of roses, it was obvious that the bouquet in his hand was not enough.

Jiang Yansheng sat on the edge of the bed, and after applying the scar removal ointment on his calf, he slowly raised his eyelashes, and smiled when he saw the man standing at the door with his thin lips pursed, still holding his precious roses in his hands.

She looked at the man arrogantly, and the tone overflowing from her red lips sounded coquettish: "I have it myself." ”

"You can bear it."

If you don't ask for him, buy a room for yourself and put it there.

This made Huo Xiumo's face not very good-looking.

Jiang Yansheng laughed happily, pinched one of the bunches with his fingertips, put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed it: "My one is better than yours, do you want to give you a few flowers to hold?" ”

She laughed at him for being a big man, and he had such a childish style.

Huo Xiumo's face was expressionless, and he strode in.

He didn't look at the roses on the floor, walked to the head of the bed, and blatantly placed his bunch on the cabinet, the most conspicuous position.

It's really a competition.

Then, turn around and go to the bathroom to take a shower.

Jiang Yansheng heard the sound of gurgling water from the bathroom, and the afterglow at the end of his eyes swept the roses on the bedside table, which were bright and beautiful.

She pursed her lips and chuckled, leaned over and kissed the petals.

……

Huo Xiumo came out after taking a shower, with a white bath towel around his waist and abdomen, and picked up the clean bathrobe resting on the sofa and put it on, and he walked out of the door.

Jiang Yansheng hadn't slept yet, lying on his side on the bed looking at his phone.

A few minutes later, the bedroom door was pushed open again, and Huo Xiumo went downstairs and came up with a glass of milk.

"Drink and go to bed."

He walked over to the edge of the bed, took the woman's phone with his big slender hand, and shoved the glass into her palm.

Jiang Yansheng's long eyelashes blinked lightly, and he didn't speak for a while.

Instead, she looked at the milk in front of her, and during this time, Huo Xiumo would give her a glass of hot milk almost every night, saying that it would help her sleep.

After drinking it a few times, she got used to it.

However, when Huo Xiumo stuffed the cup into the palm of his hand, he couldn't help but think of Ji Wenlun's words in his mind.

Could it be...... Having a problem with milk?

Jiang Yansheng was taken aback by this idea, and he didn't know why he had such a terrible thought, his eyes were a little dazed.

She quietly glanced at Huo Xiumo's handsome features, and quietly hid her thick eyelashes.

"I can't drink that much."

Jiuliang, Jiang Yansheng whispered with red lips.

Huo Xiumo looked the same on the surface, sitting on the edge of the bed with a tall body, raising his hand, turning off the lamp, leaving only a table lamp.

The roses on the ground were also left untied.

He said lightly: "Drink as much as you want." ”

"Oh."

Jiang Yansheng took a few sips of milk in front of him, which can be regarded as a small half.

Then he handed the cup to the man: "Don't drink it." ”

"Hmm." Huo Xiumo took it and rested it on the bedside table, his facial features were hidden in the darkness, and his tall body lay down next to her.

The two had very little conversation, and once Jiang Yansheng became suspicious in his heart, he would think about it.

She buried her delicate face in the pillow and closed her eyes, but she had no intention of falling asleep.

Time passed minute by minute, and even Huo Xiumo's steady breathing came, and Jiang Yansheng didn't seem to feel any sleepiness.

Could it be that she was wrong?

Didn't add anything to this glass of milk?

She quietly rolled over and touched the man's arm, Huo Xiumo's eyes were closed, and she didn't wake him up.

Jiang Yansheng bit her pale lip, and while he was asleep, she slowly lifted the quilt and got out of bed, the white bathrobe on her body was still slightly open, revealing her delicate collarbones and shoulders, and a green silk followed her squatting on the ground, silky and scattered.

She reached out her white hand and took the man's black suit pants and found his phone in his trouser pocket.

Huo Xiumo had already changed the screen photo and used a black background, and after Jiang Yansheng lit up the screen, he found that the man had set up a combination lock at some point.

Her brows furrowed, and she was still squatting on the floor.

Huo Xiumo's mobile phone never has any locks, except for answering calls and sending text messages, and there is no social software and games to play.

So, what does it mean that he suddenly locked his phone?

Jiang Yansheng turned his head, his eyes quietly glanced at the handsome man sleeping on the bed, his throat seemed to be blocked, and his fingertips pinched the mobile phone.

It was late at night, and the bedroom was dimly lit.

Jiang Yansheng sat on the ground, lowered her eyes, the faint halo of the mobile phone was refracted on her face, and her white fingers pressed the screen buttons, and she tried the password for a long time.

Wrong password.

Wrong password.

Countless times, all the screen shows is the wrong password!

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