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The bedroom door was ajar and there was only a slight noise, and soon silence regained as the man's footsteps faded away.

Jiang Yansheng was lying in the quilt with his body shrunk, and the black green silk scattered to block most of his face, and he could only see the drooping eyelashes trembling slightly.

The slightly pale cheeks were pressed against the pillow, and the breath on the tip of his nose was the smell of a man's stomachache, and he lay quietly for a while, Jiang Yansheng twisted his eyebrows and sat up suddenly.

She lifted the covers and stepped barefoot on the floor.

In the study, the door was not closed.

Jiang Yansheng saw Huo Xiumo's tall and straight figure standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, with one hand in his trouser pocket, his back to him, and he was holding his mobile phone and speaking very quickly to order business.

She bit her lower lip and stood in the doorway for a moment before walking over.

The sound of extremely light footsteps soon walked behind the man's tall man, her white hand raised her hand and hugged his waist, and pressed her face against the dark black suit, through the fabric, his body temperature came clearly.

Huo Xiumo's deep and noble voice paused for a second, and then continued, turning his eyes sideways to look at the woman's white face, and her slender and warm big hand covered her slightly cool and soft hand.

Jiang Yansheng immediately hugged him a few tightly, eager to burrow the whole person into the man's body.

Huo Xiumo took five or six minutes to finish explaining his business and then hung up the phone.

He put his phone in his trouser pocket, and his tall, slender body turned to face the frail woman in front of him, staring at her for a few seconds.

Jiang Yansheng lowered his face, his pursed lips showed a hint of stubbornness, and he reached out to pull the corner of his clothes.

In the middle of the sound, Huo Xiumo stretched out his strong arms and picked her up and placed her on the sofa, kneeling on one knee on the floor, almost facing her at eye level.

Jiang Yansheng's eyelashes trembled slightly, as if a trace of tears flowed.

"So old, still clingy to a child?" Huo Xiumo looked at her as if she was about to shed tears in the next moment, and her slender fingers covered the woman's face and rubbed gently.

Jiang Yansheng blinked, forced back the tears, raised his slender arms to hug his neck, and his voice was very soft, overflowing his pursed red lips: "It's sticky to you." ”

She said, but she didn't let go.

Huo Xiumo let her hold it, wiped away the tears from the corners of the woman's eyes with his long fingers, and said in a low voice: "I have a full schedule today, and I will have to deal with Jiaojiao's affairs later, you are good, go back to the bedroom and lie down first, huh?" ”

"I'm right here!"

Jiang Yansheng didn't want to go back to the cold place in the bedroom, she didn't dare to close her eyes when she was lying on the bed alone, for fear that she would fall into a deep sleep after falling asleep and be replaced by another self.

Every time she woke up, she felt like she was at a loss for everything, she didn't know what was going on, and she didn't know what she had done.

Jiang Yansheng subconsciously wanted to rely on the person closest to him, his fingertips tugged at the collar of his shirt, and his dark eyes were extremely soft: "Just looking at you, okay?" ”

Huo Xiumo was so helpless by her appearance that he had to pick up the woman and go back to the bedroom, he did not go back to the study to work, but leaned on the edge of the bed with his tall and slender body to accompany her.

Jiang Yansheng was lying in the white quilt, holding the man's big hand tightly with one hand, tilting his head slightly, his eyes open.

Her makeup hadn't been removed yet, and her magnificent face didn't make her look cold now, and judging from the look she had revealed, she was younger than her age.

is like a little girl who hasn't grown up, and has a persistent obsession with a trace of warmth.

Huo Xiumo's eyes were slightly constricted, he lowered his head, and a gentle kiss fell on the center of her eyebrows, and the male breath mixed with the temperature was lightly sprinkled on her fair skin.

Jiang Yansheng's long eyelashes closed, his fingertips let go of his big hand, and instead hugged the man's neck, the two of them forehead against forehead, and the four eyes could see each other's eyes clearly.

"What are you afraid of?"

Huo Xiumo saw that she was not very dependent on him as before, and there was always something worrying in her eyes.

Jiang Yansheng shook her head, she couldn't speak.

"Don't ask."

……

After lying in the bedroom for about half an hour, outside the balcony, the sound of a car sounded, and the bodyguard escorted Jiao Jiao to the living room of Dujingyuan, and the maid went upstairs to inform.

After a while, Huo Xiumo and Jiang Yansheng went downstairs together, she had already washed off her gorgeous makeup, changed into a long purple dress, her face was clean, and her long hair was soft and draped over her shoulders.

When Jiao Jiao saw her, the wound on her wrist seemed to be aching, and she shrank in the corner of the sofa, embarrassed and shaking.

"Don't come here."

The woman's voice was a little high-pitched, as if it was about to collapse in the next moment.

Jiang Yansheng's footsteps stopped slightly, and he almost didn't recognize that the woman with the shawl on the ground was Jiao Jiao, wearing a white and blue hospital gown draped over the emaciated body, her face was very pale, her eye circles were extremely heavy, and her neck and wrists were still wrapped in gauze, faintly stained with blood.

She quietly withdrew her gaze, her eyelashes tucked down.

Jiao Jiao stared at a pair of blood-red eyes, and when she saw the man next to Jiang Yansheng, she bit her lip and crossed deep complex emotions.

"Huo Xiumer."

Calling out this name, Jiao Jiao's whole person was hateful and resentful.

Compared with her fierce reaction, Huo Xiumo's expression was as usual, his head turned sideways, and he spoke to Jiang Yansheng in a low voice: "Can you handle it?" ”

Jiang Yansheng nodded, and a smile appeared on his lips: "Hmm." ”

"Something called me." Huo Xiumo secretly pinched her palm before turning around and leaving the living room.

He wasn't there to ask him.

Because he was not present, Jiao Jiao faced Jiang Yansheng, a female madman, alone, and was a little more frightened, wanting to get up from the ground and run out, but was stopped by the bodyguards.

"Why struggle?"

Jiang Yansheng was already sitting on the sofa here, took a sip of the tea brought by the maid, and looked at Jiao Jiao's embarrassed appearance.

The higher she is, the more Jiao Jiao's hatred is a little deeper.

Similarly, the identities of the two of them are the proud daughters of the sky, one is now so noble that he is high, and the other is being bullied at will like a prisoner, Jiao Jiao can't swallow this breath, and he doesn't dare to talk to Jiang Yansheng in the mouth.

She has suffered enough, and she is afraid that she will break her leg next time.

Jiang Yansheng's eyelashes crossed a contemplative look, thinking about how to get words out of the mouth of Jiao Jiao.

"Jiang Yansheng, what is the purpose of you calling me here, even if you want to hurt me, you can't change this fact!"

Jiao Jiao's sudden words interrupted Jiang Yansheng's thoughts.

Her eyebrows furrowed silently, and she didn't speak for a while.

What doesn't change the facts?

Jiao Jiao said and sneered again and again: "The power in Huo Xiumo's hands will be taken back sooner or later, you just wait." ”

Jiang Yansheng suppressed the doubts in his heart, deliberately stimulated the woman's reason, and chuckled: "Do you rely on Jiao Xian?" Now that it's coming to an end, what illusions do you have about him? ”

Even if Jiao Xian has the ability to reach the sky, he can't save his daughter immediately, Jiang Yansheng undoubtedly made Jiao Jiao recognize the facts in front of him.

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