After getting into the car, the car drove all the way in the direction of the old house, in the dead of night, only a few cars passed by occasionally, the car gradually drove away from the city, and the buildings on both sides began to decrease, empty and silent.

The old mansion was built in a high-end private residential area called Yufeng Mingyuan on the outskirts of the imperial capital, covering an area of nearly 100 acres.

What's more, nearly 100 acres, which means that more than just money can be smashed out.

The old lady said a few words to her, then leaned back in the chair and closed her eyes to rest, looking tired.

Seeing this, An Hao took a blanket from the side and covered the old lady, and after asking the driver to turn up the air conditioner in the car a little, he pinched his mobile phone in a daze, and she was wondering if she would tell Tianci that she was going back to the old house.

"Give me a chance to go back and sue?"

Suddenly, Mo Tianci's words sounded in her mind, and when she thought of his punishments, An Hao hurriedly suppressed her thoughts.

She slid her phone into her pocket and dismissed the idea of notifying Mo Tianci.

Anyway, it will be good to go out from the old mansion early tomorrow morning, and Mo Tianci will never ask her about it if he doesn't return to the villa, so he won't know either.

After an hour's drive, the car stopped in front of the old house.

Anhao helped the old lady into the room, folded the quilt for the old lady and said goodnight and went out, but when he walked to the door......

"Okay, is God-given really good to you?"

The old lady's voice came from behind.

With doubts of disbelief.

An Hao's footsteps paused slightly, she simply stood still, turned around, and a satisfied smile appeared on her face: "Yes, why does the master ask like this?" ”

The old lady's eyes flickered in the darkness, as if she had a thousand words, but in the end she only spit out one sentence: "Just ask, go to bed early." ”

"Well, good night, sir." An Hao didn't dig deeper, thinking that the master was suspicious of today's successive bag grabbings. She came alone when she came, and she left alone, no matter how good the excuse was, but this style of painting really didn't look like a loving couple.

She told herself to be careful in the future.

An Hao lives in Mo Tianci's bedroom.

His room was elegant.

Except for the most basic necessities, there is not a single superfluous item.

The solid curtains of the window were slightly swayed by the wind, and she opened the wardrobe to take the clothes to wash, and with a bang, all black and white suits and pajamas were arranged in an orderly manner, which came into her eyes.

In a trance, she seemed to smell something that belonged to him.

It may be a month of lost contact, it may be that he was treated rough when he didn't have time to greet him again after losing contact, it may be his disgusted eyes, it may be his extreme distrust of her......

Anyway, at that moment, in this unoccupied room, An Hao wanted to cry a little.

She gave up forbearance and buried her head in his clothes, which were so soft that she even deceived herself into understanding that he was hugging her.

The girl's feelings are always poems, and every word is his name.

He must not know how much she liked him.

So she won't know how much his words hurt her heart.

How could it be customary.

She just didn't want him to be more bored with herself, so she pretended to be light, but in the end she was completely disliked. The place where her elbow was scraped was still faintly painful, reminding her of the annoyance he had just given her a second look.

It's really, sad.