The pot has to be carried, and the difference is also to be made, as long as the second master reconciles with Sister Mu, he will happily reward him with a week's vacation and play games without pressure, everything will be worth it.

Xiang Xiuhan raised his long legs and said coldly: "What, you want to usurp the throne?" ”

Qin Ke: "......"

What does the second master want!

He's really hard to behave.

When Xiang Xiuhan arrived at the hotel, the signal here was a little stronger than outside, with two and three squares, so he changed the card here for the first time.

With a nervous mood, I opened WeChat, and there was no message.

The heart of anticipation suddenly fell into the ice water, and it was completely cold all of a sudden, so cold that his heart was aching.

Just when he felt that his heart was so painful that he was about to suffocate, the WeChat prompt sounded, and it was still one after another, and he saw at a glance that it was sent by Mu Xin.

At this moment, he only felt that the WeChat prompt sound that kept ringing was like a beautiful note, bringing together a beautiful song.

clicked on the chat box and looked at the messages she sent, that kind of uneasy heart, inexplicable stability, seemed to have found a home.

He looked at the beautiful photos of her pouting and kissing, looking at the messages she sent, and couldn't help but read them over and over again, as if he could hear her soft voice in his ears.

Qin Ke took his luggage, entered the room, helped pack up and hang up his clothes, and glanced at Xiang Xiuhan from time to time.

I saw that he replied to Muxin's words, he typed a lot of words, and then deleted them, and then entered a lot of words, and then deleted them again, and so on, and finally I didn't know what to type, and it looked very concise, so I sent it.

He was a little confused, the second master replied to the message of the demon, which has always been the fastest, and all kinds of broken people.

Why is it so tangled in replying today?

There must be a problem!

After Xiang Xiuhan finished sending it, he was about to put down his mobile phone, but the prompt sound started again, and he glanced at it was Mu Xin's hair, and his hand shook, and the phone almost fell to the ground.

He held his breath and replied to her with some trembling, "Aren't you who? 】

Because he was in a hurry, the message was sent, and he found out that he had made a typo, so he typed out again.

Mu Xin hugged the quilt, because she had just woken up, squinting her eyes and typing, [Well, I fell asleep, I just dreamed that you sent me a message, and I woke up in seconds and took my mobile phone, it turned out to be true, not a dream. 】

Xiang Xiuhan looked at the message, only feeling a sour heart, and didn't even know how to reply to her.

He also had this feeling, in the half year when he just brought her back, he was too looking forward to her information, and often dreamed that she sent him a message, and when he woke up and took the mobile phone, he looked at it, but there was not a word, and his mood was instantly depressed.

She, was she waiting for his message, so she had such a dream?

Just as he was thinking, the video sound sounded, and he quickly answered it.

But the signal was not very good, and in the connection, he was in a hurry and really wanted to take a helicopter back to her.

After connecting it, the screen suddenly appeared with Mu Xin holding the quilt, half of her face buried in the quilt, and her long hair partially covered her face.

Mu Xin opened her eyes and watched the video, and shouted softly: "Husband, have you just arrived?" ”

She just woke up, her expression and words were soft and lazy, and looking at it made people's hearts soften.

Xiang Xiuhan looked at it, her cold handsome face, involuntarily soft, looking at her eyes, she was also gentle and spoiled, "Well, I just arrived at the hotel, it's a bit biased here, and the signal is not very good." ”

When he spoke, there was a little stuck, which even prompted him that the signal was not good.

He was in a hurry, very anxious.