At the banquet of the Jiang family, someone found out the ugly thing about Jiang Gongzi.

Standing at the door of the room, Jiang Weiyang's face was pale, and he never thought that he would see his brother and Feng Xinyao rolling together.

“…… Otherwise, let's go find Miss Murong somewhere else. "Someone tried to slip away.

After seeing this big one, no one dared to stay any longer if he could kill himself, for fear of getting angry.

But as soon as the words fell, Jiang Weiyang didn't even say anything, but everyone heard another footstep approaching from the outside, fluttering and even a little indescribably leisurely.

"Why are they all gathered here?" Murong Qiao asked with a smile.

After she pushed Feng Xinyao into the door just now, she hid to the side to observe the situation, and when she saw such a lively situation here, she also knew that the time had come, so she walked out.

Hearing Murong Qiao's voice, Jiang Weiyang looked at her in almost disbelief.

The person who was supposed to be drugged and lying on the bed was now alive and standing in front of her with a good face as usual.

Huo Yichen saw that Murong Qiao was fine, and his frowning brows slowly relaxed.

Murong Qiao walked over, swept his eyes into the room and took it back.

The picture was too filthy and dirty to her eyes.

"It's fine if you're okay." Huo Yichen breathed a sigh of relief.

He walked over to block Murong Qiao, not allowing her to see the scene inside the house again.

But this action made Feng Xinyao, who was originally pressed on the bed, pale.

"I ......," she said and closed her mouth consciously.

The situation was chaotic just now, Feng Xinyao naturally didn't notice that Huo Yichen was also there, and when she saw him at this time, she felt that her originally hot body seemed to have turned into a corpse without temperature.

Nothing made her feel more ashamed and embarrassed than she was now.

It's like doing evil in front of a boy she has a crush on, Feng Xinyao's feeling in her heart at the moment is thousands of times heavier.

Jiang Qing was still unconscious, and Jiang Weiyang helped close the door with a dark face.

After such a incident, where is she still in the mood to hold the banquet.

Everyone said goodbye one after another, and left here, but everyone knew it in their hearts, I am afraid that it will not be long before the story of Jiang Qing's "three-person trip" will spread.

It's late at night, the stars are swaying brightly and darkly, and the only eyes that can be seen on the road are the street lamps that cast a small area of warm light.

Murong Qiao was in the co-pilot, his eyes followed the scenery outside the car window from time to time, and the main driver was Huo Yichen driving, saying that he wanted to send her home first.

"I'm worried about you today." Huo Yichen spoke.

He mentioned what had just happened at the banquet, "I couldn't find you, and I thought you had an accident." ”

Huo Yichen's tone was light, but Murong Qiao's eyes flashed with a weak heart.

Of course, the mobile phone was thrown away was not a reason for her to excuse herself, and the care revealed by Huo Yichen's words made Murong Qiao realize it later.

"I'm sorry." She spoke.

At that time, he didn't think much about it, so Murong Qiao did what he planned.

Huo Yichen shook his head, "I'm not sorry, I'm not blaming you, Qiaoqiao." ”

"I just hope that when you are in danger, I can be there for you to protect you." His voice couldn't have been softer.

It was as if the wind could disperse and fall on Murong Qiao's heart, arousing her fine itching and guilt.

Murong Qiao pursed his lips, then nodded. "Okay."

She agreed, but Huo Yichen didn't say anything more.

The car drove very smoothly, which even made Murong Qiao a little sleepy, and her eyes were half-closed and her head gradually crooked.

She fell asleep.

The banquet lasted for a whole day, and Murong Qiao, who had closed his eyes at this time, seemed extraordinarily quiet, leaning on the soft and comfortable back of his chair, making a long and even breathing sound.

Huo Yichen glanced at it, then turned his head and concentrated on driving.

The speed of the car is much slower than before.

When Murong Qiao woke up again, he found that the car had stopped, and not far away was the familiar Murong Mansion.

She frowned, and subconsciously wanted to take her mobile phone to check the time, so she drove the coat she was wearing to slip off, with a little bit of the cold tone and warmth of the rosin on the owner's body.

There was no one in the main driver, Murong Qiao looked around and found a figure leaning in front of the car, only wearing a white shirt inside, looking at the thin wind, he felt cold at first glance.

Murong Qiao gradually came to his senses, and the moment she pushed the car door, Huo Yichen noticed the movement and turned his head to look at her.

"You don't know it's cold." Murong Qiao was disgusted.

She returned her coat to the Lord, and she didn't feel cold when she woke up.

Huo Yichen laughed, and did not refuse, but reached out and touched Murong Qiao's hair.

"When you wake up, go home, save yourself from catching a cold again." He glanced in the direction of Murong Mansion.

Bright, warm, and brightly lit at night, people feel extremely relieved just by looking at it.

Murong Qiao shook his head, and instead pulled Huo Yichen back to the car.

In order to let Murong Qiao sleep well, the air conditioner in the car was turned on very much, and as soon as the two came back, they were wrapped in warmth, and their bodies unconsciously stretched.

Murong Qiao is willing to leave, "Stay a little longer." ”

She took Huo Yichen's hand, leaned on the back of the chair and looked at him sideways, her bright eyes were as bright as stars with a little watery light, and the light on the roof of the car fell down, scattering the light inside, turning into a little ripple and flickering, which made Huo Yichen want to kiss.

And so he did.

He leaned over, put down the co-pilot's seat with his hand, and kissed Murong Qiao's soft lips with the trend of leaning back.

The texture is a bit like jelly, so soft that he can't help but wreak havoc, marking only his own traces.

"Hmm!" Murong Qiao's eyes widened.

She was caught off guard, looking at the handsome face enlarged in front of her, her already hot and crimson face was even more delicate at this time.

The slender waist is also supported by the broad palm, and the feel is unexpectedly good.

"Huo Yichen!" Murong Qiao was so ashamed that he called him by his full name.

This place is only a few hundred meters away from her house, and although her brother should be sleeping at this time, Murong Qiao is still a little frightened.

Huo Yichen let go slightly, looked down at her, and his voice was lazy and hoarse.

"I'm here."

He responded, looking at Murong Qiao like a rabbit, his eyes widened after being frightened, and he didn't dare to move, but his body fell into his hands again, softening into a puddle for him to knead.

"I'm here, Jojo." This time, he changed it to say it in Murong Qiao's ear.

The root of the ear has always been Murong Qiao's sensitive area, almost just a gentle blow, and the waist is itching, and the whole body seems to be numb as if it has been overpowered.

Huo Yichen's voice is sexy.

Murong Qiao felt that her face must be red at the moment, as if she was about to drip blood, and she bit her lip, trying to keep herself from being confused by the beauty in front of her.

"Don't scream." She retorted.

But this rebuttal really has no substantial resistance, and it will only make Huo Yichen's idea of doing whatever he wants grow stronger.

is like a budding rose, but Huo Yichen always wants her to bloom early.

Huo Yichen lowered his head, on her forehead and eyebrows, the tip of her eyelids and nose, and extended to her lips, gently pecking and kissing, with indescribable tenderness and restraint.

But the breath is so hot, so hot that it contains a certain kind of arrogant and wanton impulse to break the cage.

Murong Qiao was kissed by him and closed his eyes unconsciously, but his senses were stronger because of this.

The man's voice was hoarse, and no matter what he said, it could make people's ears soften, but he just read her name over and over again.

Jojo ...... Jojo ......"

(End of chapter)