After Song Cangyuan delivered everyone safely, it was already one o'clock in the morning.

Song Cangyuan came down from the second floor and instructed the servant Aunt Lin to change Mo Xin's clothes.

In the bedroom on the second floor, Mo Xin sometimes sang loudly, sometimes laughed wildly.

Song Cangyuan frowned, took out a bottle of ice water from the refrigerator, drank it in one go, calmed down a little, and went straight back to the master bedroom on the first floor.

He took off his watch and platinum ring and placed them casually on the bedside table.

There was still the girl's fragrance and tears on the shirt, and he twisted his eyebrows, reaching out to unbutton the shirt on his chest, revealing his wheat-colored tight chest muscles.

The phone in the pocket of his trousers vibrated twice, and it was information.

It was so late, he knew who sent it.

The slender fingers gently swiped the interface, and a message jumped into his eyes, and his eyes were hot.

"Brother Cangyuan, your kiss is so gentle tonight, I like it so much! Are my lips sweet? But I forgot to tell you that you have my lipstick on your lips, so don't let Sister Mo Xin find out! ”

Song Cangyuan's face was calm, but the heart of the lake was rippling, the fingers holding the mobile phone trembled slightly, and he unconsciously touched his lips and looked down at his fingertips.

Sure enough, there is her lipstick, and there is a sweet taste unique to girls.

Song Cangyuan's eyes were dark, his Adam's apple was rolling, and the ice water he had just drunk didn't seem to quench his thirst.

He sighed softly, put down his phone, turned around and went into the bathroom with his bathrobe......

The next morning.

In the restaurant, Mo Xin pinched a Chanel white camellia pearl stud earring between his fingers.

She looked closely, and could even smell the scent of a woman on the stud.

This was picked up in Song Cangyuan's co-pilot's seat last night.

She was sure that it wasn't her own.

However, how could this appear in Cangyuan's car?

At this time, Song Cangyuan came into the restaurant dressed neatly dressed in a suit and leather shoes.

Mo Xin hurriedly put away the earrings and smiled at him, "Cangyuan, are you up?" Did I go crazy again last night? ”

Song Cangyuan's face was calm, he only raised his eyes slightly to look at her, then pulled out a chair and sat down, "It's okay, if you want to blame Uncle Zhang's wine is too intoxicating!" ”

Mo Xin laughed out loud when she heard this, "You haven't drunk it, how can you know that it's intoxicating?" ”

Song Cangyuan didn't speak again, but an intoxicating picture appeared in his mind.

Ji Shuman's delicate face, big eyes, straight nose, and pink lips are infinitely addicted in that antique environment, she is indeed a goblin.

And Mochizuki Mountain Resort is a place where goblins are hidden, which is fascinating.

His heart was like the lake, calm on the surface, but in fact, the moment the fruit fell, it had already begun to ripple.

And the fruit is sinking at the bottom of the lake at the moment, and he will not tell anyone, and he can't tell anyone.

On the dining table, a crab fillet sandwich is served on a white porcelain plate, a golden egg is dotted with a few black sesame seeds, and hot milk is next to it.

Aunt Lin saw him sit down and prepare for dinner, so she hurriedly took out a bowl of millet porridge and brought it to him.

"Sir, millet porridge nourishes the stomach, and my wife said that you have a bad appetite recently, so she specially let me boil it."

Millet porridge is light yellow and sticky, steaming.

"Thank you! Have a heart! ”

Song Cangyuan said to Mo Xin, his face was still light.

The earrings were fleshy in Mo Xin's palm, a little painful, and she smiled with a little helplessness.

He always maintains gentlemanly politeness, so polite that the two of them seem to be just roommates under the same roof, not the same room.

"Cangyuan, today is the time to go to the hospital, and my mother called me again early in the morning, saying that she had made an appointment with Uncle Ma Ping's expert number, so let's not waste it."

Mo Xin stared at his handsome face, feeling that he seemed to be a little different, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

Could it have something to do with this stud earring?

But the woman who can get close to her seems to be no one other than Rachel, the assistant secretary.

Mo Xin knew in his heart that for so many years, although Song Cangyuan had been up and down in the business world, there was never a shortage of warblers and Yanyan who were embraced by him.

But he is extremely self-disciplined and has never had a scandal.

Especially after the incident five years ago, the degree of his cold abstinence made her think that he had entered Putuo Temple to practice.

But Mo Xin also understands very well that there is no reason to walk by the river without getting her shoes wet, and her own experience has made her even more restless.

Could it really be Rachel? Mo Xin's mind came to mind Rachel's gorgeous face and bumpy figure.

"Okay, I'll go with you after breakfast!"

Song Cangyuan took the white porcelain spoon, took a sip of millet porridge, and said lightly.

For his parents' words, Song Cangyuan has always followed, and Mo Xin can just grasp this for him.

"Okay, thank you, husband!"

Mo Xin was coquettish to men, she clearly remembered that five years ago he didn't have such an attitude towards her, at least he would give her a smile, a hug or a kiss.

Since that incident, the relationship between them has been like a mountain apart.