Mengbao came to the door: Dad is uglier than you

As soon as he opened the door, Xing Chenyou smelled the smell of cold leftovers.

Lake, who helped Xing Chenyou in, also frowned, turned on the light, and saw the large table of dishes on the dining table at a glance.

"Did the servant not clean up?" Xing Chenyou stroked his forehead, seeming a little uncomfortable.

Lake nodded, and said specifically, "It's true that it wasn't cleaned up. Miss Hawthorne cooked all the dishes on this big table, and they are really big dishes!"

Xing Chenyou listened, raised his eyes to look in that direction, and raised his legs to walk over.

There was indeed a large table of dishes on the dining table, all of which were comparable to those of a five-star hotel chef.

It's a pity that it's all cold.

Xing Chenyou didn't speak, he didn't know what he was thinking, and Lake said again, "Young Master, I'll help you up."

"Ah."

Lake helped Xing Chenyou to the door and left.

Xing Chenyou pushed open the door, and vaguely saw two figures on the bed. He frowned, walked a few steps closer, and saw the mother and child who were hugging and sleeping soundly on the bed under the moonlight.

Hawthorne suffered from insomnia tonight, tossing and turning, but when she heard the door opening, she immediately closed her eyes and hugged little Xingxing, pretending to fall asleep.

She could feel the bed beside her sinking, and a body reeking of alcohol sat down and approached.

Hawthorne couldn't help being tense all over, and at this moment he regretted pretending to be asleep.

She's pretending to be bad, she's pretending to be asleep!

Xing Chenyou looked at Huo Sang and Xiao Xingxing on the bed by the moonlight, among other things, Huo Sang was indeed unparalleled in beauty, more beautiful than most women, he couldn't control his beauty.

Huo Sang felt that Xing Chenyou's alcohol-smelling breath was next to his face, very close, itchy and numb.

What is he going to do?With the smell of alcohol all over his body, how much alcohol did he drink?More than that day, right?That day, I drank so much that those who were obviously not good at that aspect would go crazy and kiss her like a drunk, so today...

Just as Hawthorne was thinking, he felt a cold body approaching behind him with the chill from the outside.

She felt strange, how could Xing Chenyou still be so cold after drinking for so long, with such a strong smell of alcohol.

Xing Chenyou leaned behind Huo Sang, clinging to her, feeling the continuous warmth from her body, couldn't help clinging a little more, he closed his eyes, put his arms around her waist, and held her waist with one hand took Little Xingxing's hand.

so warm.

Half-closed his eyes, Xing Chenyou was quite drunk, and after hugging Huo Sang, he felt warm and fell asleep comfortably.

Hawthorne is one, o'clock, sleeping, no, sleeping!

What is this!

My own husband, cough, my husband in name is so drunk outside, I don't know who I'm hanging out with, and when I come back, I still have to stick to her with such a smell of alcohol!
The more Hawthorne thought about it, the hotter her heart became, and the hotter she got, the more bored she became, but she was really ruthless and dared not move at all.

At the back, Hawthorne was sweating all over.

She waited until dawn with great torment.

Little Xingxing doesn't sleep late, he wakes up as soon as the o'clock arrives, he hasn't slept with Mommy for a long time, so he wakes up at dawn, and when he opens his eyes, he sees Mommy in front of him.

It's just a little strange, and it's not hot. Why is Mommy sweating all over, with her hair sticking to her forehead?
Also, why is the hand holding his little hand so rough and rough?

Little Xingxing blinked, sat up on the bed, and saw Daddy sleeping next to Mommy, his big black eyes lit up like a kilowatt light bulb!

When he saw this scene, he immediately turned around and looked for his mobile phone on the bedside table, and couldn't wait to snap a photo of Daddy and Mommy.

After the shooting, Xiao Xingxing sat on the bed alone, looked at the photo with a smile, and became happier the more he looked at it.

With this happiness, Little Xingxing will forgive Daddy for not coming home on time last night.

Little Xingxing's lips curled up, he climbed off the bed lightly, and exited the room.

Waiting for Daddy and Mommy to wake up and see such a big light bulb like him, no good!
Little Xingxing went downstairs, and when she saw Xing Qian who was eating breakfast downstairs, she happily ran over and showed him the photos in her mobile phone as a treasure.

Xing Qianshi was originally as calm as stagnant water, but when he saw the photo of Hawthorne profusely sweating from Little Xingxing, he almost spit out his mouth.

He pondered, "Little Xingxing, don't show this kind of stuff to uncle."

"Why?" Little Xingxing blinked at him, full of innocence.

Xing Ganshi couldn't help but think, although Little Xingxing is extremely smart, he is a genius in computer technology, but in some respects, he is still a child after all, how can he let others see this kind of sweating profusely after the obvious what happened?
"Your daddy will be jealous." Xing Ganshi's old-fashioned serious voice is always very convincing.

Little Xingxing thought about it carefully, and found it very reasonable, and immediately put away the phone.

Upstairs, Hawthorne breathed a sigh of relief after the little star left, and slowly moved to the side. She wanted to go to the bathroom to take a shower, but her whole body was hot and wet, making her uncomfortable!
As a result, just as she moved a little over, Xing Chenyou's hand hooked her back.

"where do you want to go?"

His deep and seductive voice, with the hoarseness of waking up after drunk, is extremely sexy.

Hawthorne was startled, and subconsciously resisted, "Don't get so close to me, isn't it hot?!"

She was disgusted inside and out, and she didn't hide it.

Xing Chenyou's eyes were still closed, and he frowned, "You are my wife, why, I can't get close?"

"It's fake, it doesn't count!" Hawthorne twisted his buttocks, and twisted away from Xing Chenyou's side, and immediately felt that his breathing was cool, and his whole body felt comfortable.

Xing Chenyou was very lazy, and the stern and cold look on his body was gone at this moment, "They are both grown men and women, I don't think you are that kind of conservative person."

Huo Sang moved under the bed, "I haven't forgotten the three chapters of the contract with Young Master Xing."

Xing Chenyou's stern face showed a trace of inexplicable meaning, "Are you afraid of becoming obsessed with my body?"

"Young Master Xing is a flower among men, I'm worried!" Huo Sang followed his words, rolled his eyes, and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

"Aren't you going to ask me what I did last night?"

"Isn't it entertainment? You don't need to tell me clearly about your entertainment."

Hawthorne pursed his lips, duplicity, covering up his flustered and accelerated heartbeat, and went straight into the bathroom after speaking.

When she came out of the shower, Xing Chenyou was no longer there.

When Hawthorne went downstairs, he heard two servants discussing something about ballet dancers, and listened intently.

"An Qingsi is coming to Beijing to perform the ballet Swan Lake?"

She heard something, and immediately asked in surprise, An Qingsi was a top female dancer she had a crush on a few years ago. When she wrote many scripts, she unconsciously brought her face.

Xing Chenyou's hand holding the cup trembled slightly, and looked up at Huo Sang, "Do you know her?"