Mengbao came to the door: Dad is uglier than you

When Huo Sang thought that he was going to fall badly, Xing Chenyou grabbed Huo Sang again and dragged her back to him.

The ignorant expression on Hawthorne's glamorous face did not seem disobedient, but it was difficult to tell the truth from the false, "What? What are you talking about? What should I know?"

Xing Chenyou squinted his eyes, examining the expression on Hawsang's face, trying to distinguish even a little bit of subtle expression from the ends of the eyebrows.

"You don't know why you mentioned this to me?!"

The cruelty in his eyes is obvious, it seems that he won't leave until this matter is settled here.

"What and what?" Huo Sang wanted to push Xing Chenyou away, and get rid of his hand on his wrist, but he couldn't get rid of it, "You hurt me!"

Huo Sang took a deep breath, only felt the burning pain in her wrist as if being burned by fire, she didn't understand why Xing Chenyou went crazy all of a sudden!

Xing Chenyou didn't let go, he closed his eyes, and the corners of his cold lips curled into an indescribable arc, "What do you mean by the person in my heart?"

His cold voice made Hawthorne nervous and frightened.

This is just a very normal sentence, Huo Sang is a little confused, what kind of temper is Xing Chenyou, what kind of anger is he getting angry.

"Didn't I just say that the spokesperson you think is the most suitable, isn't that the one in your heart?"

Hawthorne blushed and was also annoyed.

Xing Chenyou frowned, he looked at Huo Sang, and suddenly moved closer to her face, "What did you mean just now?"

"Of course! Apart from this, what else can I mean?! Let go of me! Okay, okay, I understand, anyway, fair competition, I won't ask about your spokesperson, you let me go, I hurt!! !"

Hawthorne was full of anger and felt that he was really unlucky, but he got this kind of treatment just by saying a word.

Xing Chenyou seemed to be dazed for a moment, then looked down at Hawsang's wrist that he was holding, and relaxed his grip, but he still hadn't let go.

Huo Sang felt that the pain in his wrist was finally gone, and he let out a sigh of relief, but she wanted to shake off Xing Chenyou's hand, and now she was annoyed when she saw him.

"let me go!"

Xing Chenyou didn't make a sound, and dragged Huo Sang to the bedside.

Huo Sang was forced to sit on the bed by Xing Chenyou's strength. As soon as she sat down, she immediately wanted to sit up as a conditioned reflex, but Xing Chenyou forcibly pushed her down again.

"Sit down for me!" the man said in a low voice.

Hawthorne trembled for a moment, didn't dare to move, and sat on the edge of the bed obediently.

Xing Chenyou went out from the room, and when he came back a few minutes later, he saw Huo Sang obediently and obediently sitting where she was asked to sit just now, without moving, with a bit of resentment on his face.

He pursed his lips, and an unknown emotion flashed in his eyes.

Huo Sang looked up at Xing Chenyou, and saw the medicine box in his hand at a glance. She frowned and said nothing.

Xing Chenyou didn't say a word, walked up to Huo Sang with long legs, sat down on the edge of the bed beside her, put down the medicine box, lowered his head and calmly, took out a spray from the medicine box, it was covered with foreign language.

Huo Sang didn't know what Xing Chenyou was going to do, if she looked at it like this, she could understand that he wanted to give himself medicine, but how could this be possible?

If that was impossible, what on earth was he trying to do?
Xing Chenyou wanted to grab Huo Sang's hand that was pinched green by him, but Huo Sang subconsciously avoided, looking at him vigilantly, "What are you going to do?"

Without saying a word, he directly took her hand forcefully.

Huo Sang is very thin, so her wrist is also very slender. Xing Chenyou feels like he is holding a slender and smooth white jade in his palm at this time, but now there are mottled bruises on the white jade.

Xing Chenyou's eyes flickered, and he sprayed the medicine on the bruised part of Hawsang's wrist.

An unpleasant smell wrinkled Hawthorne's nose. She didn't speak, but looked at the noble and cold Mr. Xing in disbelief. Her body was a little stiff, and her wrist was in his palm. Grab it, but dare not move.

Xing Chenyou sprayed Huo Sang with good medicine, but he kneaded it!

His palms are large, and his fingers are well-articulated. When he rubbed and massaged little by little, it didn't hurt very much. With the medicine he sprayed just now, he felt a little comfortable.

Huo Sang looked at Xing Chenyou's hand that was helping him to massage, and quickly raised his eyes to look at Xing Chenyou, with a complicated mood. What is he, a slap and then a sweet date? !
The two of them were silent, and Xing Chenyou massaged Huo Sang for half an hour, and the technique was always very skillful.

This half hour was really long for Hawthorne, and it was enough for her to think about many things, for example, why is a man like Xing Chenyou so skilled in massage?

"All right."

When the man's deep and steady voice came, Hawthorne came back to his senses, glanced at his still bruised hand, and took it back.

"Is Mr. Xing very good at slapping a sweet date?" Huo Sang didn't want to give him a good face, and she was still angry.

He gave sweet dates, but she didn't have to take them.

Xing Chenyou glanced at her, got up and was about to leave, but it was rare that he didn't speak to her.

Huo Sang then stood up, "Xing Chenyou, I don't like this very much, don't do this to me in the future."

Xing Chenyou stood still, still didn't speak, opened the door and walked out.

Hawthorne bit his lip and turned his wrist. It was quite comfortable when he was massaged just now, but now it hurts again after he stopped massaging.

Xing Chenyou's skillful and old-fashioned technique can be seen from someone who used to knead frequently. However, it is impossible for him to tease himself often. How could he be so skillful?
When it was almost ten o'clock, Hawsang neither saw Xing Chenyou go back to the room, nor heard the sound of little Xingxing going upstairs, so she couldn't sit still anymore, so she went downstairs to find little Xingxing.

When she opened the door of the study, she found that Xiao Xingxing was crawling and sleeping in front of the desk, sleeping very soundly.

Hawthorne felt a little distressed, and hurried forward to gently hug little Xingxing.

"Mommy...Daddy...it's fine."

Feeling the warmth approaching, Little Xingxing adjusted her posture comfortably in Hawthorne's arms, and murmured.

Huo Sang felt even more distressed. Which child would worry about their parents so much, except for Xiao Xingxing, and her relationship with Xing Chenyou... For Xiao Xingxing, it was too complicated. Even if he was smart, she didn't want him to know.

Carrying little Xingxing to his room, while tidying up his pajamas, he suddenly saw the gift he was hiding in the closet for Xing Chenyou, and couldn't help feeling sour.

"I have never prepared such an elaborate gift for Mommy."

After taking good care of little Xingxing, Hawthorne came out lightly, and the huge Blue Heart Lake Villa still didn't have that man's aura.

Forget it, sleep.

But as soon as Hawthorne lay down, the phone started vibrating non-stop.