Mengbao came to the door: Dad is uglier than you

Hawthorne couldn't sit still for a while, and turned on the headlights.

She didn't care about how she got back to the hotel, she gritted her teeth, went out of the room, and knocked on the door next door.

They live in a hotel, not at home, there are no stars, and there is no need to pretend to be a loving couple, so the hotel room is shared by one person.

Hawthorne kept pressing the doorbell, and touched his heart that was beating abnormally with the other hand.

She stood at the door for a while before the door opened with a snap.

Xing Chenyou's hair is a little messy, his handsome and cold face is a bit hazy after waking up, and his long and narrow phoenix eyes are particularly moist at the moment, with a different style and sexiness.

When he saw that the person standing outside the door was Huo Sang, Xing Chenyou's eyes quickly gathered calmly, and soon, he was no different from usual, looking abnormally stern.

Xing Chenyou didn't speak, just raised his hand and glanced at his watch, "Two o'clock in the morning."

Hawthorne pursed her lips, and now she also found that she was a little impulsive, it was just a hallucination, maybe she just missed Little Xingxing too much, maybe she was just dreaming.

Because of this, she came to find Xing Chenyou, she didn't even think of it.

I'm afraid he will be ridiculed by Xing Chenyou.

Thinking of this, Hawthorne stood stiffly outside the door, not knowing what to say, because of the matter of "there is a catastrophe imminent", and because of the matter of overthrowing An Qingsi, the relationship between the two of them was very tense.

"There is something to talk about." Xing Chenyou's face was cold and indifferent, treating Hawthorne as if he were treating a stranger.

Hawthorne frowned, his face was also frozen, "It's about Little Xingxing."

They can only talk about little Xingxing.

Xing Chenyou's brows and eyes quickly became serious, "What's wrong with Little Xingxing?"

He still cares about Little Xing Xing!

Hawthorne pursed his lips, a little hesitant to say whether he would be ridiculed by him next time.

"Say." Xing Chenyou's tone was very sinister, obviously, he was impatient with Hawthorne.

"When I woke up just now, I had hallucinations. Little Xingxing was lying in front of me, lying next to me. I just called him, and he disappeared. It is said that there is telepathy between mother and child. I . . . I feel a little uneasy."

Hawthorne bit his lip and gave it all up, saying it was no big deal, everyone was for Little Xing Xing.

As a parent, you are concerned about your child's safety.

Xing Chenyou frowned, and looked Huo Sang up and down with those cold eyes, "Huo Sang, I think you have a fever and are confused?"

She knows it!

She knows it!

Surely he would be sarcastic!
"Forget it, I knew you would have this kind of reaction. Although Xiao Xingxing is your son, but you have not raised him since he was a child, and have been raised by your side all the time. Of course, your affection for him is not as deep as I have for him."

Huo Sang waved his hand, intentionally hurt Xing Chenyou, then saw his secretive face darkened, and felt a strange sense of comfort in his heart, "Give me back your ID card, I don't want to be your secretary anymore, I want to find Xiao Xingxing by myself , and, I have my own work to do, I don’t have time to do secretary work with you all the time! Not only do I have to write the script, I also have a new film contract! I’m very busy!”

She stretched out her hand to Xing Chenyou, palm up.

Xing Chenyou leaned against the door frame and looked down at her, "You want to get your ID card back, right?"

His eyes were closed, and there was a cold light in his eyes.

Hawthorne didn't want to explain too much, and he couldn't explain clearly. This man, no, men are creatures that cannot communicate.

"You can understand it this way, return my ID card to me."

Xing Chenyou put his arms around his chest, stared at Huo Sang for a few seconds, and then suddenly bent down.

Hawthorne moved back unconsciously.

Xing Chenyou's face was leaning against her cheek, and she could feel the hot breath coming towards her, and she could even feel that half of her face was as hot as burning.

Hawthorne felt that he did not live up to it, he really did not live up to it!

"No, give."

After Xing Chenyou said these two words, he leaned back and left all at once.

Hawthorne watched his playful actions, saw the sarcasm and coldness in his eyes, and couldn't tell what kind of feeling he felt.

In short, uncomfortable, uncomfortable.

Hawthorne felt that he was humiliating himself by coming here, so he decided to leave. Instead of looking for Xing Chenyou, he might as well go to Lake to ask about the current situation of Little Xingxing.

But just when she was about to leave, Xing Chenyou's condescending and cold voice came again, "Come in."

Hawthorne stopped and turned to look at him.

Xing Chenyou had already raised her legs to go in, Huo Sang thought for a while, for the sake of Little Xingxing, she gritted her teeth, suppressed the discomfort in her heart, and followed in.

There was no light in the room.

When Hawthorne went in, he turned on the light.

Xing Chenyou sat on the single sofa by the window, he leaned there casually, raised his hand to pick up a cigarette, then, instead of lighting a cigarette, he turned his head and glanced at Hawthorne.

Hawthorne raised his eyebrows. It is absolutely impossible for her to help him light a cigarette!
Sit down on the armchair opposite.

As soon as Huo Sang sat down, Xing Chenyou's mobile phone, which was placed on the small coffee table, connected to the phone. Obviously, it was Lake on the other end of the phone.

"Hey, young master." Reick apparently forcibly woke up from his sleep, his voice hoarse.

"Where is Little Xingxing now, and how is it?"

Hearing Xing Chenyou's strange question on the other end of the phone, Lake frowned, turned his head and glanced at Little Xingxing who was sleeping peacefully on the other side of the bed, "Just lying next to me, sleeping soundly."

Xing Chenyou looked at Huo Sang.

Hawthorne pursed his lips.

The phone hangs up.

Hawthorne couldn't sit still anymore, since Little Xingxing was fine, she had no reason to stay any longer.

"What are you going to do about An Qingsi?"

With a word from Xing Chenyou, Hawthorne's butt was firmly fixed on the chair.

"What should I do?" Hawthorne raised his eyebrows, "Didn't I already tell you that she accidentally fell by herself, I can't afford it, so there is still you?"

Xing Chenyou looked at Hawthorne like a cat whose fur had blown up, unreasonable.

"Apologize." Xing Chenyou pressed his temple, his voice was cold, he was very calm at the moment.

"I'm not wrong, I won't apologize." Hawthorne tightened his fingers.

But Xing Chenyou said to himself, "When she comes back from treatment in country M, you apologize in person."

Hawthorne gritted his teeth, "I don't..."

"Or do you want the news about you pushing An Qingsi down on the Internet for Xiao Xingxing to see?" Xing Chenyou's eyes were as sharp as a knife, "You should know that there are some good people in the hospital who have already taken videos and photos."

Hawthorne's grievance was like a net, which woven her from the beginning to the end, and she was in it, unable to breathe, suffering from grievance.

Her nose is sour.

She didn't do anything, really nothing.

"Do you not believe that I haven't done it?" Hawthorne sniffed, suppressing his sourness, and asked him this for the first time.

If you believe it, why would you bring this up again and again and ask her to explain it? !
Xing Chenyou's eyes darkened, and the air was cold.