Mengbao came to the door: Dad is uglier than you

Huo Sang frowned, facing Xing Chenyou's approach, his eyes showed displeasure.

Xing Chenyou didn't speak, but rested his chin on the top of Hawsang's head.

He seemed to have lost some weight, and his chin appeared sharper.

Hawthorne struggled a bit, but because of the disparity in strength between the two, she couldn't help him at all, and couldn't break free from him.

After several minutes like this, his dull voice came from above her head, "Why are you angry with me?"

He sighed, and there was an indescribable taste in his cold tone.

Hawthorne was speechless. What do you mean she was angry with him?

"I don't know what Boss Xing is talking about, and I don't dare to get angry with Boss Xing." She said, her tone was cold.

Xing Chenyou moved a bit, then grabbed Huo Sang's arm, turned her around, facing him, and then looked down at Haw Sang.

Hawthorne didn't look up at him, but lowered his head, very indifferently.

Xing Chenyou stared at her, and Hawsang could clearly feel his strong aura of wanting to invade, but she resisted tenaciously, not allowing him to invade.

"Then you are not angry." He suddenly said calmly, and after finishing speaking, he dragged Hawthorne to the bed.

Hawthorne didn't realize it all at once, when did this man become so thick-skinned?
But Xing Chenyou said to himself, "You go take a bath first, I'll go to the next room to wash."

After speaking, he naturally took his clothes and went to the next room.

The so-called next door room is connected to this room through a door, and that door cannot be locked.

Hawthorne was shocked, she stared at Xing Chenyou's broad back until he disappeared in her eyes.

She turned around and walked towards the door. She didn't want to stay in the same room with him. She didn't know what was between them.

Hawthorne was always harboring a feeling of anger, but she didn't know where the anger came from, so she lingered in her heart, and she was very annoyed.

She wished she hadn't remembered who she was.

However, she remembered everything now, and knew that she was hypnotized by Sheng Rong before, so in her mind, she reversed the memory of Sheng Rong and Xing Chenyou, thinking that Xing Chenyou was Sheng Rong, and that Sheng Rong was Xing Chenyou.

Now that I think about it, it's really ridiculous. Even if the memories of the two of them are reversed, the real Xing Chenyou in her memory is not a gentle person at all. own husband.

Maybe it's because the fact that Xing Chenyou is her husband is not so real, so this hypnotism can be exploited.

Hawthorne put his hand on the doorknob and wanted to open the door, but the door was locked, and the door had a code, even if he opened the door to go out, there was a code.

What's the password?
Hawthorne clenched her lips, feeling more and more irritable. She tried several passwords, including Xiao Xingxing's birthday and Xing Chenyou's birthday, but none of them worked.

After trying a few times, she simply returned to the bed, thought about it, took off her pajamas and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

Not long after she had a miscarriage, even if Xing Chenyou wanted to do something to him, he wouldn't be so hungry.

When Xing Chenyou came back, he heard the sound of water coming from the bathroom, he curled his lips, and picked up a book at random, ready to go to bed, but after taking two steps, he suddenly stopped, and then his expression changed, He coughed violently a few times.

He covered his mouth with his hand, and when he took his hand away, he saw bright red blood on his palm.

The strong smell of rust and blood in his throat made his brows wrinkle even tighter.

But other than that, there was no extra expression on his face. He reached out and took a few tissues, then wiped his mouth and palms, threw them into the trash can, and skillfully took them out of the bedside table He didn't even drink the water for the medicine on the shelf, he just poured several pills and swallowed them directly.

His face was still pale, and even after taking the medicine, it didn't get any better.

Hawthorne came out of the bathroom wiping his hair. It was summer and the weather was very hot, but the air conditioner in the room was not turned on very cold, and it was still a little hot when he came out of the bathroom.

"Where's the remote control of the air conditioner?" She frowned and asked Xing Chenyou.

Xing Chenyou glanced at her, "It's not suitable for you to be in a too cold environment now."

Hawthorne frowned, only then did he understand the meaning of his words.

It was true that she had just had a miscarriage not long ago, but because of the doctor's excellent surgery, her lower body is actually clean now, and it is no different from before. It was uncomfortable at the time and only a little painful during the day.

Hawthorne glanced at Xing Chenyou, "I won't sleep in the same bed with you."

Her voice was extremely cold, and there was no trace of emotion for Xing Chenyou in it.

Xing Chenyou was flipping through the book in his hand, but he didn't turn over that page, and his eyes seemed to be on the book all the time.

"I'll share a bed with you."

"Xing Chenyou, my husband is Sheng Rong, not you, why should I sleep in the same bed with you?" Huo Sang chuckled lightly, and said with a bit of sarcasm in his tone.

That tone was justified.

As long as she doesn't admit that she has recovered her memory, who can be sure that she has already remembered it?
Xing Chenyou didn't like hearing the word Sheng Rong from Huo Sang's mouth very much, he squinted his eyes, as if he couldn't bear it anymore, he put the book heavily on the bedside table next to him.

"I said, I don't want to hear that again."

He looked at Hawthorne with heavy eyes, and there was a fierce look in it.

But Hawthorne was not afraid, "But this is the truth."

Her voice fell, and then she said again, "Sheng Rong loves me, treats me tenderly and considerately, treats me very well, it is my honor to have such a husband, Mr. Xing, what are you?"

Huo Sang saw Xing Chenyou being provoked by his own words, and felt a sense of joy in his heart.

She didn't know why she treated Xing Chenyou like this, she only knew that there was a little monster in her heart, and that little monster was rampaging in her heart, looking for an outlet.

"Huo Sang!" Xing Chenyou's body tensed up, and he sat up straight on the bed.

Hawthorne was rubbing his hair, his movements were casual and lazy, "Mr. Xing captured me here, and used Little Star to keep me, so what, I really like Little Star, but I don't like you. "

Xing Chenyou heard her indifferent and indifferent appearance, his already pale face became even uglier.

"The person I like is Sheng Rong, Mr. Xing, are you?" Huo Sang said deliberately.

She herself didn't know why she said that.

Xing Chenyou stared at her, and the two of them stared at each other for a while before his deep and hoarse voice came over.