Mengbao came to the door: Dad is uglier than you

"Hawthorne, don't lie to yourself."

Xing Chenyou's voice carried a certainty that Hawthorne hated, as if everything was in his hands, as if he got what he said.

It seems that he lied to himself when he said she lied to him!
"You look so disgusting!" Huo Sang threw the towel aside, looked at Xing Chenyou and said.

She frowned, she seemed to really hate Xing Chenyou's appearance.

Seeing her like this, Xing Chenyou calmed down instead.

The two are like chess players who are playing chess, and they are now testing each other's hole cards.

Huo Sang was full of anger and had nowhere to vent it, she suddenly said viciously, "Sheng Rong is my husband, he loves me, you brought me here, do you love me, Mr. Xing?"

She already knew the answer. If Xing Chenyou didn't love her, he wouldn't answer her.

It was because he didn't love her that he wouldn't answer her.

Huo Sang didn't know what he was still expecting and thinking about. Xing Chenyou spent his efforts to get him back from Sheng Rong, but it was because to the public, she was his Xing Chenyou's wife. A man like him , will not allow his wife to cuckold him, even if she is his wife in name.

Even if there is nothing between them except a deal.

As expected, Xing Chenyou remained silent, but the eyes staring at Hawsang became even deeper and deeper.

Hawthorne didn't look away, just met his gaze.

Xing Chenyou got off the bed. He was wearing black satin pajamas. He walked towards the next room without saying a word.

When he was about to reach the door that couldn't be locked, he stopped, and there was something Hawthorne couldn't understand in his deep voice.

"I'll answer this question for you later."

After speaking, he opened the door and passed.

Hawthorne stared at his back, he was still wearing the black silk pajamas, but the body wrapped under the pajamas seemed to be much thinner than before.

Thinking of the few nights they had, the figure of him galloping on his body was clearly strong and powerful.

Hawthorne shook his head and didn't want to think about it any further. Whether he was fat or thin had nothing to do with her. She didn't need to care about it.

She only knew that what Xing Chenyou had for her was nothing more than a man's desire to conquer a woman, not love at all, not love.

Hawthorne bit his lip, feeling a little uncomfortable.

If, she means if, if he loves himself, why doesn't he want to tell her?
She just wants a clear answer from him. Is it difficult?
If this is difficult for him, then he must not love her.

Hawthorne thinks very simply about love. Perhaps it is because she grew up in such an environment, her biological father did not love her, her stepmother did not love her, and her biological mother disappeared. She very much hoped that someone could love her well. She hoped Someone can tell her that he loves her.

What she hopes is the kind of love that is clear and affirmative, not specious and ambiguous.

Hawthorne bit his lips, thinking about this, and lay down on the bed.

This day was too tiring, even though she still had a lot of thoughts in her heart, she turned over a few times and fell into a deep sleep.

She slept so soundly that she didn't even realize that someone had climbed into her bed.

Early the next morning, Hawthorne woke up. She had a strange dream yesterday. In the dream, she had been sleeping with him, and his body was very warm.

But when she woke up, it was cold around her, so the dream was still a dream.

"Mommy, are you awake?"

Little Xingxing's voice came from outside, Hawthorne sat up, rubbed the center of his brows, and glanced at the time, it was past eight o'clock in the morning.

"Get up, come in." Hawthorne got out of bed, looked at the door, and waited for Little Xingxing to open it and come in.

She tried a lot of passwords last night, but to no avail.

Little Xingxing cheerfully unlocked the combination lock and pushed the door straight in.

"Mum, let's have breakfast with grandma, and then go for a walk in the garden with grandma. The weather is very good today, and the flowers in the garden are blooming beautifully."

Little Xingxing was bouncing around and smiling. He looked at Hawthorne with smiles in his eyes, as if he was very happy.

Hawsang nodded with a smile, and under the attentive gaze of Little Xingxing, after washing, she took Little Xingxing's hand and went to Qiu Xiaochi's room.

The door was open, and Qiu Xiaochi had been taken care of by the servant and sat in a wheelchair. She was facing out the window as before, with no expression on her beautiful face.

Hawthorne has always been a little curious about what happened to her mother to become what she is now. She is obviously not a real vegetable, she can hear and perceive everything happening around her, but she is unwilling to enter the world. I would rather live like this.

She instinctively felt that she was not like this because of Huo Silian. A man like Huo Silian definitely didn't deserve her mother to be like this.

The servant brought the breakfast to Qiu Xiaochi's room, and Hawthorne and Little Xingxing accompanied Qiu Xiaochi to eat.

During the whole process, only little Xing Xing kept chirping, and the atmosphere became lively.

When going downstairs, Hawthorne didn't see Xing Chenyou.

"Mommy, Daddy went to work, so he's not at home." Little Xingxing had a special wink, and knew Hawthorne very well. When she glanced around, she knew what she was thinking, and immediately replied.

Hawthorne laughed dumbfoundedly.

"Master, the things you want in the garden are ready, do you want to go there now?"

Seeing Little Xingxing coming downstairs, the servant hurried forward and said respectfully.

Little Xingxing nodded, and then glanced at Hawthorne, "Mummy, I'll go to the garden for a while, Mummy will stay in the living room for a while!"

He was mysterious, and obviously he didn't want Hawthorne to follow him.

Hawthorne didn't follow, she also needed a quiet space for her to think about the next thing.

That day, she thought that she still had a third choice. Even though she had recovered her memory, she still had a third choice.

There was a loud noise upstairs, and before Hawthorne sat on the sofa, a servant hurried downstairs.

Hawthorne turned to look at her, "What happened?"

"Miss An fell out of bed." The servant's expression was flustered, and he called the doctor as soon as he went downstairs for someone to come over.

Hawthorne didn't want to go up, but the second servant came down again, and said to Hawthorne with a bitter face, "Madam, Miss An is in a bad mood, and she won't cooperate with us now."

She frowned, and then went upstairs.

When An Qingsi fell, Lan Xinhu's servant immediately called the hospital. At this time, Xing Chenyou was in the hospital, and Lake also received the incident immediately.