Mengbao came to the door: Dad is uglier than you

Hawthorne didn't want to speak, she tried her best to put all her attention on the little star in the glass house, not paying attention to the man beside her.

"Give me a little more time.

"Xing Chenyou lowered his voice and said suddenly.

This sentence, the preamble did not match the afterword, came out suddenly.

Hawthorne didn't know what she was talking about, and didn't want to know, "Is time of great use to Mr. Xing? Isn't Mr. Xing able to do anything?" Her words were obviously stimulating The meaning of Xing Chenyou.

Xing Chenyou smiled lightly, not knowing whether he was laughing at her or himself.

"What are you laughing at?" Hawthorne could hear the sarcasm in it, and couldn't help frowning, his voice turned a little cold.

But Xing Chenyou said, "I'm laughing at myself, it has nothing to do with you, okay, let's not talk about it, what should I do if Xiao Xingxing is like this?" At the end of his speech, his voice had returned to his cold and indifferent appearance, just like the smile just now It's not the same as the conversation just now.

However, Huo Sang was scratching her head. She really wanted to know why Xing Chenyou wanted to give him some time.

What does he want to do? "You are little Xingxing's biological father, you hurt little Xingxing's heart, what do you say?" Hawthorne said expressionlessly.

Xing Chenyou glanced at her, "You are her biological mother, you grew up with him, you should know little Xingxing better.

Hawthorne didn't want to continue this topic, but asked, "Can this door be opened?" Xing Chenyou nodded, "Yes."

"Then let someone open the door."

"Huo Sang said casually, but she was a little anxious in her heart. She wanted to go in and hug Xiao Xingxing immediately, comfort him, and tell him that Mommy didn't care whether his father loved her or not.

Xing Chenyou did not agree with Huo Sang, his handsome and stern face showed the sternness of a father, "Little Xing Xing is not small anymore.

"Hawthorne's heart tightened.

Yes, little Xingxing is almost six years old.

He is six years old, and he will be able to enter the first grade of elementary school soon. Moreover, Xiao Xingxing is already a little more mature than other children, so he is indeed not too young.

But this small one is just not young compared to the ignorant two or three-year-old children.

After all, he was only six years old.

"We should try to let go gradually. Do you want little Xingxing to cling to your mommy all the time when he grows up? Mommy is long and mommy is short all day long? Boys should look like boys, even if they are sad , You should also learn to lick your emotions and grow by yourself.

"Xing Chenyou said, his words sounded a bit cruel to Huo Sang's ears.

She disagreed with Xing Chenyou's words, but she couldn't help but think that she is a mother, she is a woman, and Xiao Xingxing is a boy. A boy is taught by his father, and maybe he has been taught by his mother. Down is different.

Huo Sang thought deeply, and did not refute Xing Chenyou's words, but looking at the little stars in the glass greenhouse, he still felt a little distressed and sad.

What is distressing is that little Xingxing looks so sad now. What is sad is that time has passed so fast, and in the blink of an eye, little Xingxing has grown so big.

Time seems to be fleeting between the fingers, and there are not many traces left.

"Little Xingxing is like this now because he doesn't want people to see him like this.

"Xing Chenyou said again.

Hawthorne took a deep breath, turned around, turned his back to the door of the glass greenhouse, and already planned to go to the garden by himself to get some fresh air and dissipate his depression.

As for Little Xingxing, she believes that with Little Xingxing's character, he can adjust his emotions by himself. If he really can't adjust, she will help when the time comes.

Having made up his mind, Hawthorne walked towards the garden.

Xing Chenyou paused on the spot, then slowly followed behind.

The garden scenery of Lanxin Lake has always been beautiful, and the morning sun is just so bright, shining on the scenery of the garden, it reflects the colorful flowers here.

Hawthorne sat down on the bench.

She still had the ointment in her hand.

Now she felt the pain on her face again.

Xing Chenyou sat down beside her, Huo Sang's expression changed instantly, she stood up and was about to leave, but Xing Chenyou's hand stretched out, directly pressed her down and sat down, then he took her from her hand Took the ointment.

Huo Sang frowned, and immediately knew what Xing Chenyou was planning. He wanted to apply the ointment to her himself.

"The movie will be released soon, and when the time comes, you, as the leading actor, will participate in events such as the premiere. With such a face on your face, no one will watch the movie.

"His cold voice was cold even when he said such warm and intimate words.

The production cycle of a movie takes at least one year, and it has been less than a year since she filmed "Old City". Logically speaking, the movie shouldn't be released right away.

But when Hawthorne thought of Xing Chenyou, she knew that this man must have used a lot of resources, that's why the film's production cycle was so short.

"I'm not a star, what kind of movie should I make? Mr. Xing, don't talk nonsense.

" Hawthorne still refused to admit it, and regarded himself as Hawthorne who had lost his memory.

She feels that she has been lazy since she lived in Blue Heart Lake. In the past, she worked hard for her livelihood and her little stars, planning weddings, writing scripts, and writing novels. Instead, she was now a rich and noble lady who was raised in a deep boudoir. day.

She suddenly felt that such a life was really a bit depressing.

For nearly a year, the only thing I have done is make a movie.

Thinking of the past, Hawthorne couldn't help but began to miss those days when he and Xiao Xingxing depended on each other for life. Although the living conditions were not as rich as they are now, they were happy, free and sufficient at that time.

Xing Chenyou had already squeezed out the ointment and massaged it between his fingertips, and then turned Hawthorne's face away.

Of course Huo Sang was unwilling, so Xing Chenyou forced a little effort.

"Apply medicine.

"Xing Chenyou's voice was cold and severe, and his momentum was overwhelming Huo Sang.

Huo Sang clenched his lips, but did not resist, but lowered his eyes, unwilling to meet Xing Chenyou's gaze.

Xing Chenyou didn't want Huo Sang to see his pale and ugly face, so it was just right for him that Huo Sang didn't look at himself.

When the ointment was applied to his face, it was a scorching pain. Hawthorne gritted his teeth tightly and endured the pain without yelling a word.

"The Ming family, I declined for you.

After applying the ointment, Xing Chenyou saw that Huo Sang's face had started to turn red, complex emotions flashed in his eyes, and then he quickly looked away and said.

Huo Sang didn't make a sound, she was thinking, Mr. Ming's health was about to fail, but he insisted on seeing her, now that Xing Chenyou rejected him, the Ming family might not just let it go like this.