Chapter 392

Han Mo has been busy recently. He just finished Charlotte's troubles and then took Fanghua. He has almost no rest. He has been trying to spend time with his children. He doesn't want the children to understand his work. The children should be children. Xuanxuan is sensible enough and doesn't want her to suppress her hope for her father's company.

However, Han Mo can't be separated. When time is limited, he can't accompany Shuya when he accompanies his children at home. Shuya has been very busy recently and can't come home every day, so there are fewer opportunities for the two to meet.

Shuya has a program to be on tonight. Han Mo watches the time, picks up his mobile phone and edits the text message, "is it over?"

Han Mo stared at the screen and waited for a while. The mobile phone didn't respond.

He leaned into the sofa holding his mobile phone and sent a message because he was afraid that Shuya was busy and inconvenient to answer the phone. Although he was prepared, he didn't receive Shuya's reply immediately. Han Mo was still a little lost.

Ding Dong~

When the mobile phone rang, Han Mo quickly sat up and an unread message was displayed on the screen.

"It's over. I'm taking off my makeup. I can go right away. Is the child asleep?"

"Xuanxuan just fell asleep. I'll pick you up."

Han Mo didn't wait for Shuya's reply. He got up directly and went out with his mother.

On a quiet night, with bright moonlight and gentle breeze, Han Mo stood in the dark and dragged Shuya into his arms.

"It's not easy to walk." Shuya said in Han Mo's arms, the night was very dark, she couldn't see her expression, but only she herself could feel the hot flush.

"Is it hard to go? Then don't go." As soon as the voice fell, Han Mo raised his hand and picked Shuya up.

"Put me down, put me down, in case someone sees me." Shuya's soft voice was intertwined with the evening wind and trembled slightly.

"I'm not afraid of being seen."

"You, you, hooligan."

"You know I'm a hooligan. It's too late."

......

There was a faint aroma in Shuya's room, and the door was gently brought up.

When Han Mo opened the door, he changed his posture. The princess who was still holding her hands turned into a more rude shoulder.

Han Mo didn't turn on the light. He gently put Shu Ya on the bed by the moonlight outside the window.

The air is filled with an ambiguous smell, with a faint sweetness. The breeze gently blows the tulle curtains.

In such a large room, it was quiet. At the moment, only two rapid breaths could be heard.

Shuya is very strange. It's not the first time, but it's like the first time. It's very soft and fluctuates up and down with the violent heartbeat.

Han Mo supported himself with his arm, and Shuya just left a small distance. Gradually, gradually, his body approached her.

Feel the silky warmth, tender softness

It's night, sleepless.

......

the second day

early morning

A gentle morning breeze wafts through the comfortable skin, bringing a trace of coolness.

She wanted to turn over, but she didn't even have the strength to turn over. She just felt as if she had been crushed and her bones were going to fall apart. That's why she remembered last night

One night, Han Mo tossed her all night.

Shuya gets angry when she thinks about it. Finally, she has to force her to beg for mercy before she is willing to end. It's too much.

She turned over hard, but her side was empty.

Shuya's heart suddenly clicked. Although it's not the first time for them and there's no irresponsible thing, it's been so long before they start again... Is it just like this.

Shuya's eyes swept around the bed again. There was no trace of Han Mo except her own clothes.

The sudden loss weighed on my heart.

Shuya looked at the ceiling and lay down for a moment. She sat up, took away a sheet and wrapped it around her body. When her leg touched the floor, the pain made her frown and sat back in bed.

Just then, the bedroom door suddenly opened.

"You finally wake up. The sun shines on your ass and you sleep like a pig." Han Mo Chong's drowning voice suddenly floated into the room.

Shuya suddenly looked up and saw Han Mo wearing an apron and holding a tray full of breakfast.

"You didn't go." Shu Yajiao's pretty face showed a trace of surprise and turned into joy in an instant.

Han Mo didn't expect Shuya to ask him that. He looked at Shuya blankly, then put his breakfast on the table and said, "why should I go? Do you want me to go?" Han Mo said with a smile.

"No... No." Shuya's face was flushed again.

"No, just get up, brush your teeth, wash your face and have breakfast." Han Mo said in a spoiled and ordered tone.

Seeing that Han Mo didn't go, Shuya's originally lost heart suddenly fluctuated violently. He nodded with force.

She was too eager to stand up. Shuya forgot her leg pain for a moment and hurriedly stood up. Her two legs trembled with pain. She had to sit down subconsciously, but she didn't sit well. The only sheet on her body was torn open half without warning.

It's another war morning

After breakfast, Han Mo simply cleaned up the battlefield and drove Shuya out.

Shuya sat in the car with sunglasses and looked at Han Mo driving from time to time. She was angry.

He couldn't even stand steadily, but the initiator didn't do anything. Not only did he have nothing, but he seemed to be refreshed. Shuya bit her lips and snorted in her heart.

In the sichen media building, Shuya has a special area, which is also a treatment for the front-line coffee of the company in order not to be disturbed by outsiders.

This treatment has nothing to do with Han mo. it was arranged by Meng Si when he was there.

Han Mo originally wanted to send Shuya, but Shuya didn't want to. After all, the relationship hasn't been made public. The president of the company always makes people gossip when she supports the female artists in the company.

Han Mo doesn't care much about these, but Shuya doesn't want these news to affect their quiet and sweet life. It's better to do more than less.

"Sister Shuya, what's the matter with you? Did you strain your muscles after exercising too hard yesterday? " Zeng Ying looked at Shu Ya limping from a distance and hurried to meet her.

Shuya's cheeks turned red for a moment. "It's exercise, ah, no, not exercise, that... Actually..."

Listening to Shuya's nonsense, Zeng Ying didn't understand what she meant.

After helping Shuya to sit on the sofa, Zeng Ying jumped in front of Shuya excitedly.

"Sister Shuya, I think you should have a concert. You have been singing for five years. With so many beautiful songs, you have long been qualified to hold concerts. "

Shuya of course wants to have a concert, which is a dream of every singer. However, although she has made many songs and is well known and recognized by everyone, she still wrote these recently by Han mo. before, there was little value in singing in the concert.

Shuya thought for a while and said, "everyone wants to have a concert, but I can't prepare enough songs for the concert."

"With me, how can it not be enough."

Han Mo suddenly stood at the door. Before that, Shuya wouldn't let him help her, but how could Han Mo rest assured? He turned around the office and came again.