Chapter 762

Song Xiaoya said that just now because she was angry. She didn't hold any hope for mu Junhao at all.

She knew that he was a bigamist.

Song Xiaoya thinks that she must be too drunk to say this to Mu Junhao.

She stood on the side of the road, stopped a taxi and looked at the man who was staying.

"I'm going home! Don't be so impulsive in the future. Don't bully people any more! "

Just then, the taxi stopped in front of her.

Song Xiaoya also does not wait for his answer, opens the door, stoops to get on.

Behind him, an eager step came. The next second, the door just opened was closed again.

"Go! Isn't that marriage? I'll help you

"What What? " Song Xiaoya was stunned.

At this time, their posture looks like Mu Junhao embracing her from behind.

The cold back became warm because of men's approach.

Song Xiaoya doesn't know whether it's because of the warmth or because of the man's words. Her heart palpitates fiercely, and she even forgets to push away the man.

Mu Junhao's lips are slightly raised, "go!"

Mu Junhao takes song Xiaoya's hand and leads her to his limited edition Lamborghini.

The mist at the bottom of my heart suddenly brightened.

A seed of joy quietly takes root and sprouts in the bottom of my heart, and even the breath of words rises a bit.

Unfortunately, he didn't even notice this small change.

Get stuck in the car and fasten your seat belt.

Song Xiaoya thinks she must be very drunk, otherwise why does she dream that she and Mu Junhao want to get married?

It must be her dream!

Song Xiaoya's stomach suddenly suffered, his brain was also dizzy, and even his eyes were shaking.

"What a pain! Vomit ~ "

Mu Junhao's face suddenly changed," Song Xiaoya, don't vomit! "

"But I can't help it! Ouch ~ ~ "

Mu Junhao quickly pulled over the car, gritted his teeth and threatened:" if you dare to spit on my car, you will die! "

This is a global limited edition. It produces eight of his favorite cars.

After all, song Xiaoya didn't spit out. She lay on the door and window, closed her eyes and fell asleep.

Mu Junhao looked at Song Xiaoya's quiet side face. His gloomy face gradually eased down. He raised his lips and whispered: "if only you were as good when you wake up as when you are asleep!"

Think of song Xiaoya usually with his various against, can't help shaking his head.

Mu Junhao put up the window, turned on the car heating and raised the temperature.

Then he picked up his cell phone to make a call and gave a local order: "go to my home and take out my ID card!"

"Mu Shao, I'm afraid it's a bit difficult."

For such a problem, the other side is obviously in a dilemma.

"I don't care! No matter what method you use, steal or rob, in any way, help me get it before 12 o'clock! "

Then he hung up.

On the other end of the line, his personal assistant and secretary was about to cry.

Don't bring such a pitfall!

But thinking of the millions of annual salary, he would have done it well even if he went up the ladder and down the frying pan!

Mu Junhao expertly drove the car to the downstairs of song Xiaoya's apartment.

"Wake up? Home

He shook song Xiaoya's shoulder.

But the drunk woman had no reaction at all. Her ruddy little mouth was purring, opening and closing one by one, and she began to snore, like a lovely pig.

He jokingly pinched her small nose, eyes with a trace of doting, "really convinced you!"

"Don't disturb me, let me sleep again..."

Song Xiaoya feels that someone is holding her nose, waves impatiently, smashes her mouth, turns around, and then meets Duke Zhou.

“……” Mu Junhao shook his head and laughed.

That pair of dark pupil, the line of sight falls on the woman's small face, a soft heart.

He clung to song Xiaoya's ear and whispered, "sleep, little lazy pig!"

In order to make song Xiaoya sleep more comfortable, he got off the back of the car and covered her with a blanket.

And he, from her bag out of a bunch of keys, open the door, familiar to song Xiaoya home.

Song Xiaoya feels that she has had a long dream.

Dream inside, that person's vision is very gentle, but also pull her hand to swear together.

No matter birth, old age, illness or death, we will never leave in this life.

What a beautiful but unrealistic dream!

She must not be awake! By all means!At noon, the glare of light through the curtain, cast on the woman's white face.

Women are very beautiful, delicate facial features, every place looks like God carefully polished and created.

Curly eyelashes are like a thick Pu fan, casting a beautiful silhouette under the eyes.

With the awakening of the woman, the eyelashes gently vibrated a few times, then, the clear and transparent eyes under the eyelashes opened.

Looking at the familiar room in front of her, song Xiaoya rubbed the back of her head and couldn't help hissing.

I didn't feel much when I drank that wine yesterday. Is it a little too strong?

Vaguely remember, she took a car to the police station to meet Li Xin and Mu Junhao, then what happened? How did she get home?

And the body is so sore! It's like being run over by a truck!

Her chaotic brain can't remember at all.

She rubbed her hair in chagrin and sat on the bed in a daze holding the quilt. She was wandering all over the world.

Sure enough She was just dreaming!

Fortunately, it was a dream

Just as she thought happily, with a "squeak", the bedroom door was pushed open.

“？”

Hearing the sound of opening the door, song Xiaoya gave a whole meal.

He turned his head slowly and looked towards the door.

That pair of bleary eyes, when seeing Mu Junhao's familiar face, suddenly a spirit, completely awake.

"Mu Junhao, why are you in my house?"

Mu Junhao's slender white fingers carry a dinner plate, wearing a white robe.

Hearing song Xiaoya's exclamation, those frivolous peach blossom eyes, slightly picking at the end of the eyes, showed a smile, "Song Xiaoya, what good things did you do last night, don't you forget?"

“……”

What did you do last night?

Song Xiaoya's heart trembled uncontrollably.

No It can't be true? Did she bow last night?

Oh, my God!

Song Xiaoya is about to cry. She places her legs on the quilt and rubs them against each other. She doesn't feel any other discomfort. She puts down her tight heartstrings.

With confidence, he opened his eyes and glared back at Mu Junhao.

"What did I do yesterday? Don't slander me! But you, how can you be at my house in the morning? "

Looking at the woman's angry appearance, Mu Junhao was so angry that his liver hurt. He sneered and laughed.