Chapter 820

Thinking of Mu Junhao waiting for her at home, song Xiaoya can't wait to go home.

When I got home, I opened the door and saw the plates on the dining table, but mu Junhao's people didn't know where they were.

This is the first time.

But it seems very impatient!

Before, she prepared everything, and then as long as Mu Junhao went home to eat, but now, on the other hand, someone was waiting for him at home and gave him a warm meal. It turned out to be such a feeling.

The bottom of my heart is warm, a kind of warmth flowing quietly.

"Mu Junhao?" Song Xiaoya called softly.

With her cry, the light in the room suddenly went out, and the door of the bedroom was opened.

Mu Junhao came out of the room with a cake lit with candles.

"Happy Birthday to you, happy birthday to you..."

Men's affectionate eyes, set off by candlelight, seem to light the night sky of stars, gorgeous and incomparable.

Song Xiaoya's nose is sour, and a layer of water mist emerges involuntarily in front of her eyes.

Today is her birthday, even she forgot, did not expect him to remember!

Song Xiaoya sniffed and secretly scolded herself for not promising.

Give her a birthday and she'll be so moved.

Mu Junhao put the cake on the table, took her hand and stood in front of the cake, "come on, make a wish."

"Is it really useful to make a wish?"

"It's probably useful, otherwise why do so many people like to make wishes?"

Song Xiaoya didn't expect that Mu Junhao had such a naive side. She didn't believe it.

If it is really useful, then parents will not divorce, a good home will not be broken.

But looking forward to Mu Junhao's eyes, song Xiaoya put her hands together and recited a few words in her heart.

Blow out the candle and the room is dark for a moment.

“……”

Song Xiaoya turns around and is just about to turn on the switch.

Slender waist was a powerful arm around, and then her body forward, too late to respond, the lips were blocked by a warm kiss.

This kiss is different from last night's biting with punishment. It's like compensation. It's gentle and warm like spring breeze.

With some powerful magic, people can't bear to resist.

Song Xiaoya passively bears his kiss, from the initial uneasiness, to finally unconsciously close his eyes, ring his neck, respond.

I have to admit that this man's kissing skill is very good, unconsciously let me indulge in it.

In the dark, Mu Junhao opened his eyes and his sexy thin lips rose slightly.

His palm also moved up slowly, and then moved to the front

Song Xiaoya suddenly wakes up and pushes Mu Junhao away.

"Mu Junhao, what are you doing?"

“……”

"Pa", all the lights in the room turned on, shining on the woman's red cheeks, but in a puffy manner.

Looking at by her black and white eyes, it was as if there was nowhere to hide all the dirty time in her heart. Mu Junhao coughed awkwardly and pretended to be calm. "Just kiss me. You should get used to it later!"

“……” Song Xiaoya kicked Mu Junhao's knee and glared at him, "don't insult me any more. I haven't promised to be with you yet!"

Mu Junhao is helpless, "OK, we'll kiss you when you agree."

"Mu Junhao!" Song Xiaoya blushed and said, "can you just say goodbye?"

"Yes, I'm wrong!" Mu Junhao saw that song Xiaoya wanted to fry hair again. He quickly changed the topic and said, "the food is going to be cold. Eat it now!"

Mu Junhao took song Xiaoya's hand and sat down. He politely brought her vegetables. "Here, eat this. This is your favorite."

A piece of tender sirloin steak is put on the plate in front of song Xiaoya.

Looking at the steak, song Xiaoya suddenly remembers that when she was ten years old, her parents took her to eat the steak.

She rides on her father's head, and his father leads his mother

How warm memories, but all these are false, everything has changed.

"Xiaoya, what's the matter with you? Why are you crying again? "

Mu Junhao pulled a piece of paper to dry song Xiaoya's tears.

"It's OK. I got sand in my eyes."

“……”

At this time, song Xiaoya's hand rang.

She got up quickly and went to the window to get on the phone.

On the other end of the phone, song's mother came with a gentle but cautious voice, "Xiaoya, today is your birthday. Happy birthday."

“……”

Song Xiaoya clenched her lips and was silent for a moment. Then she said in a low voice, "thank you!"

"Xiaoya Yesterday's thing is my mother's wrong. My mother shouldn't beat you, but my mother can't control herself. "Mom loves you, but I can't control myself.

In this way, song Xiaoya has heard it countless times. When song's mother just opened her mouth, she guessed that she was going to say it.

But does apology work?

Next time as long as the mood is not happy, she will still beat and scold her.

Song Xiaoya closed her eyes and forced her to swallow the bitterness of her eyes.

"I see. I have something to do now. Hang up first!"

"Well, well, as long as you don't get angry with your mother, you should be busy first."

At the end of the phone, song's mother was relieved.

Song Xiaoya closed her eyes, held her cell phone tightly with her fingers, and stood upright by the window.

Cold wind along the window open a little gap into the room, hit her body, cool Qinru skin, a shiver.

"Song Xiaoya, you still have me!"

A warm embrace embraces her shaking body from behind, and the powerful force seems to rub her into his body thoroughly.

Song Xiaoya's heart gradually warms up. At this time of desperation, it's good to have a warm embrace and be willing to hold yourself!

Forced to bear the tears can no longer help dripping down, she turned around, buried her face in the man's generous chest.

"Thank you, Mu Junhao!"

Mu Junhao just heard the content of the phone, hesitantly raised his hand, holding the wool collar on Song Xiaoya's shoulder.

Suddenly a cold body, song Xiaoya tears stopped, raised his head, a push away Mu Junhao, even back a few steps.

The atmosphere suddenly became awkward.

Her wound, she is not used to be known, especially in front of this man.

Although only a short glance, but this does not affect Mu Junhao see her body injury.

Several red marks crisscross the white and tender skin, which is shocking.

Mu Junhao strode forward, clasped the back of song Xiaoya's head and bowed his head to kiss him.

This woman always has a way to hurt herself.

Song Xiaoya's eyes are wide, even the tears in the corner of her eyes are solidified.

She wanted to escape, but he caught her more tightly.

Gradually, struggling to ease.

Come on, since he wants this, let's do it!

This cold night, in exchange for his company, she would do anything.