Chapter 907

Song Xiaoya according to the address in hand, came to the seaside villa.

The unspeakable tranquility of the sea, there is a clear wind blowing over, song Xiaoya a cold shiver.

She raised her hand to press the doorbell, and soon a servant like man poked out half his head.

A pair of clear eyes looked up and down at the woman standing at the door, the tone of the mouth is not good, "Miss, who are you looking for?"

"Hello, I'm looking for mu Junhao."

"Who are you, sir?"

The servant looked at her with a touch of unspeakable contempt.

Song Xiaoya was puzzled by her eyes. According to the truth, they should have never met and didn't know each other.

Song Xiaoya considered the language and said, "I'm his Old friend

"Old friend?" The servant looked at him with disdain and said, "I've been looking for our husband's old friends. Let's go. Our husband is not at home. You can go to other places!

Girl, I advise you that young people don't always want to make money from men. Mr. is not so easy to make trouble of. "

Seeing the door closed again, song Xiaoya was at a loss.

The servant obviously took her as Mu Junhao's gossip girlfriend outside.

Think of this, song Xiaoya heart blocked.

It seems that he has had a good life these years, she said, ah, how can such a man stay with a woman? The vast ocean is their yearning zone.

It's really cold outside. The cold wind comes in from the collar of the coat, from the skin to the heart.

She found a leeward place and sat down in the corner.

She kept waiting until she couldn't help fighting with her eyelids and her brain was in a daze. Finally, she heard the sound of the car engine coming closer and closer.

Is mu Junhao back?

Song Xiaoya's heart a joy, quickly opened her eyes, want to stand up, but found sitting too long feet already paralyzed.

The car drove into the carved gate and stopped inside.

The driver got off first, opened the door of the rear seat, and a pair of long legs wrapped by hand-made suit pants came into view first.

Looking up the long leg, song Xiaoya feels that her heart is about to jump out of her throat at that moment.

"Mu..." She opened her mouth to stop him.

But at this time, a woman came out of the back seat of the car.

Women wear cool, delicate makeup, get off the car may be too cold, hands rubbing arms, delicate body to Mu Junhao's arms to hide.

"Mu Shao, it's so cold! I'm freezing to death! "

As the words fell, the woman's face turned.

Song Xiaoya's pupil keeps enlarging. It's Chen Shihua!

Song Xiaoya's whole body was frozen in place, as if she had been hit by a acupoint, and her whole body was stiff.

Five years ago, Chen Shihua had nothing to do with her. Now it is said that she has become a hot star in the entertainment circle.

Tian Yaoyao has been suppressed by Chen's poems and paintings in the entertainment circle since she took part in Zhiyue at that time.

It's said that behind Chen's poems and paintings, there is a mysterious gold master. Is this gold master Mu Junhao?

Mu Junhao twisted his thick black eyebrows, and his eyes flashed over. When Chen Shihua leaned over, he reached out and pushed her away.

However, he just put his hand on Chen Shihua's shoulder. He saw the figure outside the fence wall in the corner of his eyes. He stretched out his hand and pulled Chen Shihua into his arms. He fell on her shoulder and looked drunk. He stumbled into the room.

Chen Shi Hua felt ecstatic.

Today, I ran into Mu Junhao in the wine shop. I couldn't help being impressed by his handsome appearance and followed him to the car.

It seems that Mu Shao has accepted her!

Seeing their figures disappear in front of them, song Xiaoya returns to her senses and chases them back.

"Mu Junhao, wait for me! Ah

Her feet had been numb for a long time. As soon as she raised her leg, she fell out directly and fell into a mess.

The elbow and knee were skinned, and there was a burning pain.

But it's less than one in ten thousand of her heart. She thought she could give up and keep her heart still. Now when she looks at him holding other women in her arms, her heart is like being cut by a knife.

"Mu Junhao, I have something to tell you."

Song Xiaoya tries to endure the pain on her hands and feet and gets up with a disheartened face.

Mu Junhao turned to look at her. His eyes were flat. He couldn't see any emotion in his amber eyes, but he held his fingers tightly in his suit pocket.

At the moment when he saw her fall, his feet were like looking for consciousness. Before his brain fully responded, his legs had already stepped out.

In the end, reason triumphed over impulse.

He stopped, thin lips, hook out the arc of sarcasm.Close to Chen Shihua's ear, the warm voice whispered: "baby, you go back today, I'll come back to you another day!"

Chen Shihua blushed and said, "honey, I'm waiting for your news."

From Song Xiaoya's point of view, it seems that Mu Junhao is kissing Chen Shihua's cheek.

Mu Junhao swept song Xiaoya's pale face, then moved away and said to the driver in a low voice: "you send Miss Chen back. Did you tell me yesterday that you wanted to ask for leave? You don't need to come here tonight. Come and pick me up early tomorrow morning!"

The driver said gratefully, "thank you, sir."

He not only made an appointment for the next time, but also told the driver to take her back. Chen Shihua was proud like a peacock. When he came to song Xiaoya, he stopped and sneered.

Song Xiaoya's white fingers gradually pinch the hem of her clothes to calm herself down.

Everything is her choice. Isn't it what she always wanted Mu Junhao to start a new life?

Mu Junhao looked at her indifference, the corner of his lips self mocking radian is bigger and bigger.

They were separated by four or five meters, and no one spoke. It was like a war without gunpowder.

The servant came from the room and saw Mu Junhao with a drunken face. He worried and said, "Sir, why did you drink so much wine? It's cold outside. Come in quickly

Just now, the servant was very angry with her and completely changed his face in the face of Mu Junhao.

It seems that when I saw song Xiaoya at this time, the servant was displeased and said, "Miss, why are you still standing there? If I don't leave, I'll call security

Mu Junhao turned and glanced at the noisy servant, then walked into the room without saying a word.

The servant received Mu Junhao's warning eyes and immediately shut up.

Song Xiaoya stood at the door, not knowing whether to go in or leave for a moment.

Fingers clenched, sharp fingernails pinched into the palm, the pain of the body makes her heart a little better.

She thought that Mu Junhao would not have a good face for her, but did not think that he would make her so embarrassed.

But when she thought of her son, who was thousands of miles away, she had not seen him for two days and didn't want to delay any longer. Moreover, the sooner the matter was settled, the better the appointment would be.

Song Xiaoya takes a deep breath and walks towards the villa with a cheeky face.

The door is not closed, song Xiaoya stands at the door, looking at the luxurious living room.

In fact, up to now, she still did not want to understand why Mu Junhao had so many properties and villas, and why she had been crowded with her in her small apartment for so many years.

When the servant saw her standing at the door, he met her.

Attitude is much better than before, "Miss Song, Mr. drunk, rest in the bedroom, you go upstairs to find him!"

A listen to Mu Junhao in the bedroom rest, song Xiaoya subconsciously want to go.

The servant stopped and said, "Miss Song, it's already late at night. It's hard to get a taxi in this rich area. Why don't you stay here for one night before you leave?"

Songxiaoya subconsciously want to refuse, she and mujunhao want to divorce, still live in his home, how can't say.

But it's not the way to spend it. She has a hunch that Mu Junhao won't have a good talk with her tomorrow.

Why don't you talk to him while he's drunk?

Song Xiaoya did some psychological construction, and then she walked upstairs.

As she pushed open the bedroom door, she felt a little uneasy.