Chapter 908

There was no light in the room, only a dim yellow wall lamp at the head of the bed.

Warm yellow light shrouds the quiet room, and the whole air is full of ambiguous luster.

The man seems to be drunk, lying on the bed, the quilt is not covered, even the shoes on his feet are not taken off.

The thick black and narrow eyebrows twisted hard and looked very uncomfortable.

Song Xiaoya is distressed for a while. Is that how he has lived these years? I don't know how to take care of myself!

She bit her lower lip and finally walked towards the bed.

She squatted down beside the bed, carefully and gently took off the shoes on his feet. She wanted to cover the quilt for him, but the quilt was pressed under him, so she had to give up.

His breath was heavy and he looked like he was asleep.

Song Xiaoya completely relaxed her vigilance.

Squatting beside the bed, looking at Jun's face close at hand, her eyes became very gentle. She stretched out her hand to touch his face, but when she thought of their situation, she raised her hand and put it down again.

Biting her lips and hesitating, she finally got up and went to the bathroom to get a basin of warm water, wring a towel to wipe his cheek.

As soon as I reached out, I was gripped by a powerful palm.

Scream, a whirl, hands of the towel fell, she was Mu Junhao pressure in the body.

The man's hot and humid kiss fell down, and blocked her small mouth and swallowed all the exclamations in her mouth.

He is like a wolf walking in the desert for a long time. He meets the water source and wants to swallow her up.

"Oh ~" Song Xiaoya soon felt a burst of suffocation, his face was red, and the air in his lungs was about to be drained by him.

She struggled painfully, reaching for his chest.

The next second, his hands were clasped by one of his hands and raised over his head.

She couldn't move her hand, so she kicked him.

The man's eyes a ruthless, raise a foot to press her feet, soon even the legs are suppressed by him, can only let the man do whatever he wants.

Just when song Xiaoya's brain was dizzy and felt that he was going to be killed by him, he finally let her go.

She was like a fish stranded on the beach, gasping for breath.

That pair of big black and white eyes, stained with a layer of water mist, wet, glared at him, but no momentum.

Mu Junhao also pressed her hands and feet, also panting heavily, still bent over, once again in her magnificent lip kiss.

It's like a child who gets candy. The man's eyes seem to light a hot flame.

Low voice, with some other kind of sexy, said in her ear: "like it?"

"What What? " Song Xiaoya stares at him inconceivably. She doesn't know whether it's because she's ashamed or angry. Her small face is red, red enough to bleed. "I don't like it at all. Please release me quickly!"

The radian of Mu Junhao's lips widened. He bowed his head and took another bite on her lips.

Magnetic voice with warm breath sounded in her ears, thin lips with her earlobe like touch not touch, evil spirit smile, "don't you just want to seduce me?"

Warm breath brushed sensitive earlobe, itchy.

Song Xiaoya can't help but utter a light, chant, she blushes with shame, the next second to bite the lip, don't let himself make a sound.

"Ha ha!" Mu Junhao laughed heartily, and the joyful laughter vibrated out of his chest.

Song Xiaoya wants to die of shame and anger. The damned man teases her, but she can't resist. She even makes that shameful voice.

She angrily scolded: "Mu Junhao, are you still not a man? Is it fun to tease me? "

"You want to see if I'm a man? I'll prove it to you now! "

Mu Junhao raised her chin, and the evil spirit from the corner of her mouth was about to overflow from that handsome face.

"Ah! What are you up to? Stop it

Song Xiaoya was so frightened that she knew that she couldn't pluck the hair from the tiger's head at this time. She begged for mercy and said, "Mu Junhao, I have something urgent to find you. I don't have much time. When are you going to divorce me?"

As soon as the voice fell, the radian on the man's face sank down, and the bright eyes gradually converged the cold light. In an instant, it was freezing, and even the air dropped several degrees.

Song Xiaoya shivers inexplicably. While Mu Junhao is in a daze, she reaches out her hand and pushes him away.

He turned over from the bed, far away from him, and stood at the door, holding the handle with his fingers.

This is the escape position.

Just now such ambiguous, already did not belong to between them, already was the distance.

He's about to get engaged. He's someone else's husband.

"Mu Junhao, you sent me a message to let me come back for divorce. Now I'm back, but you keep away again and again. What do you mean?"Looking at her defensive posture, Mu Junhao chuckled, almost gnashing his teeth, word by word jumping out of his teeth.

"Song Xiaoya, do you think I can't bear you? It's just a woman who has a good temper. I feel dirty when I touch her! "

Song Xiaoya is embarrassed for a while. She bites her lower lip and turns pale.

All she had just done to wipe his face was that she was soft hearted. She knew that he was also a cleanliness addict. It must be uncomfortable to fall asleep like this.

Yes, she still loves this man.

However, this is not the reason why he can attack her.

Song Xiaoya clenched her fingers and said angrily, "Mu Junhao, what kind of woman I am is nothing to do with you!"

"Is it?" Mu Junhao slowly untied the buttons on his chest, his cold eyes fell on the white towel on the ground, and his lips were tickled, showing endless irony, "what does that mean? Why sneak into a man's room and be alone with men and women? Haven't you heard a word, dry firewood and fire? What's more, you just took off my shoes and towel for me. Miss Song, what are you doing? "

His questions were more sonorous and forceful, and the three words "Song Xiaoya" were bitten by him.

"I I... "

Song Xiaoya's mind flashed a touch of confusion, she really shouldn't have come in just now, more should not love this man.

She bit her lower lip, took a deep breath, calmed herself down, and said in a gentle tone: "Mu Junha, these things are my fouls, I'm getting further away, but I really have something urgent. Would you please go to the marriage registration office with me sometime tomorrow and divorce me? "

Mu Junhao's hard heart was stabbed by something, and the pain came towards him.

The knuckles of his clenched fingers turned white with a cynical sneer on his face? Tomorrow, you make an appointment with my assistant. If I have time, we'll go... "

The word "divorce" revolved around his chest, which made his heart swell, but he was always reluctant to say it.

"You Song Xiaoya was so angry that she gritted her teeth and laughed angrily, "is it interesting for you to play a rogue like this, Mu Junhao?"

"I think it's very interesting! After all... "

He gave her another meaningful glance. "After all, it's someone who's worried about divorce now."

Song Xiaoya frowned. She understood what he said.

Why did she want a divorce? Isn't he going to get engaged to Li Weiwei, so he's in a hurry to get a divorce?

Her delicate eyebrows slightly frowned, and she didn't want to entangle with this man any more. She said directly, "I'll wait for you under the headquarters building at nine o'clock tomorrow morning. If you find another reason to shirk, I'll go back! "

Song Xiaoya said, then turned and left the bedroom.

Leaving Mu Junhao standing in the same place, he clenched his fist and punched on the bedside table.

She said she was going back!

It turns out that this is not her home, that person's home is her home!

Song Xiaoya runs downstairs in one breath and looks at the dark road. Then she finds that it's very empty. In addition, it's the villa area, and the vehicles outside are not allowed to enter. She can't see a person for a long time, and suddenly she feels very sad.

But she just had a quarrel with Mu Junhao, and now she's begging for nothing to stay in his home. She can't save face.

She plucked up her courage and walked forward, hoping to get a taxi out of the villa.

On the second floor, in front of the French window of the bedroom, the white moonlight sprinkles into the window, and a straight figure casts a lonely silhouette on the white carpet.

Mu Junhao's eyes fixed on the slender figure, until the figure disappeared in front of him, he took out his mobile phone to dial a phone.