Chapter 962

But soon song Xiaoya felt something was wrong.

A broad, thin cocooned palm lifted the hem of her nightgown and covered her waist.

A thrill, the whole person sobered up.

She opened her eyes and looked at the man who was kissing her neck. Her lungs were about to explode.

"Mu Junhao!" Worried about waking her son, she gritted her teeth.

Smell speech, the man stopped.

Mu Junhao released her and raised his head.

The woman is very angry, and her smart eyes stare at him bitterly.

Clearly angry, but not the slightest momentum, fall in the eyes of men but can not say the lovely.

As soon as Mu Junhao's Adam's apple rolled, he put his other hand into her soft hair, clasped the back of her head, and then bowed his head to kiss her lips.

Her lips, as always sweet, like morning rose petals, with a sweet smell.

“……”

Song Xiaoya was shocked and her heart thumped.

This man, what is he doing?

How dare he mess around at this time when his son is still sleeping beside them?

If her son wakes up at this time and sees that they are doing something indescribable, she will never need to be a human again!

Think of this, song Xiaoya finally recovered from the stupefied, stretched out a foot to kick the man impolitely.

"Let go of me!" Worried about waking her son, she growled in a low voice.

"Hum ~" with a pain of stuffy hum, "Dong" of a, the man gorgeous was kicked to the foot of the bed by her.

Song Xiaoya was stunned. She didn't use much strength at all. How could she kick him to the foot of the bed?

Listen to the voice just now, it looks like it's very painful.

With a tight heart, she looked up at the man still lying on the ground.

His face looked very bad. He was pale. He yelled and rolled down on his forehead.

Song Xiaoya's mind flashed a little flustered, but thinking of Mu Junhao pretending to be injured, she didn't have a good way: "don't pretend, I know you do!"

She didn't use much force just now, OK?

But mu Junhao just frowned, and his breath became very short. He tried to get up from the blanket, but failed, and lay back again.

He said helplessly: "Xiaoya, pull me, I can't get up!"

Song Xiaoya looks at his weak appearance. It's really the same as the real one.

She sneered coldly, "Mu Junhao, are you so interesting? I'm a kid

She won't be fooled twice by him!

She gave a cold hum and turned around, ignoring Mu Junhao.

Mu Junhao looked at the back of her round head, but with a smile, he tried to get up from the ground, but he failed after several attempts.

Although song Xiaoya's back is facing him, her ears stand up.

Listening to men's continuous hum, no matter how hard the heart becomes nervous and uncertain.

Didn't you really kick him? He didn't look like he was pretending.

After waiting for a minute, Mu Junhao didn't get up from the ground. She couldn't pretend any more.

Even if she is proud, this man is the one she put in her heart.

She opened the quilt and got out of bed. When she got closer, she found that big beads of sweat rolled down on his forehead, even bangs were wet.

She was stunned for a moment, and could no longer care that they were still in the cold war. She quickly picked him up and said, "what's the matter with you, Mu Junhao?"

When she lifted him up, her hand just fell on the wound on his back. Mu Junhao gritted his teeth with pain.

But looking at her worried eyes, no matter how big the pain becomes sweet.

He hooked his lips and showed a pale smile, comforting: "I'm ok!"

"How could it be all right? You look bad. What's the matter with you? " Song Xiaoya has no good airway.

Obviously, she completely forgot how she had just insulted this man.

As soon as she finished, she felt a warm moistening in her palm.

She is slightly a Leng, stretch out a look, see the blood of full hand.

Song Xiaoya was stunned and looked at Mu Junhao in amazement.

Mu Junhao screwed up his eyebrows and said, "wash your hands off quickly, it's dirty."

Listening to his calm tone, song Xiaoya is angry. She pulls Mu Junhao's shoulder and sees a big piece of white robe red on the back under the shoulder.

Song Xiaoya's heart is constricted, and he opens his robe in panic, revealing the ferocious wound on his back.

A wound about ten centimeters long was sewed with thick threads. It was bloody and looked shocking.

Song Xiaoya's tears came out, biting her teeth and yelling: "you mean it, don't you?"

She clearly did not want to care about this man, but her heart did not listen to her.Seeing that he was hurt, she wanted to take his place.

Think of this, song Xiaoya heart a burst of despair, helpless, it seems that in this life she will be this man set to death.

He meant to hurt her!

What a cruel man!

Worried about waking her son, she covered her face, got up and ran out.

Mu Junhao looked at Song Xiaoya's back in amazement, but he didn't expect that she should be this kind of reaction.

Thinking that he angered her, he got up and ran after her, "Xiaoya, I didn't mean to. Listen to me!"

Mu Junhao chase to the door, see song Xiaoya knock on the housekeeper's door, "housekeeper, Mu Junhao is sick, please call the family doctor."

"What's the matter, sir?"

When the housekeeper saw Mu Junhao's appearance, he was startled, "I'll call right away!"

Mu Junhao's eyes fell on Song Xiaoya's white face, and his tight heart relaxed.

Song Xiaoya glances at Mu Junhao, eyes down, and falls on his bright and clean feet.

I don't wear shoes when I'm sick. Do you want to die?

Song Xiaoya scolded fiercely in her heart, but she raised her foot to the shoe cabinet by the door. She took out a pair of men's slippers from the shoe cabinet and put them in front of Mu Junhao. She yelled: "put on your shoes!"

Mu Junhao dropped his eyes and looked at the ferocious look of the woman. His heart was soft.

He put on his shoes in silence and explained in a dry voice: "Xiaoya, don't worry, I'm ok."

Song Xiaoya was worried to death, but she gouged him out and said, "who should worry about you? Don't be sentimental!"

After scolding, she sat down on the sofa.

She is now in a mess, this man always has a way to hold her heart tightly.

Mu Junhao looked at her thin pajamas and said to the housekeeper, "go and get a blanket for madam."

"Yes, sir."

The housekeeper quickly brought a blanket and gave it to Mu Junhao.

Song Xiaoya is very angry. A warm blanket is wrapped around her.

Her subconscious struggle, the man's strong arms around her shoulder, low voice: "don't move, you move again, the wound on my back is more painful."