Chapter 982

Mu Junhao woke up a long time ago, but he didn't want to leave and get up. He wanted to hold her like this all the time.

Looking at Song Xiaoya's shy appearance, Mu Junhao gently rubbed her hair, "I get up first, and then you sleep?"

Hearing the man's voice, song Xiaoya was stunned for a moment, and then became more shy. She covered the quilt and answered with a nasal voice, "OK."

Mu Junhao looked at her clever appearance, happily hooked the corners of her lips, and gave her a kiss on the top of her head. Then he got up.

After a while, the sound of water came from the bathroom. It should be mu Junhao taking a bath.

Think of this, she is a burst of blush heartbeat, song Xiaoya grasp the quilt hand involuntarily add strong way.

I didn't expect that they were so confused. Not long ago, she was going to come back to divorce him. I didn't expect that it was only half a month after the divorce. Instead, it became what it is now.

Ten minutes later, Mu Junhao comes out of the bathroom with a bath towel. When he sees song Xiaoya, he shrinks in the quilt and covers his round head.

The man's handsome eyebrow immediately frowned up, walked over, pulled open a little quilt, jokingly said: "don't cover yourself like this, be careful to cover your illness."

"Ah Song Xiaoya was so scared that she quickly pulled the quilt and wrapped herself tightly again.

"Don't look at me. What's the matter with you? You go first! I'll get up at once

She doesn't know how to face him now!

Mu Junhao reluctantly shook his head, raised his hand and looked at the watch, "it's late, your stomach is not good, get up and eat something."

"I see. You can go quickly."

The man rubbed his eyebrows, didn't embarrass her any more, and left the bedroom.

Hearing the sound of closing the door, song Xiaoya opened the quilt. Her small face was already red, like a mature red apple.

She covered her face and sat for a long time before she got up and went to the bathroom.

It's sticky. It's not comfortable at all.

She took her pajamas to the bathroom. As she passed by the full-length mirror, she turned her head and looked in the mirror.

The woman's white skin is full of big and small red kisses, even on her legs.

"Er..."

She was so ashamed that she wanted to find a hole in the ground. She just took a look and moved away. She was so ashamed.

Song Xiaoya put a full jar of water into the warm water and wanted to sigh comfortably.

It's so comfortable. I fell asleep when I was lying down. Last night, I was so tired.

Waking up again, I was awakened by the sound of the door.

There was a servant knocking at the door. "Young lady, are you in the bathroom?"

"I am! Can I help you? "

"Nothing, sir. Let me call you down for breakfast."

"OK, I'll be right out."

When song Xiaoya comes out of the bathroom, she finds that the servant is replacing the new sheets.

As she wiped her hair, the heat on her face came up again.

She said anxiously, "sister Wang, I'll just make the sheets."

"How can you do it yourself? Young lady, you can't take my job! " Wang Sao's face showed a kind smile, joking that way.

“……” Song Xiaoya just wants to find a piece of tofu to kill herself.

How can people see such sheets? Mrs. Wang must know what they did last night.

Wang sister-in-law changed the sheets and put the dirty sheets into the clothes basket. "Young lady, I'll be busy first."

Song Xiaoya bit her lip and pretended to be calm. "Well, thank you, sister-in-law Wang."

"You're welcome, young lady. It's my job."

Song Xiaoya opens the wardrobe and finds that there are many more clothes in it.

The colors are arranged in turn from light to deep, which are all the new fashion of the season.

Did Mu Junhao prepare this for her?

Thinking of this, song Xiaoya's heart is filled with a burst of sweetness.

Her eyes swept over her clothes, her heart tangled, which one to wear?

White is too plain, black is too dull.

Finally, her eyes fell on a pink dress.

She remembered that his favorite color was pink, and pink was the best color for skin color, sweet and young.

When she thought of the word youth, she began to feel sad again.

She is not young now. When young girls outside catch a lot of them, will he fall in love with those young girls after he is too fresh for her?

Song Xiaoya was surprised when she thought of this.

What is she doing now? Are you flattering him?

Immediately she hung the dress back, but just put it down, she picked it up again.

Hum! Can't she please herself? Do you have to please him?

Song Xiaoya changed her clothes and put on a light make-up. Then she came down from the upstairs.The servant met her at the stairway and was stunned. He couldn't help praising her: "young lady, you are so beautiful!"

Song Xiaoya said happily, "thank you."

Everyone likes to listen to praise, especially women are most concerned about their appearance.

The servant laughed and nodded to her to do his own business.

The new lady looks very kind. Even the gentleman who has always been difficult to serve has become much more talkative.

Li Weiwei had accompanied Mrs. Mu to the villa several times before. She was not the hostess of the castle, so she was very arrogant about their work. By contrast, she was lovely.

Song Xiaoya very upset make complaints about the way she walked out of the restaurant.

I don't know if he would like her dressed like this?

Mu Junhao is sitting on the main seat of the restaurant reading financial newspapers. He has a habit of reading newspapers in the morning, which he has developed since childhood.

At this time, the man's slender legs randomly overlap, wearing a pair of gold rimmed glasses, looks gentle and elegant, elegant.

The sun outside the window fell on his shoulder, covered with a layer of hazy halo. His facial features were deep and clear. Under his long and narrow eyebrows, there were a pair of charming peach blossom eyes, which were picked up at the end of the eyes.

Xu is to hear footsteps, he looked toward the door, eyes flashed a thick surprise.

"Why don't you stand at the door and come in?"

As soon as song Xiaoya comes to him, Mu Junhao reaches for her hand, pulls her forward and sits on his knee.

His palm is thick and warm. The warmth seems to pass through the palm to her heart, and her heart becomes warm.

Song Xiaoya is not used to it and struggles to get up.

"No, the servant will see."

However, Mu Junhao forcefully embraces her waist and gets closer. He sees her white face, white and red, more charming than flowers, and her sexy Adam's apple rolling up and down. He sincerely praises her: "you are very beautiful today."

Yesterday, when the stylist took the brochure of clothes and asked him to choose clothes, he saw this dress at first sight.