Chapter 1037

When Mu Junhao said this, his mother's heart became shaken.

It's hard to get rid of the estrangement with her daughter. At this time, she really doesn't want to leave like this. Moreover, she has just recognized her grandson and wants to enjoy the happiness of family with her grandson.

But a mother like her can't let Xiaoya be laughed at.

"Still can't, Junhao, you are a good child, if Xiaoya has wayward place, you more tolerant of her."

Mu Junhao did not expect that song's mother would suddenly say so. He looked at Song Xiaoya, and his amber pupils were full of affection and doting.

"She's not self willed, because I'm not good enough for her, but mom can rest assured that I'll treat her well in the future and try my best to make up for my fault! Please help me persuade Xiaoya and ask her to give me another chance! "

With that, Mu Junhao bowed heavily to song Muzhen, "please do this!"

Song Mother's eyes showed a trace of relief, quickly picked up Mu Junhao and waved to song Xiaoya, "Xiaoya, come here."

Song Xiaoya wiped her eyes and walked towards her mother.

Song's mother holds song Xiaoya's hand and puts her hand into Mu Junhao's palm.

"Xiaoya, Junhao, my mother hopes you can love and support each other in the future."

Warm touch, song Xiaoya a Zheng, uneasily back hand, but mu Junhao tightly grasp.

"Mom, I remember! I'll be nice to Xiaoya! "

Song Xiaoya refuses Mu Junhao's touch, but song's mother doesn't dare to make radical moves here.

Song's mother saw song Xiaoya's reaction in her eyes, and she couldn't help worrying, "since you are all so filial, I'll live here. Don't despise my old lady for being too troublesome."

Mu Junhao holds song Xiaoya's hand tightly in the palm of his hand, with a smile on his face, "how can it be? I want to trouble you to take care of Xiaoya."

The distance between them is very close. When Mu Junhao talks, his affectionate eyes stare at Song Xiaoya's eyes without blinking.

Song Xiaoya looks away uneasily.

In the end, song Xiaoya is worried about his mother's feelings. Just as she wants to distance herself from Mu Junhao, she will restrain herself.

After dinner, song Xiaoya gives song Ruiqi a bath and coaxes him to sleep before returning to the bedroom.

She didn't want to let Mu Junhao in, so she locked the bedroom door.

She took a bath and was about to go to bed when the door of her bedroom was opened from the outside.

With the sound of footsteps, the man's low voice came to his ears, "Xiaoya, why do you want to lock the door? It's so troublesome!"

Song Xiaoya looks at the door key in Mu Junhao's hand, a burst of anger.

This is his home. Even if she locks the door and takes down the key, he still has a spare key.

She lifted the quilt and let her breath go into it.

She also does not speak, throws to Mu Junhao a arrogant back of the head.

"Ai ~"

Mu Junhao's eyes fell on her wet hair, sighed helplessly and walked towards the bathroom.

Song Xiaoya closed her eyes and listened to the movements behind her.

Hearing his sighs and footsteps, he let out a long breath.

However, just a moment later, Mu Junhao came back.

The soft bed sank in half, and the next second her head was lifted up on his knee.

Song Xiaoya was surprised and opened her eyes. Her big black and white eyes stared warily at Mu Junhao.

She still didn't speak, but her eyes were silent and accusing, "what are you doing?"

Mu Junhao shook the hair dryer in his hand, Junmei slipped a helpless smile, "fool, the hair is still wet, don't blow dry sleep, tomorrow will catch a cold."

“……”

Song Xiaoya looks at the hair dryer that the man is holding on his mobile phone. She is embarrassed, and her momentum is greatly reduced.

Mu Junhao chuckled, "well, lie down, I'll blow your hair."

Song Xiaoya doesn't move

"Ai ~ ~"

in the face of such a stubborn wife, Mu Junhao sighed again in his heart.

His wife, who has been working hard to get home, is in pain and needs to be spoiled.

He pushed her head back to his knee, and regardless of her wishes, he put his long white fingers into her hair, turned on the warm air in the hair dryer, and blew her hair.

Although his action is strong, it is not rude at all, even gentle.

Song Xiaoya's heart is filled with bursts of sour water, wave after wave, just like the rough waves.

This man is always easy on how to find her heart's weakness, easy to be able to beat her, kill nothing.

Why are you holding her? Why not let her go?

Why To be so nice to her?

Blame him!

She finally made up her mind, and was shattered by his gentle action and a few nice words.Before the tears came out, she closed her eyes and buried her face deep in his knee.

But the warm tears still fell from the corner of his eyes, and Mu Junhao's whole body was stiff.

He immediately put down the hair dryer and held song Xiaoya's face anxiously.

"Xiaoya, why are you crying? Did I hurt you? "

"Yes! You hurt me Song Xiaoya's big watery eyes glared at Mu Junhao and replied in a stuffy voice.

My pain is not the hair, but the heart, can you understand?

Mu Junhao was stunned.

She didn't look angry, but rather coquettish.

The eyes of water waves turn, and there is temptation in the silence.

Mu Junhao's sexy Adam's apple rolls up and down. He can't help but feel happy in his heart. He goes over and sticks his face to her side face.

A low voice clung to her ear, could not help saying: "Xiaoya, I love you!"

“……”

Song Xiaoya blushes and shrinks her neck. There's no time to escape. His fingers pinch her thin chin and warm kisses fall down.

Song Xiaoya's eyes continue to stare big. She responds and pushes Mu Junhao away without thinking about it.

Mu Junhao was pushed away, sharp eyes looking at Song Xiaoya, song Xiaoya drooping eyes, pretending not to see his line of sight.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became a little awkward.

At this time, a melodious piano music broke the silence between them.

"What's the matter?" Mu Junhao answers the phone.

Wang Yi's voice came from the other end of the mobile phone, "president, the person in charge of xiziao comes here, President, look..."

"I'll be right here!"

Smell speech, Wang Yi breathed a sigh of relief, "good, I wait for you in the company."

Mu Junhao hung up the phone and said to song Xiaoya, "Xiaoya, there's something urgent in the company. I'll go to the company first. You have a rest early."

Song Xiaoya bit his lower lip and said, "go and help you!"

Mu Junhao didn't leave immediately. After seeing song Xiaoya for a while, he suddenly put his hand around the back of her head and gave her a kiss on the forehead.

Song Xiaoya watched his figure disappear at the door, feeling unspeakable chagrin.

The temperature of his lips remained on his forehead, just like the hot Lotte, all the way to her heart.

Why did she just push him away?

After listening to song's mother's words, she was shaken in her heart.

Song's mother has a saying that is right. It's hard for people to meet someone who really loves them in their life. Many people are not so lucky.

They love each other, but they are defeated by her indecision. Will she regret it like her mother?

Think of this, song Xiaoya heart more chagrin.

It was a good opportunity just now, but she pushed it away.

This night, Mu Junhao did not go home.

Song Xiaoya wakes up early in the morning. Her first reaction is to look at the position beside her and the empty room. Her heart is empty and she can't say her loss.

Song's mother got up early and made a table of breakfast by herself.

When song Xiaoya came down from the upstairs, his mother leaned out of the kitchen and said, "Xiaoya, you're up. Come and have breakfast."

"Good."

Song Xiaoya has something on her mind, and the smile on her face is somewhat reluctant.

Entering the restaurant, song Ruiqi sits on his exclusive dining chair, holding a white steamed bun in his small hand, filling his mouth and eating happily.

"Mommy, come on! The steamed buns made by grandma are delicious

Song Xiaoya's heart warms as she looks at the table full of delicious food.

Xiaolongbao, crystal dumplings, red bean dumplings It's all her favorite.

"Mom, don't be so busy. Come and eat quickly."

"You eat first, I'll come right away!"

Song Xiaoya has no appetite these days. Looking at the food on the table, she suddenly moves her fingers.

She put a dumpling in her mouth, which was her favorite food at ordinary times, but she felt a tumult in her stomach as soon as she took a bite.

Her face changed, she got up and ran to the bathroom.

"Ouch ~ ~"

she was lying on the edge of the sink, vomiting in the dark.

Song's mother worried to follow up, looking at the scene, surprised and said: "Xiaoya, are you pregnant?"