Chapter 166

Han Xiao doesn't know how he got back to his study.

The light in the study is warm, the heating is still on, and the room is hot. It should have made people feel warm.

But with each step he took, the air pressure around him would drop by one more point, and the chill between his eyebrows would be deeper and deeper.

Go to the French window and look at the garden lit by the crystal lamp. Zheng Yixiao's secrets and their mother's instructions to him before his death are echoed in his ears.

His mother asked him to save his brother suffering from depression and left without saying anything.

Later, he swore to his mother's grave that he would take good care of Yixiao and let Yixiao completely get rid of depression and recover. No matter what Zheng Yixiao wants, he will try his best to fight for it and give his brother happiness.

Now he knows what kind of happiness his brother wants most.

What his brother wants is his woman.

Zheng Yixiao likes Yu Mingxi.

The fact caught him by surprise.

The people standing in front of the window were straight and tight, and the dark color at the bottom of their eyes was darker than the night. They didn't feel a slight sound of footsteps outside the study.

Yu Mingxi hurried down from the third floor. He was about to pass the study, but he suddenly caught a glimpse of the study with the light on.

During the cold war between her and Han Xiao these days, although Han Xiao ignored her, he would stay in the master bedroom and rarely enter the study. Although the heating in the study would be on, the light would be off as long as the person was not inside.

She remembered that Han Xiao had never entered the study today. How could the light be on?

Is Han Xiao back?

At the thought of this, Yu Mingxi felt guilty, just like a child who did something wrong, afraid of being caught and scolded.

Take the door, stop your hand hesitantly and slowly recycle it.

But at this time, there was a sudden movement in the room.

It was the man's leather shoes that eagerly and heavily stepped over the wooden level in the study and made a crisp sound.

Yu Ming was stunned, and the door in front of him was suddenly opened from inside.

Two figures, one high and one low, stood in an unexpected confrontation, staring at each other and silent together.

A moment later, Han Xiao suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed Yu Mingxi's shoulder, carried her into the study and held her in his arms. Two solid arms were like vines, tightly around Yu Mingxi's waist.

He hung down his hard head, buried his face in the girl's white and soft neck, and deeply smelled the fragrance of her body.

Yu Mingxi vaguely felt his strangeness and uneasiness in his heart. Although he didn't know the reason, he still raised his palm, pressed his back, patted him twice, smiled and said, "what's the matter with you? When did you come back? I thought you and sister Ni Xuan would -- oh!"

Suddenly, the warm things attached to her lips frightened Yu Mingxi. She opened her eyes, stared at the poker face magnified in front of her, leaned back her neck and wanted to retreat, but Han Xiao's big hand grabbed the back of her head and pressed it back, and the lip flap was quickly pried open.

Han Xiao tried to ravage the two fragrant lips, lingered and forgot to return, probing deeper and deeper.

Some words he can't say, but he can't deceive himself or others about what has happened and the truth he already knows.

Holding Yu Mingxi every minute, he didn't want to let go.

Even now he knows that the girl in his arms is the girl his brother really likes.

He can't do it.

Han Xiao tried to close his eyes and cover the painful color from the bottom of his eyes. For the first time in his life, he was so reluctant to wake up.

He can let anything, only Yu Mingxi. He doesn't want to and can't let it.

Han Xiao made up his mind, his strength suddenly increased, and his arms tightened Yu Mingxi's waist.

Yu Mingxi was shocked. Her pupils suddenly tightened. There was always an illusion that her waist was quickly broken by Han Xiao's strong arm.

Gradually, her breath was not smooth. She sobbed anxiously, turned her head and refused Han Xiao's warm and crazy kiss.

Han Xiao felt her resistance and was finally compromised. He slightly opened his sharp eyes, stared at Yu Mingxi's peach soft face, took a rough breath, slightly relaxed his strength at hand, retreated a little distance, and showed no desire on his far from satisfied face.

"You, you -" Yu Mingxi shouted Han Xiao's name angrily, trying to scold the inexplicable director, but in the end, he blurted out, "do you have the consciousness of cold war?"

Having said that, she felt ashamed herself. She would never swear again and could not be so weak!

Han Xiao looked down at the embarrassed little woman in his arms. The tight heart in his chest gradually softened. Yingwei's eyebrows raised, and he replied two words seriously, "No."

"Dress up! Just dress up!" Yu Mingxi snorted angrily, "who will hug while cold war?"

"We don't have a cold war." Han Xiao frowned and refuted Yu Mingxi's words, "but you haven't figured it out yet."

As soon as Yu Mingxi heard this, he meant to mention the birth of a child again. Suddenly, he pursed his lips unhappily, cooled his tone, and simply threw out a sentence, "no matter what you say, I won't promise to have a child now." then he added three words, "I, no, birth."

Yu Mingxi thought that he would annoy Han Xiao again. Unexpectedly, Han Xiao's face remained unchanged. Instead of being angry, she hugged her tightly in her arms, put her chin against her head, rubbed her for a while, and then seemed to give a stiff and helpless sigh.

"You can't figure it out, then I can figure it out." Han Xiao's tone was firm, obviously making a compromise on this matter.

"What do you mean?" Yu Mingxi hurriedly asked.

"If you don't want to have children now, we won't." Han Xiao raised his hand and stroked Yu Mingxi's head, pecked and kissed her smooth forehead, and said in a dark voice, "the future is long."

Yu Mingxi looked up at Han Xiao in surprise and looked at him doubtfully for a while.

Han Xiao bent his right index finger and slowly hooked the tip of her delicate nose. There was some doting in her low voice. "I mean what I say. I say I'll wait until you like, I won't cheat you."

Yu Mingxi's heart was finally relieved after hanging for several days, but he was not only happy with Han Xiao's understanding and tolerance, but also confused. He couldn't understand why Han Xiao's attitude changed in just one or two hours.

Suddenly, she thought of leaving with Han Xiao to meet director Fang's Zhuang nixuan, and couldn't help connecting the result to Zhuang nixuan.

Zhuang nixuan and Han Xiao have been good friends for many years and have always had a very good tacit understanding. Zhuang nixuan's mind is delicate. When she comes to the farewell banquet tonight, she may have found that there are differences between her and Han Xiao.

Zhuang nixuan is so concerned about Han Xiao. Han Xiao can't cheat Zhuang nixuan. As long as Zhuang nixuan asks, he will tell the truth.

Is it because Zhuang nixuan persuaded Han Xiao to think through and stop forcing her?

Thinking about this, Yu Mingxi couldn't help feeling bored. He would only give her a smelly face if she tried to please him and reason with him. He just wouldn't listen to her if he wanted her to follow his ideas.

As a result, as soon as Zhuang nixuan advised him, he listened obediently?

"How did you change your mind?" Yu Mingxi decided to ask.

Yu Mingxi's question inevitably reminded Han Xiao of the secret he heard on the third floor. His eyebrows sank slightly and he replied expressionless, "it's not important."

Yu Mingxi thought it was in front of her. Han Xiao avoided talking about Zhuang nixuan. Although he was curious about the reason, he decided not to entangle with him too much about the answer to this question.

At this time, Han Xiao's lips had covered Yu Mingxi's cheeks and was about to go down and sip her lips.

Yu Mingxi stretched out his hand and deliberately turned aside the topic and asked, "when did you come back? Didn't you say you went to see Fang guide with sister Ni Xuan? Why did you come back so quickly? I thought you were going to talk for a long time."

"I'm a man with a family." Han Xiao's tone was serious and couldn't find anything wrong.

"... I remember that director Fang also has a wife?" Yu Mingxi squinted and asked, "why doesn't he wait until the day to talk to you because he has a family?"

Han Xiao's reason is too perfunctory. No one will believe it.

It's almost ten o'clock when he goes out. According to the time, it's already late. If it's really because he has a family, he shouldn't go out to meet Fang guide.

Mingming went out. In terms of time, he came back without sitting hot. There must be some reason.

"He has a wife, but he has more than one wife in his heart." Han Xiao said sharply.

Yu mingheaton was convinced and could not refute.

Because director Fang has a strong professional ability in directing films, but his reputation is not very good. He is famous for his love of wrapping / raising little lovers. It is said that his relationship with her wife is not harmonious. He just tries to keep a good side in front of outsiders and treats each other coldly in private. No one will interfere in anyone's business. Frankly, he is a nominal couple. He has no feelings anymore.

Yu Mingxi was depressed about not being able to fight Han Xiao. Suddenly, Han Xiao raised his chin. The corners of his lips were hot and let the other party chew hard. Then, he heard Han Xiao's voice say, "you are the only one in my heart."

Yu Mingxi Ergen suddenly blushed, her heart pounded and beat the drum. A sudden love word took her away. Even Han Xiao picked her up, put her on the table, untied her pajamas, and didn't say a word of No.

Han Xiao eagerly asked for and plundered, almost as if he had exhausted all his strength to embrace Yu Mingxi.

Yu Mingxi was upset by too much strength. He felt a little pain and took several breaths from time to time.

Han Xiao made a movement. Then he took her in his arms and sat down on the chair. He tightened her trembling shoulders, buried his head and pecked the tip of her hot and red ears. His voice was low and dark, and said solemnly, "I'm sorry."