Chapter 492

"Well Huo tingxiao, did you drink? Why does your mouth stink? "

A moment later, the girl let go of Huo tingxiao's lips, frowned tightly, curled her mouth, and complained discontentedly.

Huo tingxiao's forehead is slightly green, and there is a trace of collapse on his cold cheek. This girl runs away after lighting the fire every time. Do you think his mouth stinks?

It's clear that she's the one who drinks, OK

Huo tingxiao pinched his eyebrows, "don't make trouble, get on the bus first."

Yun Weiyang said with a smirk, "how can I make trouble! You don't know. Yanqi and her future boyfriend have been eating dog food all night Baby's heart was hit by 10000 points, OK

Huo tingxiao: "return it next time, OK?" Yun Weiyang nodded solemnly, then shook his head again, "no, you're shameful Huo tingxiao, when I get rich, I will learn from Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty and build a golden house to hide you, OK? You look so good,

What if you are taken away? "

Huo tingxiao full of black line, but can only follow the girl, tone doting gentle: "good."

Yun Weiyang stares at him with a smile, reaches out his finger, and puts a frivolous hook on the man's chin. "Hey, handsome man, I see your bones are strange and your life is full of Peach Blossom Well... "

As soon as the girl finished speaking, the man pressed her into his arms and gave her a kiss.

This girl, is clearly in the ignition!

In Maybach's car, a single dog with a bloody face screamed and then put his hand over his eyes. Damn, I'm going blind!

Dog abuse again! Dog abuse!

Human nature!

I can't do this job! I will resign tomorrow!

Yun Weiyang drank a lot of wine. At the moment, he was kissed by the man. His body softened and gasped slightly. His whole body was almost on the man.

And originally just want to punish Yun Weiyang someone, at the moment is black face, but glanced at the arms of the girl, someone pinched the eyebrows, and then the girl a horizontal embrace, carefully placed in the back seat.

If it goes on like this, he may not be able to control himself

Qin · single dog · night, who was badly abused in the front row, said weakly: "boss How about I take you to the hotel now? There's a branch just around the corner ahead... "

Huo tingxiao's face was slightly black, "drive."

Qin Ye coughed softly, "Oh Are you sure you don't want to go to a hotel? "

You're not afraid to suffocate yourself?

To tell you the truth, it's not good for your health if you hold it too long

Huo tingxiao's face was as black as the bottom of the pot, "go back."

Qin ye: "OK Eh, the man standing over there Why do you look so familiar? Is it song muyuan Huo tingxiao heard that through the black car window, he saw a man standing quietly under a big tree. In the dim corner, there was a cigarette between the man's fingers, but he didn't mean to smoke. He just let the cigarette burn out little by little.

Recently, song muyuan worked hard in the company every day. Two days ago, he had stomach bleeding and went to the hospital. Huo tingxiao had heard of all these things. The outside world only said that the prince of the Song family devoted himself to his work and wanted to take the song group to a higher level.

But no one knows that he works so hard that he just doesn't want to be idle.

When people are quiet, they are most prone to nostalgia and madness.

It seems that he has suffered a lot, and finally knows what he has missed, but after so many experiences, now if he wants to go back, it depends on whether the person is willing to.

In this world, many things missed is missed, no one has so much time, not so cheap, always standing in the same place to wait.

Huo tingxiao droops his head slightly, and his eyes fall on the girl in his arms. He can't help reaching out and gently rubbing his cheek. The bottom of his eyes is dark. He once hurt her But never again!

"Boss, do you want to remind him not to wait here?" Qin ye asked.

Huo tingxiao was silent for two seconds, "no need." Qin Ye scratched his head and said, "it's really his fault. At the beginning, Miss Shen liked him so much, but he was blind and liked Xiao Yue. Tut, now that he's gone, what kind of infatuation is playing here? It's me I will not accept such a person as him.

at the beginning, Miss Shen faced such a big insult alone, but he didn't say a word Scum man Huo tingxiao doesn't speak. He just quietly looks at the girl in his arms. In this world, no one can take her away from him by mistake, and he won't be like song muyuan. He clearly likes it, but he doesn't have the courage to take that step, even if it's robbing He will also

get her back!

Under the tree, the man is still standing there quietly, like a ghost. The night seems to be infinitely prolonged. Time goes by little by little. I don't know how long it takes for the man to put out his cigarette end. Then he goes back to the car tired. He opens the armrest box, and there is still a piece of sugar left in it. He peels off the sugar paper layer by layer, and then puts the small piece of sugar in his mouth. He only feels bitter between his lips.It turns out that when the heart is bitter, everything is bitter.

The mobile phone on the armrest box is ringing crazily. The caller ID is a familiar name, but it seems that he didn't see it. He let the light of the mobile phone go out.

From the beginning to the end, he was wrong. He thought that he had been chasing his true love and was willing to give everything for her, but he never saw that behind him, there was a person who paid silently for him.

Again and again

Song muyuan closes his eyes wearily. A moment later, he slowly opens his eyes, reaches for his mobile phone and dials a number to go out.

A few seconds later, a respectful voice came from the other end of the mobile phone, "Mr. Song, I don't know if you call so late. What can I do for you?"

Song muyuan's fingers were slightly stiff. His dark eyes looked through the window and said in a deep voice: "for the newly developed 13 phase western style house, I want No. 2 on the top floor of No. 1 block a, and I will check in tomorrow."

"Yes, Mr. Song. I'm going to arrange it now. In addition, is there anything Mr. Song needs to buy? I'll have it done for you tomorrow. " Song muyuan was silent for a moment, until the other party thought that he had hung up and was about to cut off the phone, but suddenly he heard song muyuan's hoarse voice: "rearrange the guest bedroom and make it into a projection room. Buy a set of painting tools in the study

, and don't move anything else."

"OK, Mr. Song, you are responsible for the design and decoration of this period's western style house. Customers like it very much, and many of them want to know who is the designer."

Song muyuan: "well, let's do it first."

"Song always tells us what to say."

Song muyuan: "well." Hang up the phone, he tired of leaning back in the chair, for a long time, just start the car to leave.