Chapter 369

"Little sister-in-law, that's not necessary." He immediately softened, a handsome face smile like an egg cake: "well, well, it's not just a little artist, a woman, why do you have to have a common understanding with them?"

Speaking out, looking at Miao Xiaohui's face is not right, quickly stopped the conversation: "little sister-in-law, don't worry, I can solve the problem by calling."

Miao Xiaohui sat down and watched him finish the call.

After a while, Lou Yulou called her: "Xiaohui, what did you do? Just now my sister called to say that she has returned to work."

"That's good." She spoke briefly and hung up.

When the matter was solved, Miao Xiaohui put the phone into her bag and stood up: "next time, do less childish things."

"Little sister-in-law, can I ask you why you want to help Lou Yuxi out?"

"Well." Miao Xiaohui seriously thought about it and replied, "because I'm in love with her brother now."

Song Xieyang was drinking water, but he was choked when he didn't pay attention. After coughing for a long time, he almost choked himself to death.

"Little sister-in-law, what are you talking about?"

"If you want to know more clearly, ask your Mr. Tang."

That's not death? Even if song Xieyang didn't sleep all night, his brain would not be like this.

He watched Miao Xiaohui walk out of the office: "Hello, sister-in-law, don't you wait for Shaofeng to have lunch together?"

Miao Xiaohui has gone far. He drinks all the water in the cup and puts it on the table.

Miao Xiaohui and Tang Shaofeng's affairs, he had better take care of.

Miao Xiaohui's whole body is soft. She makes a scene of Wulong. It's clear that Tang Shaofeng didn't make it, but she runs to the Tang family to ask questions.

Ask him who he was with last night and what he did?

It's like she cares.

However, she leaned against the elevator car and looked at herself in the opposite mirror.

It's clear that she just cares about it.

Why do people have to be so hypocritical.

Don't love, pretend to love.

Love, try to hide.

She was in a daze in the elevator, the floor forgot to press, the elevator door opened, a tall figure came in and leaned against her.

It was Tang Shaofeng. She looked up at him and said, "why?"

"Mrs. Tang let me suffer a big grievance this morning. Don't you invite me to lunch to comfort me?"

She shrank in: "I have a date with my boyfriend at noon."

He frowned: "you must call him that in front of me?" He approached her, forced her into a corner, and then put his arms around her petite body: "believe it or not, I will really let him disappear, at least in Shucheng."

"I also said that if it wasn't him, it would be someone else."

"That is to say, you haven't fallen in love with him yet?" He breathed heavily in her ear: "I didn't sleep all night, accompany me to the office to sleep for a while."

"I'm sorry, don. My job is not to sleep with you."

Her tone was hard, but it was funny in his ears.

Embracing her waist and bending her tall body, this posture was not comfortable. He gently breathed in her ear: "don't torture me, OK? I can't sleep without you

He tickled me, but I couldn't hide it.

"If you don't want me to carry you out, just follow me."

He may really do it. With her amazing Kung Fu, Tang Shaofeng has taken her hand and pulled her out of the elevator.

Passively, he pulled him away and went back to his office.

Song Xieyang has not gone yet, lying on the sofa, very comfortable.

Suddenly I felt a cloud over my head. When I looked up, Tang Shaofeng's dry eyes appeared above: "roll."

He immediately got up, laughing like a facial paralysis: "well, I'll go back to sleep first, and I promise I won't be late for the next meeting."

Song Xie Yang Fei also seems to escape from the office, but also did not forget to close the door.

Tang Shaofeng sat down and pulled Miao Xiaohui down.

His sofa is so wide that he can lie down for two people.

She was held in Tang Shaofeng's arms and couldn't move at all.

Last night, we had a lot of trouble. Today, we are hugging each other and sleeping together.

She struggled hard: "let me go, it's nice in the office?"

"No one in my office dares to come in." He still circled her tightly, put his chin on her head, smelling the fragrance of her hair.

She was sweating in his arms, despite the low temperature in the office.

She shrank in his arms, some helpless way: "Tang Shaofeng, just now you said I torture you, in fact, you are not only tormenting yourself, but also tormenting me."

He did not answer, it is estimated that early in the morning did not have time to shave, his thick chin moved to her cheek, gently rubbed her cheek.

"Is it that hard to let go?" Mingming Yue Yuzi has come back: "I don't need your sympathy and comfort, I'm very strong, you don't know."

"I just don't want to let go." He hugged her more tightly: "I don't want to let go. My heart tells me that I don't want to let go. What do you want me to do?"

He whispered almost like a rogue. Miao Xiaohui raised her head in his arms and looked at him helplessly.

He also stares at her, presses his head down and kisses her on the lip.

She didn't resist. Maybe she couldn't resist at all.

Can only accept his lingering and long kiss.

She was almost suffocated by his kiss and couldn't breathe.

And his breathing beat her ears, like waves, rolling her up and down again.

The fortification and barrier he set for himself these days was easily pushed down by him.

After kissing, he was about to suffocate, and he couldn't make the next move, so he had to stop.

Then they hugged her and they were huddled on a sofa.

He fell asleep.

I didn't sleep all night. I was really sleepy.

She looked at his sleeping face in his arms. Every second, her heart beat more than one minute.

Love is very hurtful.

Come and go, tangled, Miao Xiaohui felt that she would die on it in the future.

There was a blank in her mind, and she fell asleep.

In fact, Tang Shaofeng didn't sleep deeply. The little woman in his arms moved and he woke up.

No matter how big the sofa is, it's the sofa after all. When two people are crowded together, he's too big to be comfortable.

He uses his arm as a pillow for her, leans sideways to give her more room to sleep, and then stares at her like this.

The first time I saw her, I really had an illusion.

She and Yue Yuzi are as like as two peas in a moment.

He fell in love with her at the first sight, but later he asked himself whether it was Miao Xiaohui or Miao Xiaohui who was very similar to Yue Yuzi.

Is there a difference between the two?

There seems to be a difference, and there seems to be no difference.

He is a very persistent person, and Yue Yuzi's love died, no results of love let him regret.

Miao Xiaohui not only looks like Yue Yuzi, but also has the opposite personality.

She is difficult to tame, so it will give people a sense of conquest.

So now it's hard for him to tell whether he loves pure Miao Xiaohui or just Miao Xiaohui like Yue Yuzi.

Looking at the woman in my arms in a daze, I heard no footsteps from the office.

Until Yue Yuzi's weak voice rang out: "Shaofeng."

He raised his head and gave her a quick look. Then he got up from the sofa and covered Miao Xiaohui with his coat: "here you are."

"Well." Yue Yuzi's eyes rested on Miao Xiaohui: "is Miss Miao OK?"

"She's just sleepy." He went to the outside of the office and said, "why did you come all of a sudden?"

"I've made an appointment to see TCM with me today." She sat down in her chair and said, "you didn't answer a lot of phone calls. You waited downstairs for half an hour."

Her face is red. It's sunny today. It seems that she has been in the sun for a long time.

"Why don't you wait in the hall?"

"They all called me Tang Tai, and they didn't know how to explain it. They didn't come in for fear of bringing you trouble." She helped her forehead: "since Miss Miao is here, I'll go by myself."

"Well, let Qingqing accompany you."

Yue Yuzi looked a little disappointed: "I thought you would say that you would accompany me later."

"She's asleep."

"Yes, she's asleep." Yue Yu son low voice way, she hangs Mou to pause for a moment then stand up: "since you are busy, I left."

"Call Qingqing." The man took her to the door.

Suddenly, Yue Yuzi turned around and hugged his waist.

Now, Yue Yuzi is not the only one waiting for Tang Shaofeng's answer.

And her, Miao Xiaohui.

She waited quietly, finally waiting for Tang Shaofeng's faint sentence: "didn't you make an appointment with the doctor at eleven?"

He still didn't answer.

She laughed bitterly in her heart.

Yue Yuzi looked up at him with tears in his eyes: "answer me."

"Yuzi."

"Answer me."

Tang Shaofeng looked at her, two very similar faces, a careless will produce illusion.

He squinted, hoarse voice line seems to be injected with a high concentration of alcohol: "are you sure you want to know?"

"Sure."

"I..."

Miao Xiaohui held her breath and waited for his words, but she was stopped vaguely.

She stood up straight from the sofa and looked back and forth at the door. Yue Yuzi was kissing Tang Shaofeng on tiptoe.

She didn't support herself with her arms and fell back on the sofa.

The sound startled Tang Shaofeng, who gently pulled Yue Yuzi's shoulder to pull her away.

At this time, pretending to sleep was meaningless. She got up from the sofa and stroked her skirt: "wake up, don't disturb me."

Without looking at Tang Shaofeng or Yue Yuzi, he walked by them.

Tang Shaofeng wanted to reach out and hold her, but she quickly trotted past him without any reaction.

She ran into the elevator, pressed the first floor, and curled up in the corner.

Heart is very uncomfortable, see Yue Yuzi kiss Tang Shaofeng, she had a special psychological strange anger.

If Yue Yuzi doesn't kiss him, can she get Tang Shaofeng's most authentic answer today?

Before, she always knew that Tang Shaofeng loved her, so she never paid attention to it.

Now that Yue Yuzi is back, she knows that she is not the only one.

Therefore, she is so eager to know Tang Shaofeng's answer.

But what if I know?

So what?

Lao Huang's car was still waiting for her downstairs. He got into the car, left himself in the back seat and closed his eyes: "back to Miao."

The mood is complex and tangled. I met Miao Zhimiao in the downstairs hall. I almost ran into him and didn't react.

Or Miao Zhimiao pressed her shoulder: "lost, where did this go?"

She looked up and said weakly, "I'll go back to the office first."

"Lunch time, come to lunch with me."

"No." She shook away his hand: "brother, you let me calm down for a few days."

"Calm down and eat." He once again held her by the wrist and did not give her a chance to break free.

She looks up and bumps into Miao Zhimiao's fanatical eyes, startled.