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She was wrong.

She slowly turned around and walked away. Her eyes were filled with bamboo. It was so light and beautiful that it made her feel like she was in a dream. However, she knew that this place did not belong to her.

This was a mortal dream, but sometimes, dreams can hurt people.

It was just like the night a few years ago when she walked into a dream and ended up with a nightmare. From then on, the worst thing she feared the most was a dream.

He did not give chase, nor did Mo Xiaozhu turn back. Although it was just a joke, it showed his sincerity towards Yuan Run Qing.

However, she really did like not being able to have Yuan Run Green, and even that hatred did not fade in the slightest.

After leaving the bamboo house, the warm sunlight shone on his body. He took a taxi to Hua Xiang and only wanted to throw that dream of his as far away as possible. As expected, he didn't even hesitate, really.

The moment he let go of her hand, the moment his breath left her mind, she returned to reality.

As long as she was strong, as long as everything went well, she would be at ease.

Mo Xiaozhu was busy shuttling back and forth in Yu Hua Xiang. Her work could really counteract some of her yearning. Otherwise, she would have gone crazy from yearning for him.

Only the strong and Weiwei would make her lose her mind. She finally understood what Mu Shaoli meant when she cried. She was a very feminine person, right?

It was because at that time, she was no longer strong, but weak. That was the reason why he had bullied her and taken away her strength.

But facing Mu Shaoli, she didn't have the power to back it up. She really didn't.

He really wanted to give Mu Shaoli a call.

He really wanted to hear the powerful voice again.

However, she endured it.

This was because she knew that as long as she didn't say anything about what had happened that night, Mu Shaoli wouldn't let the situation get out of hand.

But, she really couldn't say it.

Mo Xiaozhu didn't even return home. In any case, there was a room in the hotel, she worked during the day and worked overtime at night, so if she was really tired, she would find a room to sleep in for the night. She didn't dare to go home, she really didn't dare.

"Manager Mo, do you want to work overtime tonight?"

She nodded weakly. If it wasn't for the makeup on her face, she would have felt like a ghost in her real self. She was extremely ugly. "Yes."

"Manager Mo, where's your son?"

"Oh, I went to play with a friend. I'll be back in a few days." She didn't even blink as she lied. She really wished that everything she said was true and that Qiang Qiang would be back in a few days. However, she knew that as long as she didn't call Mu Shaoli, that guy wouldn't let her go.

"No wonder you have to work overtime. Manager Mo, why hasn't Young Master Mu come to the hotel for the past few days?"

Her body trembled when she realized that even if someone mentioned Mu Shaoli now, her heart would tremble. She bit her lips and softly said, "He's busy." With that, he left as if he was flying and didn't want to talk to anyone anymore.

Sometimes, even a simple sentence would reveal his thoughts.

It had indeed been a few days since Mu Shaoli had come to visit Hua Xiang, but he still reserved the presidential suite on the top floor.

The date of expiration has not arrived.

Just as he was flying away, the small walkie-talkie at his waist rang, "Manager Mo, there's a guest at the presidential suite on the top floor who wants to meet the customer service manager of Hua Xiang."

"Yes …" "It's Mu …" Her voice was trembling, and there was even a hint of excitement in it. Could it be that Mu Shaoli was about to give Qiang Qiang back to her?

"No, it's the presidential suite next door to Mr. Mu. I just moved in today."

Mo Xiaozhu's hope was immediately dashed. It seemed like Mu Shaoli wanted to know where she went that night.

Go on, this is her job. Maybe the customer really does have some questions.

They took the elevator to the top floor. Hua Xiang had a total of five presidential suites, all of them extremely luxurious. Guests who could live in such rooms were either respectable or not the least bit sloppy.

Arriving, just as he raised his hand to knock on the door, the waiter in front of the presidential suite said: "Manager Mo, the customer said, you can come in immediately."

Who was it that wanted to see her so much that they allowed her to enter without being informed?

Filled with doubts, Mo Xiaozhu slowly opened the door. She was afraid of seeing what she shouldn't have seen.

When the door opened, his heart was in the air and he could not relax.

Her gaze swept across the half-lit room. A man stood with his back facing her in front of the window. There was a familiar feeling coming from his back. She whispered, "Good evening, mister."

"Mummy, good evening." Immediately, her legs were hugged, and her two small hands were wrapped around her legs.

It was a powerful voice.

It really was a powerful voice.

Biting her lips, it was extremely painful. She really wasn't dreaming.

Mo Xiaozhu didn't have time to see who the man standing in front of the window was. She held him tightly in her arms, pressed her face against his cheeks and kissed him again. "Qiang Qiang, is it really you?"

"That's right. Uncle said that you came back from a business trip today, so he brought me here to see you."

Uncle, these two words reminded Mo Xiaozhu of the back view he saw when he came in. When he lifted his head to look at the window, he had already turned around and smiled at her, "Good evening."

"You …" She didn't know how he did it, but he brought the real thing to her.

"Manager Mo, it's too late. This presidential suite has been decided. Why don't you stay for the night? Don't let your child get tired." He walked toward her, smiling, ignoring the surprise in her eyes.

Mo Xiaozhu didn't know how to respond to a strong opponent.

"Don't just stand there like an idiot, give Qiang Qiang a bath. He misses you. He talks about you nonstop in the car."

She really wanted to ask him how he did it, but as long as he was strong enough, she didn't want him to know that there was a storm brewing in the world. "Thank you. I carried him." After saying that, she hugged the powerful man as she passed by Shui Junyu. The pleasant surprise in her heart was still present. At this moment, she was truly happy.

"Go." He spoke softly, and no longer made a sound.

Mo Xiaozhu thought he had left. When he was being forcefully bathed, he could not help but touch the bathroom. This presidential suite was too luxurious. Even the little guy had never seen such an exquisite washroom. "Mommy, are we really going to stay here tonight?"

"Yes." She had worked for Hua Xiang for a few days without paying for anything. Moreover, she wanted to hug her son tightly and never take a taxi back home again after seeing her son like this. Her nerves, which had been tense for the past few days, suddenly relaxed at this moment.

After washing up, the little guy sweetly climbed onto the huge bed in the room. "Mommy, this bed is so big. It seems to be even bigger than our bedroom."

"Hur hur." She smiled. "Sleep, Mommy will sleep with you."

"Yes, I'm asleep." She wrapped her arms around her neck and obediently closed her eyes.

She smiled gently. She only wanted to laugh when she saw her son. She was really happy. Her strength had returned to her side.

"Feng'er Qingqing, Yue'er Mingming, the leaves covering the windows …" She sang the lullaby that she was used to singing in a low voice. She had sung it for Weiwei the other day. If her daughter was by her side now, she would be happier.

Qiang Qiang fell asleep very quickly, but Mo Xiaozhu couldn't bear to blink. She just stared at him, as if he would disappear if she closed her eyes.

Suddenly, a magnetic male voice was heard, "Xiaoxiao, how are you going to thank me?"

"You … "You didn't leave?" Mo Xiaozhu turned his head, thinking that Shuijun had left long ago. Unexpectedly, he was still in her room, sitting on the bar in the corner of the room with a glass in his hand. The clear glass was filled with amber liquid, it was XO, he was drinking.

"Yes, I've always been there."

Mo Xiaozhu looked down at her half-open collar before taking a bath. Because of her habit, she didn't even wear underwear, she just put on the pajamas prepared in the hotel and then forcefully came out. God, she was even thinking what if she changed clothes after entering the room?

Hadn't Shui Junyu already seen everything?

This man was too bizarre.

"You, how do you want me to thank you?" She stuttered, flustered by his warm, burning gaze.

It was as if he had been looking at her that night, frivolous, provocative, and something that made her heart beat inexplicably, but she had never been able to make sense of what it was.

He crooked his finger and looked at her: "Come here."

She panicked even more, thinking that she could be immune to him. But now, all she could hear was her own heartbeat.

Could it be that he wanted to … He wanted to …

She didn't dare think about it.

"Come here." He took a sip of the wine, and the faint taste of the wine filled the air, intoxicating him. "Come here."

His voice was soft and gentle, as if he was enticing her into getting off the bed. Then, he slowly walked towards her in his pajamas, and inside the pajamas, there wasn't even a pair of panties.

Only because she didn't know he was still in her room.

She stopped right in front of him. Her heartbeat quickened as she gritted her teeth and made up her mind. She whispered, "I'm strong."

"Haha …" He smiled, as charming as ever.

Mo Xiaozhu really couldn't guess what he was going to do, "You..." What do you want? " She owed him now, but before, he owed her.

But now she could say nothing.

He raised the goblet in his hand and whispered, "Xiaoxiao, drink it."

He also called her Xiaoxiao, just like Mu Shaoli.

"Alright." She reached out to take the goblet, and when she tilted it back, she could even feel the warmth of his thin lips on the rim of the goblet.

After drinking it all in one gulp, she turned the glass upside down, indicating that she had finished all the wine. As a drop dripped down her lips, she subconsciously licked it with the tip of her tongue. The man immediately smiled, "Xiaoxiao, has anyone ever said that you're very interested in licking your lips?"