C64

The service industry was almost unable to distinguish the sky from the night. They had always prepared to meet the guests who had just left the plane in the middle of the night. Qiu Hong stretched out her hand to stroke her hair and spread out her palm.

Old, truly old. Time was the fairest of all ages. It gave everyone the same amount. No matter if they were rich or poor, they would not side with each other.

When she was young, she felt that money was omnipotent, that it could buy happiness and dignity. Now she felt that money was dirty, that it contained her twenty years of welcome and countless lonely nights when she slept in tears.

The door to the office was pushed open, followed by a pair of large hands hugging her from behind. A man's aura mingled with Qiu Hong's breathing.

"No, I don't want to today."

"I think, don't forget, you have no right to say no." The slightly aged voice was filled with an irreplaceable tone.

Qiu Hong bit the corner of her lips. Her body trembled slightly. With a somewhat sorrowful voice, she said, "Let me pull the curtains?"

The man behind her hesitated for a moment before letting go of Qiu Hong.

The purplish-red curtains completely separated the luxurious office from the outside night. Under the moonlight, the bustling city gradually fell into a deep sleep as it waited for the arrival of dawn the next day.

Although Qiu Hong was already middle-aged, she maintained her body well. Her delicate skin was still elastic, especially when she refused and welcomed him. This was what men in her body loved the most.

Women had to have an enchanting taste, and not be seen through by men. They had to be tired and bored, and they had to have a deep and profound way to do it.

In another direction of the city, a black figure pushed open the glass window of the bedroom and carefully entered the room. In another direction of the city, a black figure pushed open the window of the bedroom.

Covered in the quilt, Mo Xiaoxiao felt like she was about to be submerged.

Her pitch-black eyes and long silver hair that fluttered behind him, a few strands were hanging down from her forehead. There was a sense of unruliness within her coldness.

He did not dare to take another step forward. He remembered everything that had happened, he also remembered her panic, and he also remembered the child in his womb, the child he had shared with her.

Xiao Zhenhai's decision to let Mo Xiaoxiao miscarry was within Xiao Meng Han's expectations. Xiao Meng Han didn't want to let anyone hurt Mo Xiaoxiao and her child. She knelt on one knee on the ground with her fingers frozen in the air.

Even through the blanket, Xiao Meng Han realized that she did not have the courage to experience that little life that was slowly growing up. She was afraid that he would appear in her panicked eyes.

This time, he wanted to take her away. Looking at her haggard and emaciated face, he couldn't bear to see her calm down just now. Because of his decision, she became agitated.

"No, don't touch me, don't, don't." Silently speaking, a sharp knife slashed through her stomach in her dream.

Mo Xiaoxiao's hands were tightly covering her stomach. That was her child, she could not let him hurt her child, she could not.

"Don't, don't hurt the child, don't."

She struggled to wake up from her dream, but no matter what, she couldn't do it. She could only feel the sadness, sobbing and sobbing, and the dream seemed to have stopped at that moment. In the depths of her heart, she really wanted this child.

When Mo Xiaoxiao woke up from her dream and started sobbing fiercely, she realized that the window was open. A few gusts of cool night wind blew in from outside, causing the curtains to flutter.

This was the first time she had been out of this room in these few days. The corridor was lit up and it was very quiet. She stopped her footsteps, walked slowly to the stairs, and then went downstairs.

There was only one light burning below, and the light was dim. She looked at the empty, elegantly decorated living room, and suddenly she wanted to go home. It didn't belong to her.

There was a phone number in the living room. After hesitating for a while, he walked over and sat there. After thinking for a while, she didn't know who else she could call.

After she dialed the number, she realized that it was probably already asleep. Just as she was about to hang up, she was immediately picked up by the other side of the phone.

"Silent Xiao Yan!" Miao Siqing raised his head and looked at the lone villa that stood in the darkness. From the looks of it, he had gained something tonight. Just now, he was planning to climb the wall and enter the room with Jing Xiaoxiao.

"How did you know it was me?"

"Because I only gave you this cell phone number." Miao Shiqing quickly said, "I'm outside the Xiao family's villa. Can you come out for a while?"

Mo Xiaoxiao hesitated for a moment before hanging up immediately. Her heart was beating rapidly, but she still got up, looked for the door to the living room and walked out. She still remembered the strange words that Doctor Miao had said that day. No matter what, she would go see Doctor Miao again, as well as the child in her womb. She didn't want to stay, but she was reluctant to stay.

The wind outside the villa was a bit cold, so the moment she came out, her body was hit by the cold wind. A warm windbreaker carrying a man's body temperature and aura fell on her.

"Shh, let me carry you and hurry up." Miao Siqing's finger made a gesture of silence. He knew that she had a lot of questions.

However, the most important thing right now was to leave. He did not want the fellow he lured away to come back and mess with him.

She looked at Miao Siqing. He was not wearing a woman's outfit today. Instead, he was wearing casual black jeans and a dark brown shirt. His trench coat was also black.

Just as Xiao Meng Han left the room, she was lured away by Miao Shiqing's pet dog. That dog was also very intelligent.

Miao Siqing originally wanted to enter the house and snatch Mo Xiaoxiao away, but he didn't want Mo Xiaoxiao to take the initiative and call him.

Xiao Yuelin, who was sleeping in the villa, woke up. He felt that there was movement outside, so he lifted up his blanket and was about to get off the bed when Yang Ziying's voice came from behind him: "What happened?"

"It's fine, I'm going to the bathroom, go back to sleep." Xiao Yuelin calmly found the gun on the bedside table and walked out.

Yang Ziying didn't sleep at all. She was confused when she saw Xiao Yuelin's actions and immediately sobered up. She knew that Xiao Yuelin had been influenced by Xiao Zhenhai since he was young and was very vigilant towards everything. Could it be that Meng Han had returned?

However, Xiao Meng Han turned around and found that the other side was just a trap. When she turned back, there was no longer any trace of her in the room. When he placed his hand on her bed to test the warmth, the bedroom door was pushed open from the outside with a bang.

A figure was standing at the door with his back facing the light of the corridor. It was Xiao Yuelin, and the gun in his hand was pointed at Xiao Menghan.

Xiao MengHan stood up straight and silently looked at Xiao Yuelin. There was no expression on his face, only his sexy lips pursed even tighter.