C292 I'm not the demon

This was the first time she had seen Mo Xiaoxiao, and as for this beautiful woman, She Sai Hua had a good understanding of her name. She had interacted with her before, and even if it was not for the influence of the Xiao family and the kingdom that Xiao MengHan had founded, she knew that this man had a charisma that could captivate one's soul.

It was Xiao Menghan who had forcefully taken her Xiao Xiao away from him. Although Xiao Xiao had also jumped into Xiao Menghan's embrace, She Sai Hua still felt that it was unforgivable for Xiao Menghan to do those things to her time and time again. Maybe Xiao Menghan was the unparalleled lover of the woman on the bed, but in her eyes, she was a demon.

Hearing Mo Xiaoran call his name, the longing and love in her eyes deeply shocked She Sai Hua's heart. Exactly how much a woman loves a man to make such a sound in her sleep, such that it could make a cuckoo cry in blood, is it really so?!

She Sai Hua hesitated on whether or not she should go back to her bed and continue to pretend to be asleep. Seeing Mo Xiaoran's unceasingly flowing tears, she felt depressed in her heart, but she could not think of a reason.

Lifting her buttocks, She Sai Hua did not even have the time to stand up before her eyes met with a pair of eyes filled with grief.

Mo Xiaoran's blurry vision could not clearly see the figure in front of him, and subconsciously opened his mouth, "Meng Han? "Meng Han!"

"I'm not that demon." As soon as she said those words, she remembered that she had slipped up.

She covered her mouth with her hands and prayed in her heart. Mo Xiaoran, who had just woken up, did not hear these two words.

As if he hadn't heard what She Saihua said, he was still immersed in his own dream. Her long hair was spread out, half covering her beautiful face, and the gentle light fell upon her shiny black hair. Circular halos swirled about, filled with sadness and suffused the air around her.

In that moment, looking at this scene, She Saihua's heart moved. If he was a man, he would definitely fall for Mo Xiaoran as well!

She Saihua awkwardly stood there and scratched her head with her right hand. For the first time, she didn't know how to break the awkward situation, the sadness in Mo Xiaoran's heart was so strong, it burned She Saihua's sharp tongue. She coughed, and raised her hand, saying in a helpless manner, "I'm going to the washroom, do you want to go?"

"I'll wait." Mo Xiaoran's voice was still a little hoarse. She couldn't bring herself to raise her head and face anyone at this time, so she tried her best to absorb the oxygen in the air, telling herself that what she had just heard was a dream and not real, that Xiao Menghan would not let anything happen to her. She didn't kill him, and that Mu Chongya would not use her to frame and suppress Xiao Family.

Was it really like this? A demon that was one foot high and one foot high? Mo Xiaoran didn't understand how powerful this was. She closed her eyes and reached out to wipe away that feeble tear, then stood up in the next second. She rolled up her long hair and tied it behind her with a simple rubber band.

But Mo Xiaoran knew that her restaurant always depended on Tian Youting. If one day Tian Youting forgot to bring food to him, it was unknown if there would still be someone who would remember his existence.

After She Saihua was done washing his face and rinsing his mouth, he took a look at the spirited Mo Xiaoran. She extended her hand and introduced him: "Hello, my name is She Saihua, I obtained this name myself, it's impressive enough. I originally wanted to do the same as the Yang family general's She Sai Hua, but later on, I was afraid that I would be killed by her jumping up from the ground and giving me a walking stick.

"Mo Xiaoran, welcome to this, uh, private room." Mo Xiaoran shrugged her shoulders and reached out her hand. When she held it, she realized that She Saihua's hand was cold, and Mo Xiaoran could guess that the bloody sanitary towel in the washroom and the visit of the woman every month was something that people could not reject.

She was surprised that Mo Xiaoran, who was like a goddess, could also do such a casual action. When She Saihua was thirsty, he was hungry, so she had already finished digesting the morning buns. She Saihua's stomach responded to her voice with a few gurgling sounds. Embarrassed, he covered his own stomach, then smiled at Mo Xiaoran: "I'm a little hungry. Um, do you have any?" Looking at Mo Xiaoran's expression, which was calm to the point of doubt and then filled with sudden enlightenment, She Saihua laughed out loud. "Yes, about that, do you have any treasures?"

"Collected?"

"Yeah, it's food. The prisoners don't have anything they're afraid of eating when I watch TV. They hide things to eat when it's night or when they're hungry."

"No, I don't." Mo Xiaoran didn't know whether to laugh or cry as he shook his head. This wasn't his home, nor was this his dorm.

She Saihua didn't believe it, she looked left and right at Mo Xiaoran. If she wasn't going to let him eat alone, she, a newcomer, wouldn't be able to do anything, and furthermore, she hadn't come here for food, but for Mo Xiaoran's son. Sitting on his own bed, She Saihua began to nag at Mo Xiaoran about how he had come in, how he had been forced to bow by that police overlord, and how he had even lied to Mo Xiaoran that he was a brat.

In the end, She Saihua shouted explosively: "Fuck, when did he see me going up and down with such an obvious curve?"

Mo Xiaoran blinked his eyes. The unease and panic he felt in his dreams earlier had been diluted quite a bit by his words, was talking about the police officer who was Tian Youting, and Mo Xiaoran had also understood his character these past few days. There must have been some kind of misunderstanding.

Women were always especially sensitive to their chests, hoping that it would be bigger, but at the same time, they also wanted others to pay attention to their proud curves, as long as they could grow up.

She Saihua had always been pretending to be a variety of old people and men, rarely wearing feminine attire, and always spoke with the attitude of a mischievous brat.

Even when Mo Xiaoran stood opposite of him right now, he still felt a little dazed. The person he was facing wasn't a little girl, but a boy.

When She Saihua turned around and asked Mo Xiaoran how he came in, Mo Xiaoran hesitated. She was worried that She Saihua did not come at his orders, but rather, was sent here by Mu Chongya.

"It's just an old case. I'm waiting for a hearing."

"Are you very calm?"

"Un, if I haven't done it, then I haven't. A straight body is not afraid of slanting shadows. "

Two pairs of eyes met, Mo Xiaoran looked at She Saihua, quietly observing the panic in his eyes. Mo Xiaoran smiled at her, why did Mu Chongya send such a girl to probe him? Did he think that he had information that could be of value to him?