Chapter 563

When Xiaoyan rushes downstairs, she finds that they are not together. There is only the figure of yemoxuan in the living room, but no Han Muzi.

Han Mu purple is not, small Yan see night Mo Xuan suddenly changed counsels.

I don't know if it's because of his cold breath, or because he used to be his boss, so Xiaoyan has always been in a state of fear for him.

Now seeing him sitting alone in the living room, Xiaoyan came forward with some fear, "you..."

The night ink Xuan a sharp eye peak sweep to come over, small Yan frighten legs a little to stand not straight, but Think about him now but in pursuit of Mu Zi, and he is mu Zi's good friend, that in the end night ink Xuan is not to see his face?

Think of here, small Yan then light cough a, feel oneself don't so fear night Mo Xuan.

The night Mo Xuan's eyes only stayed on her for a few seconds and then left. He sat there with his legs folded. His handsome side face was cold, and his fierce eyes were particularly attractive.

Small Yan looks at night Mo Xuan, quietly narrowed his eyes, this man is really not the general good-looking.

How did she escape the temptation of this man? Is it because his breath has always been too cold, so he never thought of like this man?

Thinking of the injuries Han Mu Zi suffered in those years, Xiao Yan shivers unconsciously. Fortunately, she didn't like Moxuan at that time, otherwise she would be the same as Han Xueyou?

Xiao Yan thought about it, walked over and asked, "where is mu Zi?"

Night Mo Xuan vision does not move, cold voice way: "kitchen."

Voice just fell, Xiaoyan just good to hear the sound from the kitchen, she quickly from the night in front of the ink Xuan slip away, into the kitchen.

Han Muzi just opened the fire, ready to stir fry when Xiaoyan came in.

She turned her head and saw Xiaoyan close the kitchen door furtively with her backhand. She looked at her with a funny look and said, "you are a thief."

Listen to words, small Yan seem to be frightened ground to turn round to stare at her.

"You are the thief."

"Don't be a thief, why are you so sneaky in your own house?"

"You think I want to be sneaky, but it's not you who bring men home all of a sudden, that's what I do!" Small Yan hands ring chest walked to her in front of Han Mu Zi will be hot pot, a way: "help me open the next smoking machine."

Xiaoyan raised her hand and turned on the smoking machine for her. By the way, she asked, "what's the matter with you? Don't you want to be with him? How can you go out and buy a salt and take people home? "

Han Muzi I don't want to

"But you did it in the end."

Yes, she finally opened the door and let yemoxuan come in.

She bit her lower lip and saw that the bottom of the pot was almost hot, so she poured the cabbage in. The fumes suddenly came up. Xiaoyan quickly hid behind and said, "answer me quickly, why did he appear here, and why did you bring people back?"

Han Muzi is cooking, thinking about whether to tell Xiaoyan what happened downstairs just now. But when she thinks about it, she thinks that if she tells her, she will be afraid to sleep according to Xiaoyan's character.

After all, what happened in the past two days happened together. In the morning, some people died.

If she says she's being followed, then

Think of here, Han Mu purple smile: "just met in the downstairs, he was dead, I brought him back Bai."

Lai Yan narrowed her eyes and came back suspiciously? Why don't I know when you've become so talkative? "

Han Muzi's action on her hand stops. She looks at Xiaoyan in a bad mood.

, "are you free?"

Xiaoyan blinked her eyes. Han Mu Zi pulled her to her and handed the spatula to her hand: "it's up to you."

"Oh." Xiaoyan looked at the spatula in her hand: "I thought you were going to cook for him by hand. Do you want me to do it for a long time?"

"I hope you can talk so much later when you have dinner."

When Han Mu Zi comes out of the kitchen, Xiao Yan suddenly remembers that if ye Mo Xuan wants to stay for dinner, he must be sitting at the same table with them.

Sitting with the cold faced king of hell, I dare not think about it.

After coming out of the kitchen, Han Mu Zi didn't go to see the night ink Xuan sitting in the living room, but went directly upstairs.

She went back to her bedroom. When she opened the wardrobe to wash her pajamas, she suddenly felt that it was not right. After all, yemoxuan was still here.

He is a normal man. If he shows up in front of him in his pajamas, doesn't he want to go back?

But

Is it true that Han Mu Zi's eyes hang down and has been abstinent for five years?

To be forgiven or to be forgiven?

No.Han Mu Zi shakes her head suddenly. What is she thinking about?

Even if he is really abstinent for five years, it's not her who makes him abstinent. It's yemoxuan who has a habit of cleanliness and doesn't want to touch other women

However, other women can't, why can she?

The more you think about it, the more tangled in Han Mu Zi's mind, the more you feel that you are trapped in a dead circle.

Just when Han Muzi was so annoyed that she wanted to reach out and close the cupboard door, one hand blocked her action.

"Good taste."

The low male voice came from my ear, and Han Muzi almost jumped up.

Flustered in, she subconsciously pushes to the side, but is pressed by night Mo Xuan to the cabinet on the other side.

Han Mu Zi stares big eyes, denounces a way loudly: "night Mo Xuan, what do you want to do?"

The fragrance of her body, as well as the softness of her limbs, make the night ink Xuan difficult to control.

I don't know what happened to him tonight. I've seen so many times before, but tonight Because of her words, he was hot for a long time.

Up to now His heart is full of restlessness.

I really want to

The night Mo Xuan raises a hand, fingertip touches on her face, slowly moves down, finally falls between her neck.

Han Muzi is very sensitive. This kind of touch makes her shiver. Even the red lip trembles. Han Muzi's eyes move down slightly and feel the heat from the fingertips of the night Moxuan.

She can see that yemoxuan is very I'm not calm.

"You..." Han Mu Zi wants to talk about him again, but night Mo Xuan suddenly raises her eyes. Deep eyes seem to have suction. She absorbs her soul and then detains her.

"How about a hug?"

Han Muzi

She gritted her teeth, "you follow up is to say this, how can it be, you..."

However her words haven't finished, night Mo Xuan bent down body to embrace to come up, tightly hooped her waist.

Han Mu Zi was in place.

Then she felt a damp heat coming from her neck.