The next morning.

A few rays of sunlight streamed in from the floor-to-ceiling windows and fell on the soft black quilt.

Song Ci's fair skin and dark face create a distinct impact.

Huo Muchen's biological clock was extremely on time. One second past five-thirty, he opened his eyes suddenly, his sharp and cold eyes swept across the dazzling sunlight, and the darkness in his eyes almost swallowed up the sunlight outside the window.

During the ten seconds of silence, Song Ci slowly opened his eyes and said in a low voice, "Are you about to set off?"

"I have to go to Huo's house first to pay my respects to grandpa." Huo Muchen explained.

Song Ci was not ignorant. The remaining sleepiness in his eyes gradually faded away, revealing a pair of clear pupils. He hugged his neck and asked: "Did you help me get the chessboard and Runyu chess pieces I got back from Zhao's house last time?"

return?"

"In the living room." Huo Muchen pinched her waist: "My Xiaoci is really sensible."

"I've always been sensible, okay!

The outside world is spreading rumors about me, and they even posted photos of you and me before. Every time I go on a hot search, the post will follow the last one, as if some people are deliberately reminding everyone that I will be kicked out of the Huo family.

"Song Ci said intentionally or unintentionally.

Hearing what she had pointed out, Huo Muchen slowly raised his strong elbows and leaned against the head of the bed. He slightly raised his jawline in a graceful arc, and raised the corners of his lips into a smile that was not a smile, and said: "

No, no chance!"

The man lowered his eyes slightly, slowly pulled away the gauze on his right hand with his left hand, revealing a shallow scar, and then his eyes deepened: "Get up, be good, okay?"

The air was silent for a few seconds.

Song Ci also got up and pointed to the gauze that had been tied around his arm for a week: "Take it off for me too. It's a bit too uncomfortable to wrap it around your arm for a week. I won't take it with me when I go back to the Huo family's old house today.

"

"Well, no water allowed."

The man turned around, the quilt was lowered to his waist, and the muscles full of men's hormones were pressed against Song Ci's arms, which made him look fascinated.

Huo Muchen's slender fingers opened the gauze, revealing the tender and tender flesh that had grown back on his arm.

The next second... the man placed a hot kiss on the wound, and his eyebrows deepened: "I'm sorry, it hurts you."

Song Ci ran her fingers through the ends of his black hair and said with a slight smile: "I'm happy, let's go now! I need to dress up, and it will take another hour to drive, so I don't have time."

Huo Muchen slowly raised his head, his eyes glowing green, like a wolf staring at its prey: "Go get dressed, I'll take a shower first."

If I stay in bed with Song Ci again, I'm afraid I'll be late.

He didn't care about the Huo family's gaze, but he couldn't let Song Ci be manipulated when he first returned to the Huo family, at least... not yet.

He needed a cold shower to calm down.

With that said, Huo Muchen got out of bed, and Song Ci couldn't help but smile when he saw the man's hurried back.

After pausing for a few seconds, Song Ci also went to the closet and started picking out the Huo family's clothes.

Grandpa Huo pays more attention to tradition and is a ruthless character at heart. He hopes that the big family will be harmonious.

And although Grandpa Huo was cruel to her, beating her until she was half alive many times, he was really good for her and would patiently teach her every principle of life, but she used to be a bastard and couldn't listen to any of it!

She suddenly looked dazed for a moment!

Before she died tragically in her previous life, Grandpa Huo was dead, but she didn't see him for the last time!

In this life, he must fulfill his filial piety!

Thinking of this, Song Ci was able to pick out two sets of orthodox clothes from the wardrobe. She put on a flowing purple cheongsam. The cheongsam was made of Hunan embroidery. The silk was soft and compliant on the skin, outlining her graceful figure. The sleeves and neckline of the cheongsam were outlined with petals.

He also put on the ancestral jade bracelet given by Jing Lianxi.

The childish look in the twenty-year-old Song Ci's eyebrows gradually faded away, revealing a bright and beautiful look.

Every move of her hand and every move is a combination of charm and purity, revealing a feminine charm.

Song Ci's cheeks gained some flesh again, and the original baby fat was gradually fed back by Huo Muchen.

She sat in front of the mirror and simply put on light makeup, neither too heavy nor too bland. Every detail paid attention to Grandpa Huo's birthday party.

She stood up and turned around, just in time to meet the man's dark and profound eyes.

Huo Muchen had a white bath towel wrapped around his lower body. When he saw Song Ci standing in the sun, his purple cheongsam exuding a light luster and being extremely beautiful, his eyes were half-squinted with a dangerous aura.

"Do I look good?"

she asked.

The man strode over and hugged her tightly, burying himself deeply in the crook of her neck. His voice was hoarse: "Well, go downstairs and wait for me."

Huo Muchen rubbed her Bai Jie earlobe, then gently pushed her shoulder and asked Song Ci to go downstairs.

"I'm going to tie your tie here before going out." Song Ci said stubbornly.

"Be good, I'll get dressed and go upstairs to find you to help me tie my tie. If you stay here any longer, I won't be able to bear it." Huo Muchen's voice deepened again.

Hearing this, Song Ci quickly ran downstairs in small steps. After a brief breakfast, he looked at Huo Muchen, who was wearing a black suit from the second floor and carrying a tie in his hand and handed it to Song Ci.

Song Ci took over naturally, and the two of them acted so familiarly that they seemed to have lived together for many years.

…

The low-key and restrained Maybach drives on the road.

The cramped carriage was quiet and peaceful.

Until a majestic and simple Chinese-style villa came into view, and the solemn and solemn door stopped in front of Song Ci, she couldn't help but gasp.

Song Ci saw the dark crowd of heads at the door with stern expressions. It seemed that they had been waiting for a long time!

"Get off the car."

Huo Muchen got out of the car first, and Song Ci walked side by side to him. The two walked arm in arm towards the door of the Huo family's house.

When everyone in the Huo family saw Song Ci approaching slowly, they were all amazed by the purple glow.

When Song Ci arrived at the door, she saw Huo Xishen and Jing Lianxi first. She nodded politely: "Dad, mom."

Huo Muchen followed and nodded slightly, as if they had met each other.

Everyone knows that Huo Muchen's temper, arrogance, and domineering nature of the Huo family, that is, he slowly calmed down after being sent abroad for training. Otherwise, with so many heirs in the Huo family, Huo Muchen would be called "Huo Shao" in Huacheng.

'!

In addition, what Huo Muchen did made them all frightened!

The blood of a person who can attack his own family must be cold!

When Jing Lianxi heard this, she would never make it difficult for her cute daughter-in-law. She stretched out her hand and touched Song Ci's hand, letting everyone see that the jade bracelet that Grandma Huo had left was now on Song Ci's hand.

It seems that the third wife approves of this daughter-in-law!

"As long as you are here, hurry up and enter the house." Jing Lianxi smiled.

As soon as Song Ci took a step up the stairs, he heard Xu Li's strange taunting: "Third brothers and sisters, your daughter-in-law doesn't even know how to say hello to her elders when she meets them! After all, she is entering through the gate of our Huo family!"

"Second Aunt, I think you made a mistake!"

Song Ci doesn’t have the habit of being insulted immediately after he comes up!
Chapter completed!