Song Ci's red lips were slightly open, and she was panting, her breathing irregular.

Her legs were still on Huo Muchen's waist.

OMG!

Is she going to sleep with Huo Muchen?

Although she had sex many times in her previous life, she resisted every time and he forced her. It never happened naturally. But is she finally going to sleep this time?

The thoughts in Song Ci's mind were randomly overlapping with various scenes.

The look on Huo Mu and Shen's face flashed through her mind, the kind that just looking at you in the crowd is enough to make your blood boil.

It's clear that it's cold and lonely outside, but why does it happen again when you close the door and get to bed?

Further down in the picture is the man's sexy Adam's apple, mixed with a slight amount of sweat, rolling directly over his chest...

Eight-pack abs, well-textured mermaid lines, and finally reaching the deeper depths...

She couldn't find the east, west, east, and west at all, and her nose felt hot.

She felt that Huo Muchen could remain calm, but she could no longer control it!

I was lost in my wild thoughts when a hoarse and low breathing sound suddenly fell from the top of my head.

"Mrs. Huo, have you touched enough?" Huo Muchen saw that the woman's black eyelashes were trembling nervously, but her little hands were restless, caressing his Adam's apple from between his eyebrows, and then to his chest muscles...

This girl, does she know what she is doing?

Song Ci let out a laugh at the joke, and suddenly opened his eyes, seeing him grabbing his hand, his face turned red!

What she just said was not conjecture, it was true!

In an instant, countless fireworks bloomed in my mind.

Huo Muchen saw her looking at him shyly and timidly, and felt his lower abdomen tighten, and clusters of flames burned in his black eyes. He pressed his arm, and then covered her clear and moist eyes with his heavy palm.

He picked up Song Ci again, and the two of them leaned against the bedside, letting her little head bury in his chest. His voice was hoarse: "Mrs. Huo, don't look at me like that."

"Your husband has less self-control over you than you think."

"You seem to know me very well."

"At least more than you think."

I have to say that Huo Muchen really knew Song Ci much better than Song Ci thought he did, and he could see through her thoughts with just one look.

Song Ci hummed with his head down, looking extremely arrogant.

The man's handsome eyebrows were cold and cold. It took a long time to calm down, and then he pinched the baby fat on her face. It was bulging and made people love her.

Song Ci snorted dissatisfied. She was actually ready to welcome him, but she didn't know why he suddenly stopped. In fact, she was disappointed and a little lucky. After all, she didn't want to be in Tangzhuang for the first time after her rebirth.

Huo Muchen saw that she was not moving, lying in his arms, small, soft, and just a ball, like a lazy cat.

And he was nearly 1.9 meters tall with long arms and legs. He leaned against the bedside and hugged Song Ci. He saw half of her fair and flushed face showing dissatisfaction.

"Why, you're dissatisfied because I don't give it to you?" He held her neck and saw dissatisfaction written on her eyebrows: "Ah... I'll do it to you tonight."

"I didn't think about it!" Song Ci retorted shyly, a bit like "there is no three hundred taels of silver here".

She really wanted to post a post on her scarf to appeal to the masses and ask, what should she do if she has a husband with an IQ of over 200?

Song Ci felt that every move she made, even her subtle expressions, were under Huo Muchen's control.

"You said no, and you're already drooling. Look." He pointed at the corner of her lips.

Song Ci touched his mouth, but there was no drooling at all, and his hair stood on end.

"No, no, I don't."

She kicked her calves and lightly kicked the man's long legs: "Go down, I don't want to talk to you!"

Huo Muchen saw that her hair would explode after two more flirtations, so he patted her back, comforted her twice, and then got down to business: "Why do you want to tell me all of a sudden?"

"……ah?"

"Song family, I heard it." The man spoke concisely and to the point, no longer joking with Song Ci, and the lust in his eyes gradually receded and was instead covered up by deep coldness.

"I don't want the Song family to kidnap me with family affection and morality in my name, and threaten you again. Besides, I don't want to sit at home as a human being, and the pot will come from the sky!" Song Ci snorted proudly, hiding the deepest feelings in his heart.

Guilty.

Huo Muchen looked at her crystal clear eyes and felt guilty, and raised his lips slantingly: "Tough mouth!"

"No."

"Really not? Did Huaibei tell you about the project that the Song family and I collaborated on, or did you discover it yourself?" Huo Muchen has never had a loss-making project, and he never thought that he would lose money when cooperating with the Song family, but Song Ci

Being able to keenly detect problems with the project, he had to look at his little wife with admiration.

"No one told me that it was my father who told me that he wanted to cooperate with you before we got married. I just guessed it myself." Song Ci lied in a serious manner.

"That's a good guess." Huo Muchen tapped the tip of her nose, "Your father did use Tangcheng to develop a project to cooperate with me, and now we need a lot of investment from the M&R Group."

Hearing this, Song Ci's eyes narrowed and his breathing tightened: "Have you already invested in his project?"

Seeing her biting her lower lip nervously, Huo Muchenzheng guessed: "Not yet."

Song Ci felt as if he was on a roller coaster. His heart suddenly lifted up from his throat and then fell heavily back into his chest. It was beating unsteadily. He patted his chest with lingering fear and exhaled a long breath.

"Why are you afraid that I will invest in the project because you know in advance that the project will have no money?" Huo Mu lowered his head and seemed to be deliberately teasing.

"No, I don't know anything." Song Ci's heart thumped and his eyes flickered.

"Xiao Ci, you are not very good at lying. You already know that the Song family project will suffer losses, but you are afraid that I will lose money on your father's bottomless pit. You are afraid that something will happen to me and you are afraid that I will not believe you, so you want to tell me in this way.

I tell the truth." Huo Muchen saw the nervousness in her eyes and poked her looming dimples with his fingers.

Song Ci frowned and wanted to explain: "I..."

Huo Muchen exposed her thoughts and whispered: "Last time, the Huo family gave you a betrothal gift, and you also stopped me from giving the Song family Huo's shares. You know much more than I thought, and you are more knowledgeable.

There are so many, I don’t even know when my little words were so smart?”

Song Ci was slightly startled and speechless.

Lying to a business negotiator will end badly.

"Song Ci, sometimes I really want to cut open your heart and see what you are thinking?"

Song Ci suddenly became not as easy to understand as he imagined.

He doesn't need her to be sensible and make plans for him, he would rather she do everything by his side.

Song Ci looked at the man very close to him and didn't speak for a while.

"Do you think I can't understand your father's intentions?" Huo Muchen closed the distance between them, his voice cold.

Song Ci stiffened and slowly lowered his eyes.

She had forgotten that Huo Muchen had turned over the clouds in Huacheng, covered the sky with one hand, and had never been defeated under his hands. In his eyes, the Song family's tricks were just tricks, and he just didn't bother to expose them.

Huo Muchen saw Song Ci's long black eyelashes trembling nervously, and chuckled helplessly, a bit like coaxing his daughter: "You don't need to doubt or test, I believe you."

Song Ci's heartstrings were tugged hard, Huo Muchen's words 'I believe in you' echoed in his mind, and he suddenly fell silent.

He had always believed in her, otherwise with Huo Muchen's skill and power, how could he be stabbed in the center by her and become a vegetative state.

Only when people are unguarded towards their loved ones will they let go of all vigilance.

The air was eerily quiet, and just when Song Ci thought the air would remain quiet, two untimely stomach rumblings suddenly broke the silence.

The pain in Song Ci's mind suddenly disappeared, and he pulled the corners of his lips in embarrassment.

"Didn't you eat?"

Song Ci nodded, "I didn't eat. I thought I would take away mother's relics soon, but I didn't expect it would take so long."

"Why didn't you starve to death!" Huo Muchen suddenly turned away from her, stood up, turned his back to her, and clenched his fists.

He had to resist the urge to strangle Song Ci's neck.

After a while, he heard Song Ci carefully grabbing the corner of his clothes: "Huo Muchen, don't be angry."

"You still know I'm angry?"

At that moment, Huo Muchen really wanted to tear her apart and throw her on the bed, and want her fiercely!

I want to rub her directly into my bones.

"I know, I'm afraid you'll be mad at me and I'll become a widow. What should I do? Others say I'm a cheat." Song Ci added a few more sentences.

Huo Muchen endured it again and again, chuckled from his chest, and gritted his teeth: "Song Ci, your skin is tight, isn't it?"

"..."

It seems that some big boss has been pissed off.

Song Ci, the drama star, got on top, smiling, hooking and teasing three times.

After a long while, Huo Muchen saw her looking at him pitifully, rubbed her eyebrows, and sighed softly: "Forget it, forget it, you are still young."

No matter what she said, as long as she was by her side, it would be okay even if she went to heaven.
To be continued...