If anyone wants to say who loves Song Ci the most, it must be Huo Muchen!

Huo Muchen took another look at Song Ci, who was still resting on the kingsize cushion, pinched the bridge of his nose, sighed helplessly, stood up and stuffed the snacks on the overhead cabinet, then poured another glass of warm water and brought it to the room. Inside, he finally saw Song Ci with watery eyes, curled up into a ball holding the quilt, staring straight at him, which made Huo Muchen's heart melt!

"Did I wake you up by calling?"

Huo Muchen walked over, stretched out his long arm and touched the wall lamp.

The room lit up with a faint halo, exuding a charming atmosphere.

When Song Ci saw him sitting on the edge of the bed, her moist eyes became even more watery, and she moved until she was in Huo Muchen's arms, letting Huo Muchen support her back with one hand and the bend of her knees with the other.

"Why, are you so clingy?"

Song Ci was even a little too clingy, but Huo Muchen didn't dislike him at all. Instead, he vaguely enjoyed Song Ci's unlimited dependence.

"Can't I stick to you?"

Song Ci pursed his lips in dissatisfaction and hummed.

After experiencing stomachache and Huo Muchen's lack of care for a few hours, Song Ci understood one thing: "Now that she is separated from Huo Muchen, she is completely equivalent to a useless person!

And... Yan Baichuan just watched her eat a box of sweet cones, so ice-cold, and he didn't mean to stop her. He clearly had no good intentions!

Her husband is the best!"

Huo Muchen saw Song Ci's slightly twitching face and touched her cheek. Her expression remained calm and she thought to herself: "She is really a child."

He lowered his head and kissed her forehead: "Does your stomach still hurt?"

"It hurts, it hurts."

The little girl became particularly squeamish when she was injured, especially towards Huo Muchen.

Make heaven and earth work for Huo Muchen!

Huo Muchen smiled indifferently, as long as the little girl was happy.

"If it hurts again, I'll take you to the hospital." Huo Muchen said.

After Song Ci took the medicine, his stomach pain was relieved a lot. It didn't hurt too much, but he didn't have any strength. It was like being fished out of water. His dark eyes were fixed on Huo Muchen, as if he wanted to pull Huo Muchen away. Shen breathed into his eyes: "It doesn't hurt anymore, I won't go to the hospital.

If you hug me, it won’t hurt anymore.”

A poor excuse, no matter how you listen to it, it sounds like you are being coquettish.

Song Ci's face looked hazy under the warm light, and its beauty was a bit unreal, as if it was coated with a layer of velvet light.

Huo Muchen just looked at her intently, and hugged her tightly under the quilt. She was like a helpless little kitten, waiting for her master to comb her messy hair.

Sometimes, Huo Muchen feels like he is raising a daughter, as if he is raising a child that will not grow up!

"Xiao Ci," he paused, carefully considered his words, and then slowly spoke: "A few months ago, it was really because I wanted to marry you, because I was worried that if I let you go again, you would really marry someone else. , I can’t bear it.”

"..."

Song Ci stiffened. She never expected Huo Muchen to explain to her!

Huo Muchen was sitting here, with an inaccessible cold air exuding all over his body. He stared at her with a pair of eyes, and opened his thin lips slightly: "You didn't go abroad to study, nor did you recommend it. The presidents of the University of Washington in the state have united and asked you to go abroad to attend the school ceremony, which is just to get married."

Compared with Huo Muchen's fair and just way of snatching back his fiancée, Yan Baichuan's despicable excuses seemed unworthy of publicity!

"Of course the person you marry is Yan Baichuan!

If I didn't stop you, you would be someone else's wife now, huh?"

Huo Muchen's black eyes moved, and his tone was cold.

When Song Ci heard the complete truth, his pupils shrank with disbelief, his beautiful eyebrows darkened, his pink lips slightly opened, and then he let out a sharp snort: "Why!

I am your Huo Muchen’s wife, no one’s wife!

Yan Baichuan wants to marry me in the next life!"

After saying that, she felt something was wrong again, frowned again, shook her head, grabbed Huo Muchen's tie, and brought their faces close to each other. Huo Muchen could even see the uncontrollable expression on Song Ci's face.

Trembling with anger, she gritted her teeth and said, "No!

Even in his next life, he won’t be able to marry me!

I have always been the one for Mr. Huo!"

Huo Muchen looked at her like a kitten with fried fur, stretched out her sharp claws, and scratched him painlessly. He couldn't help but want to laugh: "Haha..."

"why are you laughing?"

Seeing Huo Muchen laughing for no reason, Song Ci became even more puzzled and nervous: "Don't you believe me? I can prove it to you, I really only love you."

"How are you going to prove it?"

Huo Muchen raised his eyebrows.

Song Ci was suddenly stopped by Huo Muchen's question. He frowned and suddenly put his cool lips to the man's thin but hot lips.

Time stands still for an instant!

Song Ci knew that it was useless to say anything at this time, so he could only hug her tightly and listen to the strong heartbeat in his chest.

Huo Muchen was kissed so much that an electric current ran through her body, and the depression in her dark eyes was gradually dissipated. He pulled out the arm holding her knees with his backhand, and then dragged her face, making her raise her beautiful swan neck.

, to better welcome his kiss.

Huo Muchen's kiss was fierce and fierce.

It entangled every inch of Song Ci's breath.

I don't know how long they kissed, but Huo Muchen's tense face gradually relaxed. The collar of his shirt was slightly open, with a button on it. When he was kissing her, Song Ci pulled the button off when he couldn't breathe.

.

Huo Muchen slowly placed Song Ci into the kingsize soft cushion, then raised an arm to sink into the soft cushion and put it on top of Song Ci.

Song Ci opened his black and white eyes wide and looked at him shyly, making it difficult for the man to control him.

He lowered his head and kissed her again and again.

Song Ci was kissed until his face turned red and he wanted to struggle to hide, but he was trapped within Huo Muchen's sphere of influence and had no way to escape.

She blinked her eyes and said, "Huo Muchen, my stomach still hurts?"

Then she sighed in her heart: "Isn't Huo Muchen's energy too good? She can't stand it at all. It's clear this morning..."

"I know you're in pain, and it's not hard for you." Huo Muchen kissed her and said, "I'll wait for you to fall asleep and go to work!"

Since Song Ci opened the international market for m&r, m&r has entered internationalization and has become extremely busy.

Huo Muchen managed to keep going again and never let go of any opportunity!

When Song Ci heard this, he frowned worriedly, but because he was ill, he didn't have much strength to say what he said. He could only look at the faint dark blue in his eyes and complained: "You have to work continuously again, you have been working for a long time."

No rest!

Huo Muchen, look at yourself. Smoking and staying up late drinking and socializing are all bad for your health. You take advantage of them all!

You don't care about your body at all!

You always tell me to put my body in my heart, but you never put your body in your heart!"
Chapter completed!