[69 Book Bar - www.] He just held her quietly, buried his face in her hair, and smelled the fragrance of her hair and said: "Huanhuan... I miss you very much..."
Yan Huan wanted to laugh when she heard this: "Xiao Moshu, what if I had died back then?"
Xiao Moshu's body stiffened, but he hugged her tighter.
"Don't tell me that you didn't think about it when you took my blood..." Yan Huan mentioned those things again, but she was so confused that her heart ached and frightened, "Have you ever thought about what the blood means?
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"I know..." He replied in a muffled voice, holding her tightly.
The music in the car was still playing, but they could only hear each other's breathing.
Suddenly a horn blared outside, awakening the two of them. The road ahead became smoother, and Neng slowly started to move. Yan Huan reacted, pushed him away and started driving.
Xiao Moshu was very quiet, sitting quietly next to her, walking north from the ring line. When she was about to reach Ziyu Mansion, she turned to look at him: "Where are you?"
"You live in Guan Shaopeng's house, right?" Xiao Moshu asked without answering.
"Get off the car! I think this is not far from your residence. I'm anxious to go home." She also had to buy some food for Lele to eat.
"Huanhuan, Ziyu Mansion is a property owned by Huanya's real estate company. There are several small apartments here. Can you go and have a look?" Xiao Moshu sat still and turned around and said.
"Hey, does Xiao always want to give me a house?" Yan Huan asked him with a sneer.
"It's not a gift. Those houses are in your name and you are my wife." Xiao Mo Shu said seriously.
"I'm not your wife, I'm An Yanhuan." Yan Huan denied coldly.
Xiao Moshu suddenly took out his handbag and opened it. There were two red notebooks inside. He opened one: "This is our marriage certificate, and this is you, Yan Huan. You can't deny it!"
"..." She didn't want to look at it and tightened her grip on the steering wheel.
"This is your household registration book and ID card. Your spouse's name in all the information columns is Xiao Moshu."
Yan Huan couldn't stand this man, so she turned to glare at him: "Xiao Moshu, what do you want?"
"I just want you to be my wife." Xiao Mo Shuji replied seriously, "Huanhuan, I know you hate me, I make you hate me. You want revenge, I let you take revenge. What do you want?
I will give you everything. I just want you to be my wife..."
Yan Huan was really going crazy! She turned the steering wheel hard, stepped on the steering wheel tightly, and quickly parked the car on the side of the road.
"Xiao Moshu, why do you say such things to me!" She grabbed his collar, "After what you did back then, do you think I can still love you? Let me tell you, I am not your doll. You
If you want to draw my blood, draw my blood. If you want to have sex with me, then have sex with me. If you want me to be your wife, will I be your wife? I tell you, it’s impossible!”
"Huanhuan... Huanhuan..." He held her face and pressed his forehead against hers, "I promise you, I love you... I only love you. I won't let anyone hurt you in the slightest."
..Huanhuan..."
The car stopped under a streetlight, and the light was dim and scattered on his face. She actually had some misconceptions and saw tears in the corners of his eyes.
"Do you think I will believe it? Besides, I don't give a damn." She pushed him away, "Get out of the car, please get out of the car immediately."
Xiao Moshu knew not to push her too hard, so he slowly got out of the car.
Yan Huan saw him get out of the car and drove immediately, not letting herself look at him again. She would not be deceived by him, and she was not a three-year-old girl who could be deceived by him so easily.