Then he pushed it and closed the bathroom door for her.
Because of his sudden intrusion, she no longer wanted to dry her clothes. She quickly wrung out the inner and outer clothes so that they stopped dripping, put them on, and walked out of the bathroom.
Unsurprisingly, he hasn't left yet.
The man who had changed his clothes regained his composure and calmness, no longer as agitated as he had been in the rain just now, and stared at him quietly:
"Didn't Teacher Yuan leave just now?"
She replied unhurriedly: "I found that Xiao Subao's children's watch was left here. Come back and look for it."
He didn't ask this again, but changed the topic and his eyes lingered on her: "Finally, I met the teacher Tang'er that Wei Wei talked about."
"Both each other. I just didn't expect that we would be less famous than meeting each other." The woman's tone was a little more mocking.
Huo Shenxiu didn't mind her sarcasm. He just took a few steps towards her and his voice suddenly dropped: "You are not some raw sugar, who are you?"
The momentum of the army's overwhelming force is stronger than four years ago.
Su Mi breathed slightly, but she calmly raised her face and looked directly at the person in front of her: "Mr. Huo may have recognized the wrong person."
"I didn't." His eyes suddenly became sharp, and he simply raised his hand and lifted the chin of the woman in front of him, as if he wanted to see more clearly, and as if he was confirming whether a knife had been used on her face: "Tell me,
Who are you anyway."
"I am Yuan Tang'er, your daughter's tutor. Of course, I will no longer be that soon." She pushed his hand away gently but forcefully, as calm as ever, "I don't know who Mr. Huo thinks of me, and I don't know who he thinks I am.
I know how similar I am to that person, but there are too many similar people in this world. If nothing happens, just leave."
Just as she turned around, two arms rushed out from behind, hugging her tightly and pulling her into his arms:
"Don't go, Mimi, are you lying to me? You lied to me on purpose because you were angry. I'm sorry, I was wrong. Don't be angry..."
Her body bounced violently in his embrace, and then she struggled away and turned around:
"Mr. Huo, respect yourself. I am really not a honey. Your wife knows my identity and background very well, and you can check it out."
The fire in his eyes dimmed slightly, but he still stared at him stubbornly:
"No, you are Su Mi. You are not some raw sugar. You can't cheat anyone but me."
His appearance is a little different, maybe he's had plastic surgery.
A different voice is easier to handle. This little woman is an actress, so changing her tone or even timbre is not difficult. This is her job.
As for identity, it's even more ridiculous. As long as there is a way, any identity can be created.
Su Mi stared at him: "I really don't know how to explain it. In short, I am not your honey. No matter how hard you insist, neither am I."
Huo Shenxiu's eyes cooled down, and he watched the little woman turn around and walk towards the door. He walked over again, picked her up, and walked towards the bed at the end of the guest room.
Su Mi was startled, and before she could react, she was thrown on the bed by him.
Immediately, he leaned down and placed his strong upper limbs on both sides of her ears, preventing her from getting up.
The hot breath hit her. She bent her knees and kicked hard, trying to sneak attack, but he had noticed it early and was on guard. He pressed down and suppressed her move.
He leaned close to her ear again, and his deep voice made people panic:
"It doesn't matter, I have a way to make you admit it."
She knew that he wanted to use this most shameful method to force her to reveal her flaws.
"If you do this nonsense, I will call the police!"
Is he afraid of calling the police?
Even if he was sent to the gallows right now, he wouldn't care.
He just wanted her to admit that she was Su Mi.
It's his honey.
He never believed that she was dead, and now he doesn't believe that she is not Mimi.
There was a stabbing sound.
She heard the sound of the collar of her coat being torn apart.
Suddenly, there was a sound at the door.
There were light steps approaching the bed.
Before Huo Shenxiu could react, he felt something hit his back.
Accompanied by a "clang" sound, there was a stabbing pain on the back, and he turned over and got off the woman. When he touched it, there was blood on his fingertips.
On the ground were broken vases.
Su Mi quickly got up, took a look at the man who was stabbed in the back, and took a breath.
Xiao Subao first looked at Mommy hard to make sure everything was okay, and then said aggressively:
"You big grave egg, you dare to bully me, you don't want to be a Buddha anymore!"
When you are angry, your words become even more unclear.
He stared at the little boy in front of him, his eyes flickered for a moment, and suddenly he lifted the little boy who was no higher than his knees with one hand.
Su Mi's heart almost jumped out of her chest and she hurriedly grabbed him: "Let him down -"
I didn't dare to fight him head-on for fear of throwing the little Subao.
The little Subao was picked up by him, but he still showed no fear in the face of danger. He regarded death as if he were home, showing his domineering attitude:
"Don't be afraid! Su Bao is not afraid! Mamanai doesn't have to be afraid either -"
Before he finished speaking, he shouted in pain again:
"Ah, it hurts so much, numb!!"
When Su Mi saw that Huo Shenxiu had hurt the little Su Bao, she didn't care anymore and hit it hard: "Put down the Su Bao!"
Xiuxian Huo Shen took a few punches from Su Mi, took a good look at the little guy in front of him, and put him on the ground.
Su Mi immediately put on her coat, hugged Little Subao, and quickly left the guest room.
This time, he did not stop the mother and son, but his eyes gradually dimmed, slid down, and landed on a strand of furry hair in his palm.
It is the young and delicate hair of children.
Just pulled it off the kid's head.
He turned his head again, looked at the bathroom, and walked in.
As expected, several strands of women's long hair were entangled in the nozzle of the hair dryer.
It should have been left over when she blow-dried her hair just now.
He took off his long hair, carefully wrapped it with the child's short hair in two tissues, and slipped it into his pocket.
At the same time, there was a dull pain in my back.
He frowned, took off his shirt, looked at his naked back in the mirror, and found that his back was bleeding after the little guy hit him with a vase.
The wound is not deep, but it will hurt for a while.
Little bastard.
The attack was really ruthless.
However, if this Yuan Tang'er is really Mi Mi, then will this child be his...
He put away his surging heart, briefly cleaned the wound, then put on his clothes and walked out of the guest room.
As soon as I walked into the living room, I met Sister Qiu who came in from outside and was closing her umbrella.
"Where are Teacher Yuan and his son?" He raised his eyes.
"Just left." Sister Qiu replied.
He said nothing more and walked straight to the door.
Seeing that he was about to leave, Sister Qiu didn't dare to say anything. She stepped aside and stood upright, watching the male master leave. However, she saw his tall figure walking to the entrance stopped and turned his head:
"Tell my wife not to fire the former teacher."
Sister Qiu was stunned for a moment, then spoke:
"But...but my wife has already said that today is Teacher Yuan's last class..."