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Slight Chill was completely stupefied.

"I'm classmates with him at the business school!"

"So, he knows that you'll marry me?"

"He doesn't know. Three years ago, we broke off our friendship!"

Slight Chill: "..." "Why?"

"Because of you!" The corner of his mouth hooked up into a smile. He had an appearance that was half real and half fake again, making others unable to understand what he was saying.

Having nothing to do with her, he got out of bed after feeling a little cold. He laid on her bed without moving and asked, "Are you not going to leave?"

"Do you have a conscience to destroy the bridge after crossing the river?" He frowned in displeasure.

"I mean, shouldn't you be busy?"

He closed his eyes and no longer paid any attention to her. He finally understood that she was just an unfamiliar wolf cub!

She never thought that he and Xiao Mo would have this kind of relationship. Her father had once given a share of the Xia family to Xia Zhiyu, and without the right person to manage it, Fu's would eventually fall into Xia Zhiyu's hands. Then, all the capital injection and her marriage would become meaningless.

Xiao Mo, Xiao Yun's little brother.

"I'm so annoyed. Tell me, why do I need him back?"

He didn't reply to her.

"Say something."

"?"

Slight Chill went over and discovered that he had fallen asleep with his feet still under the bed. How could he sleep in such an uncomfortable position?

Tang Bei said that he had rushed back from B City overnight. She had drank too much last night, so he definitely did not have a good rest after a night of effort. She did not call out to him, but instead squatted in front of his bed and took off his shoes.

She lightly patted his shoulder. "You go sleep on the bed."

He rolled his eyes lazily and climbed onto the bed.

Slight Chill was speechless. He could only raise his head and stuff the pillow into his mouth. One second he was in high spirits, the next he was sleeping like a dead pig?

The temperature in the room was suitable, but it would always be cold when he fell asleep. He only left his bedroom after tucking him in.

"..."

Only after Mi Xia had finished her training and officially entered into work did she know the pressure of a large company. Especially for a rookie intern like her, she had to spin non-stop every day just like a top to catch up to the progress of her work.

After finally putting the photocopied documents into the conference room, he leaned over the desk and took a deep breath.

"Hey, let me tell you, Miss Tong is back."

"Are you for real?"

"How can this be fake? I saw her leave with the Mr. Tang with my own eyes. "

"He must have gone to look for the Mr. Huo."

Mi Xia frowned, "Is Mr. Tang Tang Bei?"

"You are a new person, you don't know that. No matter who you offend, don't offend this Miss Tong."

"Why?"

His colleague lowered her voice: "This Miss Tong was once the secretary of the Mr. Huo. She is beautiful and has a good figure.

"It can't be?" Mi Xia did not believe that Huo Subai was that kind of person.

"What don't? Some colleagues saw it with their own eyes. They saw it in the office! "

"Is it still that kind of relationship?"

"What do you think?"

Mi Xia frowned, wasn't Huo Subai going to get married to Slight Chill, and raise another one outside?

"..."

It was already four in the afternoon when Huo Subai woke up.

Slight Chill was lying on the sofa, reading a book.

He held his head for a moment and looked at her before he got out of bed.

Hearing the commotion, Slight Chill looked over. "You're awake. Do you want some water?"

"Yes." He walked up to her and drank directly from her glass.

"Then my cup."

"I know, I don't mind."

"I hate it!"

"You're almost mine, so what's wrong with drinking your saliva?"

Since he couldn't win the argument, he lowered his head and continued to read.

He sat beside her without a sound, slightly cold as he closed the book. He crossed his legs and lazily sat on the sofa. His black eyes were slightly narrowed as he stared at the lampshade he had just put on in the morning.

"Did you notice that the lampshade I bought was very pretty?"

"Yes." Hollow patterns, uneven hanging butterfly ornaments, like many flying butterflies.

"I've always had good eyes."

"You like butterflies?"

"Yeah."

"I like it too." Huo Subai said, and wrapped her in his arms.

"You like it too? "Why?" I don't believe a man like him likes butterflies.

"Butterflies love each other. They have only one partner in their entire life and they are one of the most loyal representatives of the insect world. I like the way they treat their feelings." He buried his handsome face in the crook of her neck.

Slight Chill didn't think that he would know about this. He was like a sentimental prodigal who could speak romantic words, very good at coaxing women to be happy.

He wanted to ask if he would be loyal to his wife, but he didn't.

Even if she said that he would, she did not believe him. She had such a deep relationship with Xia Zhiyu, but he still betrayed her ?

"Slight Chill ?"

"Hmm?" She was a little dazed. This was the first time he had called her by name, perhaps because he was too close to her.

"I like butterflies, but I like this one the most!"

"What?"

He kissed the back of her neck and bit the butterfly tattoo that covered her dress.

Slight Chill's mind went blank for a moment. The strength in his embrace seemed to have tightened even more. The tip of his warm tongue licked against the skin at the nape of her neck. Her entire body felt weak. She couldn't even muster the strength to resist.

Huo Subai was moved by her feelings, and his lips moved to her neck. His breathing was a little heavy, and he wanted to touch her more ? He knew that he had to take things step by step with Ning Xuemo, so he could only heavily kiss her ear. "Slight cold, very cold ?"

She pressed her body against his chest, and the thump of her heart made him laugh and touch her head soothingly. "I have to go."

"His head was slightly cool against his shoulder, and his mind was in a mess." Go? My dad thought you were going to stay for dinner tonight. "

"When can I kiss you again?" He ran his thumb over her lips. What he wanted to kiss most was here.

Slight Chill said awkwardly, "I'll send you off."

Huo Subai grabbed her, "When?"

She scratched at her hair. "Some other day!"

"You said that we can't even hide." He didn't want to endure it any longer.

He stood up and went downstairs to greet his father.

Chest!" "Cool down.

Huo Subai carried the two big boxes onto the carriage.

Slight Chill walked him to the front of the car, "I have a social meetup tonight."

"Alright."

"I saved up a week's work to accompany you to see my grandparents in two days."

Slight Chill nodded, "Be careful when you drive."

"Yes." He got into the car.

"Wait a moment."

He lowered the window. "What's the matter?"

Slight Chill went over and kissed his face.

Huo Subai curled her lips without leaving a trace, extended her hand and caressed her head, "Remember to think of me."

Slight Chill: "?"

"..."

Huo Subai parked the car, and opened the door for him.

"Take the two boxes in the trunk upstairs."

Huo Subai looked at the pictures in the chest one by one. Most of them were taken by two people together, starting from a very young age.

"Do you think it's okay to throw them away?"

"Little madam, are you going to throw it away?"

"Well, if that person becomes a memory, it doesn't really matter whether I throw them away or not."