Lv Shujun is anxious, throws his hand away, points to him and says: "You...you get me out of the guest room tonight."

After speaking, she waved her hand, snorted coldly, turned around, and went to the restaurant. She wanted to pour a glass of water to lower the fire.

...

Xiang Yiqing went upstairs, the mother and father's bickering downstairs, he just thought it was funny, but ignored it, walked straight to the door of the room and reached out to open the door.

"Brother Xiang."

As soon as he unscrewed the door lock, a familiar name suddenly rang behind him, and his heart trembled slightly.

Then a touch of loss flashed in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth slowly sank.

He turned around and looked at the room diagonally behind him. Zhou Meng, who came as a guest, wore a blue silk pajamas, which should be Ms. Lu Shujun's, but his fair complexion and good-looking face were not affected by the mature style of the shirt.

She held her hands in front of her abdomen and stood at the door of the guest room with a smile on her face.

Xiang Yiqing nodded to her and said gently, "I haven't slept so late."

"Are you all right." Zhou Meng asked concerned.

Xiang Yi shook his head lightly, "Nothing, good night."

Then he nodded to Zhou Meng again, then opened the door, entered the room, and closed the door.

Now anyone talks to him, he has no thoughts.

Except Xiaoxiao.

Zhou Meng saw Xiang Yiqing closing the door without looking back, the smile on her face gradually disappeared, and the corners of her mouth gradually sank.

Brother Xiang, that girl, doesn't look so special.

Xiang Yiqing locked the door behind him, and while walking into the bedroom, he unbuttoned his shirt and unbuttoned one button. He was always particular about his clothes and threw his clothes on the floor.

After taking a simple shower, he took the phone to the bed.

Before going to bed, he flips through the phone. There is always a bunch of information on the phone screen, all from Xiaoxiao. Today, the screen is empty.

She didn't even send him an expression.

It was like a regular habit was broken, making him more and more disturbed.

...

Hearing the urging door bell, Xin Xiaoxiao frowned and complained about this, while thanking how wise she was, that she could withstand the temptation and came back last night.

"Don't press it, I'm so annoyed." At the door, the door bell was harsh, and she roared and stretched out her hand to open the door.

Not surprisingly, the familiar fat figure came into her eyes, and before her sleepy eyes opened, he had already walked past her and entered the house.

When Xin Xiaoxiao closed the door, Xin Hailong turned around and smiled at Xin Xiaoxiao and said, "Xin Xiaoxiao, you should give up now."

Xin Xiaoxiao glanced at the delightful smile on Xin Hailong's face, a little curious, "Early in the morning, what made you seem to have finally killed the enemy who gave you a cuckold."

Look at his happy expression, it can't be so happy to take revenge on his father.

When she spoke, Xin Hailong was half to death by her anger, "You..."

A mouthful of old blood poured into his throat, his old face flushed with anger, and it took a while before he restrained his anger.

Then he snorted coldly, put his hands behind him, lifted his chin slightly, and the corners of his mouth turned up coldly, "I said earlier that that kid is not a good thing, but I didn't expect him to be in such a bad condition. Disgusting others."

Xin Xiaoxiao knew that the "boy" in Xin Hailong's mouth was Xiang Yiqing.

She turned her face directly, "What's wrong with him? Are you talking about him? How bad is his condition? Why do you look down on him? What's wrong with him?"