Drifting Towards You

Li Xiaoxiao was a little dazed, staring at him blankly.

His eyes followed her pure little face and fell on the pink sling cotton nightdress.

The nightdress is not exposed, it is just a simple pink V-neck with pink lace on the neckline.

Si Mocheng frowned and said, "Get dressed and come to my study."

When the words fell, he turned and left without waiting for her to react.

Li Xiaoxiao stood there in a daze, and when he reacted, a small face collapsed in an instant.

From childhood to adulthood, as long as it is to go to the study, it is absolutely no good thing.

But he just came back, why did she bother him.

He wiped his hair slowly, then looked down at his nightgown, and felt that it was well worn.

She didn't wear it well either.

Muttering like this in her heart, but she didn't have the courage to complain to him. In order to save trouble, she turned around and took out a white hooded jacket from the cabinet, wrapped it, and then put on bunny slippers, slowly rubbing into his study. In front of the door.

"Boom boom boom..." Li Xiaoxiao knocked on the door tremblingly.

"In."

After entering, Li Xiaoxiao saw Si Mocheng sitting at the desk at a glance, stiff and cold, looking through some documents.

She stood obediently not far in front of the table, and from time to time she secretly raised her head and looked at him.

But since she came in, he never meant to speak.

Li Xiaoxiao didn't say anything, initially thinking that he was not finished.

But after a quarter of an hour passed, he discovered that the documents in his hand had been changed several times, but he still didn't want to take care of her.

"Uncle..."

Nonsence!

Li Xiaoxiao felt that she probably couldn't change this title problem.

In the past twenty years, these three words have been almost ingrained in her mind, and one inadvertently will come out of her mouth like a mantra.

Si Mocheng still didn't respond, and obviously didn't intend to talk to her.

Li Xiaoxiao flattened his mouth, wringing his fingers in front of him, making no sound.

After half an hour, Li Xiaoxiao's hair had been air-dried naturally, and her waist and legs were aching.

But obviously, the man in front of him still didn't want to pay attention to her.

"Simocheng...I have a pain in my leg." Li Xiaoxiao said in a low voice, looking at him pitifully, a pair of big eyes that made people feel distressed.

Unfortunately, Simocheng didn't even look up, as if he hadn't heard her words.

Li Xiaoxiao drooped his head down.

So angry...

He was punished to stand as soon as he came back, and the baby felt distressed.

As time passed, Li Xiaoxiao's legs were numb when he was standing, and when he moved, he said in a cold voice, "Stand well."

Li Xiaoxiao let out a sigh of relief, repeatedly shifting the center of gravity to different legs.

It was not until an hour passed that Simocheng finally closed the file in his hand and looked up at her.

"Come here." He said coldly, and Li Xiaoxiao pitifully nudged past, standing in front of him, like a student waiting for the teacher to speak.

"I said I never said to wait for me to come back." Simocheng said coldly.

"I've said..." Li Xiaoxiao then reacted, turning out the old account.

Obviously, I keep in mind that the warmth and affection in the F national outfit is just to trick her back.

Humph.

"What did you do?" Simocheng asked her in a cold voice, staring at her with black eyes.

Li Xiaoxiao swallowed his saliva: "Run away."

"Go and get the birthday present I gave you this year." Simocheng spoke again, his eyes darker.

Li Xiaoxiao had a guilty conscience. She had thrown the model into the trash can at the airport long before she left for Country M. Now let her go where to find it.