The fake daughter relied on metaphysics to become a god, and the whole Beijing community knelt down

After dinner, You Jingying teased Huo Shuyan for a while and then returned to their room.

You Zingying washed up first, and Jiang Qingshan knocked on the door and came in, holding cut fruits in his hand: "Xiaoying, have you just washed up?"

"Well, Mother Jiang, are you still awake?"

"The elders are chatting about business down here. Shuyan has just gone to bed. I'll come over and talk to you."

Put down the fruit and sit down at the low table in the room with You Zingying.

"Is there anything else missing? I'll have someone bring it over." Jiang Qingshan asked with a smile.

"Thank you, Mother Jiang. The clothes you prepared are all of the right size," You Jingying looked at her smiling eyes and knew what she was expecting.

You Jingying's scalp felt numb.

She doesn't object to sleeping in the same bed with the man she likes.

The premise is that the man he is attracted to does not reject himself.

As long as she understood that the other party was not happy, she no longer had any thoughts in that regard, and even became a little repelled.

"Are you still used to the school? If not, just go to day school. It's more comfortable to live in your own house." Her son also has more opportunities.

Otherwise, given the situation the two of them are in, when will they be able to hold a baby?

"The environment is good and the classmates are friendly. It is a good environment for learning."

When You Jingying said this, Jiang Qingshan couldn't help but tell her to go back to the villa.

Chatting with You Zingying about some common topics, the atmosphere became more relaxed.

Then we talked about jewelry, expensive banquets, etc.

These are all topics that can get close to the relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law.

It wasn't until Huo Yanxing opened the door that Jiang Qingshan stood up with a smile: "I'm tired too, you young people should go to bed early!"

The smile on his face almost reached his ears, and he was hiding it from the two of them.

Huo Yanxing and Jiang Qingshan said good night and closed the door. The tall figure stood at the door looking at her.

You Ziying picked up the last piece of fruit and ate it, put the plate aside, stood up and rinsed her mouth without looking at him.

The two shared a room for the first time, and the atmosphere was a bit strange.

You Zingying seemed calm, without any stiffness or embarrassment.

Huo Yanxing took off his watch and suit jacket, put on soft slippers, walked to the bathroom, and met You Jingying who came out, "You can use it."

You Zingying pointed behind him and walked past him towards the only bedroom.

When he opened the door and saw the rearranged room, he knew it was not Huo Yanxing's taste.

The sound of rushing water came from the bathroom outside. You Zingying glanced behind the door. Because it was a suite connected to the small hall, he did not have a separate bathroom in the room.

You Jingying found her phone, lay down on the bed, opened the app and watched idol dramas.

The love between the hero and heroine is always so bloody...

You Jingying's eyelids drooped, her phone fell on the quilt, the bloody idol drama was still playing, but she fell asleep half asleep.

Huo Yanxing wiped his hair and came out, wearing only a bathrobe.

When he saw the person on the bed, his eyes paused slightly.

After a while, she walked over and picked up her mobile phone, which was still playing the TV series. She glanced at the screen and saw the male and female protagonists kissing each other.

It's still raining.

That picture is a bit unbearable to look at.

Huo Yanxing retreated, just in time to see several WeChat messages sent over, all of which had invisible content and needed to be clicked on.

He just glanced at it, pressed the screen-off button, and placed it gently on the bedside table. He pulled the quilt over her hand that was outside, then turned to the table where he was sitting and took out the files and started reading.

At some point, there was a sound of rain outside, and the wind and rain hitting the window came in.

Huo Yanxing then put away his thoughts about work, stood up and closed the window, turned off the desk lamp, walked to the bed, lifted up a corner of the quilt and lay down in it.

The bed sank a little deeper, and the person who was half-bent with his back turned suddenly rolled over to him, his hands and feet lay on him, and he rubbed against him like a big bear.

"You Qingying."

In the dark night, Huo Yanxing's low-pitched voice added a hint of hidden lust.

Very alluring.

However, You Yingying, who was hugging her big pillow, didn't hear it at all.

It's surprising that the defenses are gone like this.

You Jingying dreamed that she was eating spicy and sour chicken feet, gnawing on the bones, it was very fragrant!

From time to time, he raised his hand to wipe the saliva that was so fragrant that it flowed out.

saliva?

You Qingying opened his eyes suddenly.

There is a piece of textured skin in front of you, and you are holding a heat source in your arms.

She seemed to have chewed something just now and was drooling vaguely.

The thing he was holding moved.

You Jingying realized something and felt awkward and stiff.

"woke up."

The cold and textured voice rumbled on her body like thunder.

She sat up suddenly.

What was even more shocking was that she not only hugged Huo Yanxing's arm, chewed it and drooled, but also put her feet across his body, half-sleeping in his arms all night long.

Seeing the man sitting up with an expressionless face and wiping the saliva from his shoulder with the bathrobe that had slid to the side, You Jingying's mind went crazy!

My face is also hot.

She covered her face.

So shameful.

"You really slept in bed..." You Jingying was a little angry.

"I will not wrong myself."

Huo Yanxing got out of bed, tied up the bathrobe that was almost pulled by her, turned around and went out into the bathroom.

Hearing the sound of water in the bathroom, You Jingying covered her face and smashed the quilt: "Isn't this man ashamed? Bah, what is he ashamed of? He has taken all the advantages."

You Jingying lay back depressedly and covered his head.

The sound of water in the bathroom stopped, and the sound of getting dressed was in her ears. She couldn't bear it and sat up, staring at the man standing in front of the cabinet with his shirt sleeves rolled up.

Just as he was about to speak, he was struck by this man's beauty.

Can't curse.

Just say that when you are looking for a man, you should look for a face like this, which avoids a lot of conflicts.

Look, she can't even curse, so how can she start a fight?

Her eyes fell on his left shoulder, and the traces of her chewing could still be vaguely seen through the fabric.

So shameful...

You Jingying covered her face again: "Don't act like a normal person. I'm very frustrated. Mr. Huo really doesn't care which woman he gets close to? Then why didn't he just choose a more obedient woman?"

Lin Meizhen loved him very much.

The kind that doesn't even care about life.

Huo Yanxing put on his suit and glanced at her with a deep look in his eyes.

"If you don't want to be misunderstood by your family, just get up."

Huo Yanxing turned around and went out first.

"!!!"

You Jingying quickly got up to wash up, put on her clothes yesterday and hurried out. When she came to the living room, Huo Zhonghuan and Huo Hexiao had already gone to work.

Huo Yanxing was sitting on the side answering the phone and doing his morning work. Only Jiang Qingshan and Huo Shuyan were sitting at the dining table having breakfast slowly.

Seeing You Zingying come in, Jiang Qingshan smiled with crooked eyebrows: "Did Xiaoying sleep well? Why didn't you sleep a little longer?"

"Ah... I'm a little hungry..." You Zingying glanced at Huo Yanxing over there and sat down at the dining table. The servant immediately served a steaming breakfast.

The smile on Jiang Qingshan's face grew wider: "After working hard all night, it's time to get hungry."

You Qingying: "..."

No, you misunderstood.

They were just sleeping, and she slept surprisingly deeply.

Even in my dreams, I was chewing food, and I even treated your son like a chicken claw.

Seeing Jiang Qingshan's smile, You Qingying felt that it would be better if she remained silent.