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She angrily accused Mosen of her bad behavior and completely forgot that if it wasn't for her novice who had hit Moson by car, then these things would never have happened.

Moson's expression softened, and he stroked her back with one hand.

If Song Xi is sober and sees his gentle appearance, he will doubt whether he recognizes the wrong person.

Or, did Moson take the wrong medicine?

The reason for this is entirely related to what Moson did before.

From when Song Xi led Mo Sen home until he left, Mo Sen always kept his face cold and kept a certain distance from Song Xi.

Many times, Song Xi didn't dare to get close to him.

"Is he really that bad?"

Mosen asked amusedly, and the movement of stroking her back without stopping.

Song Xi lay on Mo Sen's body, forefinger pulling out the clothes on Mo Sen's chest to play.

"Well ... yes ... he's so bad ..."

Suddenly she opened the box again.

"Isn't he just ... uh, a little taller ... um, handsome ... the skin is whiter than me ... the eyes look better than me ... just leave, why should I remember him so ... "

"Really, I'm not chic at all ..."

"You and him seem to ... see ..."

Song Xi said, raising his head leisurely, poking fingers at Mo Sen's face.

The corner of Moson's mouth is raised, is he, can he not look like him, he is the same at all.

He raised his hand, held Song Xi's hand, and guided her hand to his face.

"It's not like it's me."

He wasn't sure about Song Xi's answer before, and he wanted to use her editor's identity to slowly express her mind.

But now that she had spoken so clearly, how could he not understand.

"You?" Song Xi tilted her head in confusion, and those ignorant eyes flickered, and for a long time, she smirked, "You are not him."

She said, pulling back from Morson's hand.

Then he staggered up from Mosen's body, staggered and straightened his body, and walked into the bathroom.

"You are not him, are you not ..."

She was still muttering.

Mosen's eyes narrowed slightly, grabbed her hand, and pressed her against the wall.

Song Xi looked around and smirked, pointing at Mo Sen's face: "You, are you nipping me?"

"Stupid woman ... it's me."

He stared at her face, word by word.

The expression on Song Xi's face was frozen for a while, and he shook his head persistently: "You are not him, are you not?"

Mawson felt a headache. Did this stupid woman get drunk and didn't know him?

"Then you say, why am I not him?"

"Well ... because ... because he can't speak, he's dumb ..."

She smiled with innocence.

Mawson: "..."

At that time, he just didn't want to talk to her, wasn't he dumb.

"And, and ..." Song Xi stepped softly and flew directly into Mo Sen's arms, closing his eyes as if falling asleep.

She seemed to have lost a lot of weight. Compared to the previous time, she was now holding her in her arms, fluttering lightly. Moson had no doubt that it would blow her away in a gust.

He carried Song Xi into her bedroom.

Her bedroom was the same as before, and even the position of the plush bears had not changed.

Although I really want to help her take a bath so that she can sleep comfortably.

But think about it, they haven't met yet, so in case she was scared the next day, it would be bad to think wildly.

So forget it.