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"Then open up all the rooms on this floor," he raised his head and curled his lips, "Just you and I will live together."

Huanhuan laughed, "What about Youyou? Linglong, Danqing, and Chifeng... Oh yes, and Brother Kun and Muchuan."

The corners of Mo Jia's lips curved slightly, turned around, and stopped talking.

He suddenly discovered that there were quite a lot of light bulbs between them!

Behind him, a limp body approached and gently wrapped his arms around his shoulders. He was startled, turned his head, and stared at her flushed face. She whispered, "Mo Jia, you need to come back quickly."

Her attachment, so obvious, warmed his heart.

"Well, I'll be right back after dealing with the matter over there."

"Tonight... I'll take you in for now." Her eyes wandered, the blush on her face deepened, but she immediately reiterated, "But, I can't do anything!"

Mo Jia narrowed his deep eyes and smiled, "You know, to a man, this is like an invitation."

Huan Huan turned his back, cleared his throat, "Then you'd better go back to your own room."

"Okay, I promise you." The waist suddenly tightened, and she was immediately taken into an embrace that was hard enough to accommodate all her weaknesses.His chin rested on her shoulder, his hands gently encircled her, leaning against her back, and said softly, "Did you tamper with that rune bead? Let me remember you forever Occupy my heart little by little, Su Huanhuan, you are so stupid, so you are so scheming!"

Huan Huan leaned on his chest, lowered his head, "So, is it all occupied by me?"

He raised his eyebrows and asked without answering, "What do you think?"

She smiled, as sweet as a girl in first love, turned her head, squinted her big eyes and warned, "From now on, don't give it to others, or else, I'll scoop it out and drink it!"

In his eyes, her vicious look was full of all kinds of temptations. He kissed her quickly, and his strong body pressed her down on the bed.

His kiss was menacing, Huan Huan was almost overwhelmed, she put her hands on his chest, she gasped and said, "You promised me..."

In Mo Jia's pupils that were glowing with naked lust, traces of blood rose up, and he was trying his best to suppress it.After a while, he took a deep breath, "Tell me, how long do you want me to endure?"

Huanhuan immediately counted with her fingers, and seeing his darkening face, she couldn't help but smile, then grabbed his hand, shaking it constantly, "I haven't been in love, I haven't been pursued yet. Woolen cloth!"

Mo Jia narrowed his eyes and reminded, "We even have children."

"That's why it's a loss! I gave birth to you inexplicably before enjoying love!"

Looking at her pouting mouth, dissatisfied, he lowered his eyes in compromise, "I see."

Huan Huan was happy, and threw himself into his arms happily, "Pursue me!"

He smiled dotingly, stroked her long hair, "Yeah."

Huanhuan came to fruition, nestled in his arms and began to rub against each other, until a certain man's face turned livid, and he kept suppressing a certain part that was about to burst into flames.

Seeing his forbearance, Huanhuan snickered, how could it be so easy for him to eat it?

Regardless of whether it was his fault or not, she had suffered alone for five years, and she would punish him a little no matter what.

……

Song Xiaojia trembled, holding the drawing with strange patterns that Yan Xihua gave her with one hand, and holding the wooden nail with the other hand, opened the door, looked around vigilantly, and then walked into the living room barefoot.

She desperately told herself that she didn't do bad things, she just wanted to help herself and her mother!And she gave them a chance, but they had no choice!

That picture is the floor plan of the whole living room, and it has already marked the positions where she needs to bury the wooden nails. Song Xiaojia once used a pen to secretly connect the punctuation points on it, and what came out was an octagonal geometric figure. She didn't know what it represented What, but now, she can't control so much anymore!

In the darkness, she came to the corner, found the first place, took out a wooden nail, and pressed it in forcefully as Yan Xihua said.Strange to say, it was obviously a wooden nail, but when it encountered a hard marble slab, it was pressed in without any effort.

Song Xiaojia was amazed and felt more and more weird. She came to the second position and buried the second wooden nail smoothly.

It wasn't until she buried all the wooden nails in the ground that she breathed a sigh of relief, looked around, and then quietly went back to the room.

At this moment, the golden peacock, who had been sitting on the ceiling chandelier, slowly flew down, glanced at the direction where she disappeared, walked leisurely, and walked one by one to the place where she buried the wooden nails. The sharp mouth pecked out the wooden nails one by one...

Upstairs, Huanhuan was sleeping soundly with his pillow on Mo Jia's arm.

Mo Jia opened his eyes suddenly, and looked directly at the incredibly beautiful golden divine bird on the balcony.

Linglong glanced at him and said nothing.

Mo Jia frowned, and gently moved Huan Huan's head to the pillow, carefully for fear of waking her up.He stood up sideways, shirtless, wearing only a pair of trousers, and walked to the balcony.

"The child picked up by that woman is really not simple." Linglong said casually.

"how?"

Linglong spread her wings, and a dozen wooden nails fell out, each of which was dark red with some type of blood stains.

When Mo Jia saw it, his face changed slightly.

"This is what she just buried in the living room."

There is only black magic that needs a wooden peg to perform witchcraft!In other words, Song Xiaojia has something to do with Yan Xihua!

Mo Jia didn't think of everything about her until now, and he almost made a fatal mistake.There is only a thin line between a coincidence without loopholes and a deliberate arrangement!

Looking at him, Linglong yawned, "I should go back to sleep." It fluttered its wings and said unintentionally, "That little friend thought everything was safe."

Mo Jia's eyes flashed, and he looked at Linglong, his eyes flashed a trace of coldness.

Before dawn, Song Xiaojia changed her clothes, opened the door and walked out. Looking around the still quiet living room, she gritted her teeth and strode out.

"Hey, Xiaojia, why did you leave so early?" The sudden voice behind her startled her, and when she saw that it was Mu Chuan, she immediately calmed down, "There is class in the morning, and I still need to go home to get some books."

"Oh, then I'll take you down the mountain." Mu Chuan was very enthusiastic.

She hurriedly waved her hands, "No need, I can just breathe fresh air along the way." She lowered her head, crossed Mu Chuan and walked towards the gate.

As her figure walked further and further away, Mu Chuan raised his head, and the long-haired man standing upstairs nodded slightly, Mu Chuan understood, and followed silently.