CEO's Indulged Lover

Xie Mudan's face full of evil spirit is also in the public praise, slowly facial expression softened some.

With a cold smile, the wrinkles on his dry face rippled: "hum, you people are steering at the wind! Come on! Mrs. Ben doesn't need your flattery yet

All the onlookers were afraid to speak.

Huo Sheng put his arm around Xie Mudan's thin shoulder and said coldly, "OK, I'll send my mother home now. This necklace was originally selected by me for my mother. In this world, besides my mother, who else can match such a valuable necklace?"

Then, without looking at Su Xiao, he left the meeting with Xie Mudan.

Slender figure, soon disappeared in the eyes of the people

After he left, Su Xiao seemed to be standing on the stage illuminated by the spotlight. However, this time, her role was not Cinderella or Cinderella, but a clown with faded oil.

the whispers around her came into her ears: "look! Mr. Huo finally gave the necklace to his mother! So, it's just playing with her! Even if she pretends to be a good person, she will not be able to go down well! "

"Yes! How could Huo Sheng be attracted to such a little girl without backstage! Even Lin Zhu is much better than her. At least she is the editor in chief of a well-known magazine... "

"Yes, yes! Today, Mrs. Huo obviously doesn't have any good feelings for this little bitch. It is estimated that Mr. Huo will not dare to approach her again! After all, my father is dead, and there is only one mother... "

These words float to Su Xiao's ears intact, but her expression is still a group of light.

When she handed in the necklace, she knew it would happen.

He raised his hand and touched his hair. His fingers touched the temperature of the moment when Huo Sheng put the necklace on her neck just now. His heart was suddenly a little sour.

She told herself: what's so sad about it! I just did what I should do! At that moment, it was no good for anyone to stand still!

If the crazy lady Huo really stabbed herself with a knife, how could Huo Sheng not vent her anger on herself

But, in the heart, a voice asked himself, is he really afraid of his anger with himself to do so?