[Quick Wear] Puhua Fairy is blessed with a long pregnancy

Chapter 776: Rich Widow 7

Sheng Huan returned to the room.

Lying on the bed and flipping through a book.

"Ding." At this moment, the cell phone next to him vibrated.

She picked it up and was stunned.

[The company requests to add you as a friend.]

The note below is: Si Moheng.

Didn't the original owner have Si Moheng's WeChat? Sheng Huan recalled and realized that the original owner did not have any WeChat with Si Moheng, and the contact was even less frequent, but there was a phone call, and they would call when there was an emergency.

She clicked through.

Just a few seconds after passing through, a message popped up on the other side.

[Secretary: lawyer.]

He sent over a business card.

[Secretary: The company’s legal team. The group doesn’t keep useless people.] The implication is that they are all very capable.

[Sheng Huan: Thank you, big brother/Kitty’s serious facejpg.]

I don't know what the man was doing, so he was slow to reply. After a minute, the message came through.

[Secretary: Yes.]

The man was as silent and reserved as ever.

Sheng Huan didn't say anything in response, and the conversation ended there.

She casually clicked on Si Moheng’s circle of friends.

This person’s circle of friends has nothing at all, it’s clean and bare.

All right. She put down her phone and continued reading.

I didn't see that the text on the dialog box was being entered.

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Si Moheng's room.

The man sat in front of the computer desk, his long slender legs crossed and his slightly rolled-up sleeves revealed his superior bone structure in the light and shadow.

Si Moheng stared at the serious expression of the cute kitten on the tablet with his deep eyes.

After seeing that I only replied with a single “hmm”, there was no movement from the other end. I kept typing, trying to figure out what to type, but in the end I deleted everything and put the phone on the table again.

He closed his eyes, his mind a little confused.

"gentlemen."

Uncle He knocked on the door, waited for a few seconds, and then walked in with warm water and a fruit plate. As soon as he came in, he noticed that Si Moheng seemed to be in a bad mood.

He had no intention of disturbing Si Moheng and planned to just put his things down and leave.

"Uncle He." Unexpectedly, just as I was about to leave, I heard a man's cold voice behind me: "Sister-in-law, how are you today?"

Uncle He didn't think much about it and turned around: "Sir, my wife has raised Si Hean for twelve years. Even if she lets go, she won't feel good."

He added, "This afternoon, if Xu Ma hadn't stopped her, the Second Madam would have wanted to drink brandy. But although she didn't drink it, she did drink a bottle of wine." Uncle He explained honestly, and finally, he sighed, "The Second Madam didn't like to drink in the past."

Si Moheng was silent, his eyes slightly closed, and no one knew what he was thinking.

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It's twelve o'clock at night.

Sheng Huan took a nap and got up from the bed. She was wearing a suspender nightgown, with her black hair hanging in front of her chest, looking a little lazy.

[Host, Si Hean couldn't find you, and he's throwing a tantrum everywhere.] 458 Schadenfreude: [He's panicking right now, he never thought you'd be in the Si family's old house.]

[He certainly didn't expect me to be here.]

Sheng Huan was not surprised. After all, the original owner had a very low chance of returning to the old house. In Si He'an's impression, the original owner did not like returning to the old house either.

Sheng Huan was certain: [However, this matter cannot be hidden from him for long.]

She was also looking forward to his coming over, as she needed his cooperation in some scenes.

Sheng Huan put on his shoes and left the bedroom.

When I left the bedroom, I could vaguely see a light coming from a room.

I didn't expect that Si Moheng was still busy so late.

She yawned, pretended not to see it, and went downstairs.

*

Soon, Sheng Huan turned on the crystal lamp in front of the table.

A glass of red wine is filled.

She swirled the wine glass lightly, her round eyes slightly raised, her lips stained with red wine, that red was particularly bright, like a bewitching demon.

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In the dark night, Si Moheng ended the multinational meeting.

He wanted to wash up and go to bed.

But he remembered something and opened the door and went downstairs.

His decision was indeed correct.

As soon as I reached the stairs, I saw the soft light on the sofa downstairs.

The woman curled up on the sofa, her pale fingers hugging her knees. On the floor and table, there were several empty wine bottles...

Si Moheng felt a rare surge of anger in his heart... and also a subtle heartache.

He strode down, his breath grim.

As for Sheng Huan, she seemed to have fallen asleep, with her head tilted down, and she accidentally touched the light switch beside her.

The living room suddenly became dark.

In the dark space, two breathing sounds were getting closer and closer.

Soon, the lights in the living room suddenly came on.

And Si Moheng, at some point, also walked to the sofa.

Getting closer, he saw her closed eyes under the warm yellow light. The long, curly crow feathers cast a shadow under the woman's eyes, making her look pitiful and helpless, like a wounded little animal.

Her fair and smooth skin was pale, and the rose-red nightgown could not cover her slender exposed calves, nor her small and delicate feet.

With just one glance, he remembered everything, even if he controlled himself not to look.

But all the anger inexplicably evaporated when he saw her.

"Brother...Tingtang."

No one answered.

The man was silent. He took off his suit jacket and was glad that he was wearing it.

Then, the coat with the man's cold scent was put on the woman, and the wide coat almost covered her completely.

The man leaned over, sighed, and was about to pick the person up.

"Hmm..." The woman seemed to sense it and opened her eyes.

A pair of hazy sleepy eyes were close at hand, her gaze, her breath, all fell on the handsome face very close in front of her.

When Si Moheng woke up and looked at her, his whole body stiffened.

His stiff, mechanical, dark eyes, without any emotion, met her gaze.

She said nothing, just looked at him.

Her eyes were clearly confused and ignorant, but to him they were like burning fire.

He knew she was drunk again.

"…You've had too much to drink. I'll take you back to your room."

After a while, the man's Adam's apple rolled slightly, and his abstinent and cold face looked like frost. Or maybe it was because he had been in power for a long time, as an undefeated legendary emperor in business, he was too stable to arouse any romantic thoughts.

He picked her up, and the woman reflexively wrapped her arms around the man's neck.

Her fragile wrist, crystal white, and her rose-red dress were hidden in the man's palm.

He raised his head, not daring to look, and walked away with big strides.

"...I'm so hungry." After taking two steps, the woman's soft voice sounded pitifully in her chest.

He lowered his head subconsciously, and his chin brushed against something soft.

*

The kitchen is on fire.

Sheng Huan was holding the man's suit jacket in a daze.

"Eat." The man's cold voice sounded.

A bowl of egg noodles was placed on the table. She had drunk some wine and her mind was confused and dazed. Hearing this, she looked at his face, then lowered her head blankly.

As soon as she lowered her head, she saw the man's beautiful wrist bones. Secondly, she saw the smooth lines of his arms under his rolled-up sleeves. Under the light, the Patek Philippe on the man's wrist was exposed. The technological watch reflected a cold light.

She put down her coat, hugged the bowl, thought of something, looked up and gave the man in front of her a soft smile.

Pure, yet contradictory temptation.

"Thanks."

She is a good drinker and is still very well behaved now.

Si Moheng saw her eating noodles obediently, and then saw her fair collarbone, and he couldn't bear to look at it anymore...

His eyes moved slightly, and he looked away. Instead, he picked up the coat that she had discarded and put it on her again.

"Put it on."

"...Hmm." She took a few bites, looked up confusedly, and smiled at him again: "Delicious."

“You’re really good at cooking.”

"Next time, don't drink so much at night." Si Moheng said seriously: "It's not worth it."

She was eating her noodles and didn't hear anything.

Full of wine and food.

She began to feel drowsy.

"Go to sleep. I'm sleepy." She yawned and tears came out.

"I'll help you go back." Si Moheng walked over.

This little drunk girl is in this state. If we let her walk back to the room by herself, we don’t know if she will bump into anything.

When she saw him coming, she quickly reached out to him.

"Want to hug."

She has big eyes, and when she looks at people like this, there is a gleam of water in her eyes, making people unable to refuse.

Si Moheng didn't move.

"Hold me." She held his fingers and hooked her little finger around his, feeling aggrieved.

Si Moheng's fingertips were slightly hot, his dark eyes fell on the woman's face, his forbearing, restrained, cold voice was tinged with obscurity.

"Do you know who I am?"

She tilted her head and looked at him, seriously and hesitantly.

"Big...brother?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly flew into the air.

For a 1.9-meter-tall man, the woman in his arms was too small and too light.

He walked steadily, yet inexplicably fast.

The woman in his arms was picked up. She blinked her sleepy eyes, and without thinking much, she tilted her head and fell asleep in his arms.

When he arrived at the bedroom, Si Moheng found that the person was already asleep.

He put the person on the bed, not knowing whether to laugh or be angry.

But looking at her defenseless sleeping face, the man's voice fell and dissipated into the night.

"Tomorrow, I wonder if you will black out again..."

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