Since then, I will not pay in vain

Hua Zijiao took a breath, smiled evilly, and put her slender body back, Jiang Xinyao let go of her upper body, and in fear, put her hands around the man's neck.

Hua Zijiao's face sank.

The faces of the two were very close, and the man breathed in her ear.

Jiang Xinyao's brain began to lack oxygen.

Hua Zijiao's long and slender fingers rubbed her face, moving down little by little...

Jiang Xinyao's whole body was tense, her heart was beating so fast that it was about to jump out of her chest.

His eyes widened. The eyes of the handsome man in front of him were as quiet and mysterious as a dark night. There was a fire burning deep in the deep black pupils...

However, there seems to be an elusive arrogance and ruthlessness hidden behind this fire.

In that ruthless look, she seemed to see a woman's face, no, it was two, one was Wang Jiayu's seductive and jealous face, and the other was Wu Xianglin's disgusting and ruthless face.

She jumped up suddenly, pushed him away, took the bowl, and said in a low voice, "Mr. Hua, go to work. I'm going to embroider."

She ran away like a thief.

Hua Zijiao was stunned for a moment, a complex glint of light flashed in his dark eyes.

Tonight, it seemed that she was catering to him everywhere, but in fact, her hostility towards him never disappeared.

She has a heart...

In the embroidery room.

Jiang Xin Yao's heart fluctuated.

No, this man does not belong to her, never will.

It took her a long time to remove him from her life bit by bit, how could she break in again.

If there is anything they have now, or what will happen in the future, it must be because of the mother's illness.

She said that she would never have any thoughts about him!

She picked up the embroidery needle, lowered her head, and began to embroider seriously.

During this year, whenever she was restless and unable to break out of that vicious circle, she would come to embroider. Only in this way could her mind be at peace and she would not be insane.

The night was getting darker and darker, and there was no sound.

Jiang Xinyao's hand holding the embroidery needle kept walking like a flexible snake tail, and inspiration burst into her mind... I don't know when the door opened, and she didn't know.

After a while, she finally finished embroidering a difficult point. She raised her head and let out a breath. Suddenly, her mouth could not be retracted.

Hua Zijiao stood in front of her in a black bathrobe, as noble as a god.

His dark eyes were falling on the embroidery in front of her, shining brightly.

"Mr. Hua." Jiang Xinyao was a little flustered and stood up.

"That's right, the flowers add spring to the jade fingers, the birds chasing golden needles grow feathers, it's really good," Hua Zijiao rarely praised.

"I'm honored." Jiang Xinyao smiled sheepishly.

Hua Zijiao paced a few steps in the room, leaned against the bookcase next to her, looked at her, and asked, "Xin Yao, can you tell me that the hostess of this embroidery is you?"

Jiang Xinyao's big black grape eyes dimmed.

Hua Zijiao's face darkened: "Who is the host? Is it Jing Qingcang?"

Jiang Xinyao suddenly raised her head and shook her head: "No, the hostess is my mother, I don't know who the hostess is."

Hua Zijiao was stunned, it turned out that it was Ai Xihui, why didn't he think of it.

That poor woman lying on the hospital bed, his former mother-in-law, also had a miserable love story.

Speaking of mother, Jiang Xinyao's eyes gradually filled with tears.

She can feel her mother's misery more personally now, especially after seeing Jiang Zhenming and his son, she feels even more sad for her mother.