The sound of Song Yunxuan deleting the recording made Huo Ting's eyes move to her face with coldness and bloodthirsty.
There was no fear or waver in her expression, she just looked at Huo Ting calmly: "Although it is a good idea to kill me and frame your stepmother as the fault, you should understand that your stepmother's backer is your father."
Huo Ting looked at her fiercely.
Song Yunxuan didn't keep silent. She put the phone back to where it was originally placed, and then looked up at him: "Although your stepmother has given birth to two daughters in their twenties, she is only forty-six years old now. She You can still have a baby, right?"
Huo Ting's fingers clenched the steering wheel tightly, and his eyes were very cold.
Song Yunxuan looked into his eyes and nodded: "Okay, I understand, your stepmother is pregnant."
Huo Ting moved his fingers away, almost wanting to strangle Song Yunxuan to death.
Song Yunxuan suddenly spoke and asked him with sharp eyes: "Since we are already in danger, do you want to make a deal with me?"
Huo Ting's brows wrinkled, and his fingers that were about to leave the steering wheel paused.
Song Yunxuan reached out and pressed his fingers that had left the steering wheel back onto the steering wheel. Although the force was light, it had the irresistible power of guiding the direction.
"Mr. Huo, I will help you clear the roadblocks, but in return, you have to deal with it and don't let the Huo family and the Chu family have a tit-for-tat confrontation."
Huo Ting put his fingers back on the steering wheel. He could feel the warmth of Song Yunxuan's fingers on the back of his hand, and the vicious look in his eyes subsided a little unconsciously.
"You help me clear the roadblocks?" he asked her with a sneer, seeming to be disdainful of her overestimation of her abilities.
Song Yunxuan smiled slightly and looked at her: "Do you think I don't have this ability?"
Huo Ting looked at the confident smile on Song Yunxuan's face, and saw a lingering and deep cold light in her eyes, like a cold sword hidden in the scabbard. It was so thin and invisible that it was powerful when it exploded.
"Your abilities are nothing compared to my father."
Song Yunxuan nodded: "Huo Qixiong is indeed a well-known industry leader in Hong Kong City, but when you get older, you should play chess and drink tea in peace, don't you think?"
Huo Ting looked at Song Yunxuan, and the evil in his eyes submerged and settled.
Song Yunxuan turned to look out the window: "The difference between committing suicide and waiting to die is that one dies faster and the other dies slower, but they will both die in the end. But if you do it, you might be able to have a good time before you die. "
She said this easily, not like she was gambling with human life at all.
But Huo Ting knew very well that Song Yunxuan was gambling with people's lives in such a relaxed tone of talking and laughing.
"If it fails, you and I will both die."
Huo Ting reminded her.
Song Yunxuan smiled: "Just because Zhang Yufang is pregnant with her second child, you can't escape unscathed. Zhang Yufang's ambition has lasted for more than 20 years. She wants the entire Huo family. You She won't be able to trust you unless you are her biological son."
What Huo Ting said to her cannot be denied, because Zhang Yufang is indeed such a person.
It is indeed not easy for Zhang Yufang to marry into the Huo family at a young age, and she is not willing to just have two daughters.
She has always wanted to have another son. If this son appears, he will definitely eradicate Huo Ting, who has not yet mastered all the power of the Huo family.
Song Yunxuan felt that she had almost said it. She took out her mobile phone from her pocket and checked the time, then turned to talk to Huo Ting: "It's getting late. We should go back. Otherwise, Chu Mochen should come here."
She just finished speaking.
The driver's door of the Lamborghini was suddenly opened.
Before Huo Ting could react, he was pulled out of the driver's seat.
"Hello!"
"Wait a moment."
She stopped.
Behind the person who pulled Huo Ting, a man said displeasedly: "Let go of Mr. Huo."
Sure enough, the person who was pulling Huo Ting stopped.
"Yes, Mr. Chu."
Song Yunxuan shook her head helplessly, opened the door of the passenger seat and stepped out, looking at Chu Mochen who was facing a low pressure with some complaints: "I just said a few words to Mr. Huo, why are you chasing after me so quickly?"
Chu Mochen was dressed in black. The typical three-piece suit in the port city made him look more gloomy. He was calm and powerful, as attractive as a dark emperor.
Song Yunxuan walked over and grabbed his hand with both hands: "Okay, don't be so angry. I won't sneak out without telling you in the future."
She rarely wants to take the initiative to admit her mistakes like this now, but this is the best way to deal with the current troubles.
Chu Mochen had a cold face, his chin was tense, and his eyes were cold.
Song Yunxuan turned around and looked at Huo Ting: "I'm sorry, I don't think I can take your car back. Mr. Huo should leave first."
If Chu Mochen knew that Huo Ting brought her out to kill her and frame the blame on Mrs. Huo, it would be difficult to end the matter.
Moreover, maybe Chu Mochen would completely break her plan at such a critical point and let her return to Yuncheng with nothing accomplished.
She didn't want to come here in vain.
The incident with the second young lady of the Huo family was just a small splash.
The real big wave has just begun now.
Huo Ting looked at Chu Mochen with displeasure: "Young Master Chu, don't worry, I won't hurt Miss Song. Say goodbye."
After saying that, he got in the car neatly and left.
Song Yunxuan breathed a sigh of relief after watching the car turn the corner and leave.
But before her breath sank, Chu Mochen grabbed her shoulders and stared at her like an all-seeing eagle: "What tricks did you use on him again?"
Song Yunxuan felt his fingers pinching her shoulders, frowned, and showed weakness at the right time: "Mo Chen, you hurt me."
Chu Mochen's fingers were stiff, feeling strange to her such a weak reaction.
Song Yunxuan looked at him: "Aren't you going to let me go?"
"Don't let go."
He opened his lips coldly.
The next second, Song Yunxuan was grabbed by her wrist and thrown into the back seat of the luxury car.
"Go back to the hotel."
"Yes, Mr. Chu."
The driver in front of him drove obediently. Otherwise, he didn't even dare to take a breath, let alone squint his eyes to see what appeared in the rearview mirror.
Song Yunxuan was pulled by Chu Mochen to sit on his lap. When she felt the restraining force on Chu Mochen's hand, she took a breath: "What are you going to do?"
"Did I say you can come out of the hotel?"
"Have nothing to do and take some air."
"Bring air to Master Huo's car?"
Song Yunxuan frowned and said angrily: "What do you mean?"
"What do you think?" His lips were close to her white earlobe, and his breath was so hot that it was almost scalding, but the words he spoke made people feel a little cold.
"Don't think about dirty things in your mind."
"Am I the one who's dirty, or are you the one who's dirty?"
Chu Mochen asked her, but his big hand moved up a few inches from her waist.
Song Yunxuan's cheeks turned pale, and she reached out to hold his hand. She glanced coldly at the driver in front of her, lowered her eyes like a kitten showing weakness, and softened her sullen tone: "Let's talk about it when we get back."
His hand moved again.
She held his hand tightly: "You don't want to be disliked by me, do you?"
Her voice was light and weak, but it penetrated Chu Mochen's weakest point like a snake.
Chu Mochen moved his hand back to her waist: "Okay, let you go now."
Chu Mochen is a man who keeps his word, and he is also a man who is extremely possessive.
When Song Yunxuan was pulled into the room by him, he pushed her against the wall as soon as she entered the door.
Her body was lifted up by him, and she had no point of support to support her body, so she could only hold his neck with both hands.
His lips traveled down her earlobe, carefully, bit by bit, ironing her neck and reaching his shoulders.
Her collar was pulled open, exposing her white shoulders to the light.
The color of Chu Mochen's pupils became darker, and a little spark spread, filling his entire body.
She raised her eyebrows and bit her lower lip.
Chu Mochen's chest pressed against her body, and the heat of the kiss made her whole body feel as if it was being burned.
"Here, or go to bed?"
She uttered two words in discomfort: "Bed... bed..."
"You are so conservative and have no interest at all."
He hugged her.
However, when she was only a few steps away from the luxurious bed, she was pressed against the wall and stripped of her clothes.
Clothes slipped off and hair was disheveled.
The bitten lips were as red and swollen as ripe cherries in autumn.
The temperature in the room began to rise, and the sky outside the window became darker and darker.
The world Song Yunxuan saw was shaking and even spinning in the end.
The whole world was shaking, as if it had experienced a huge wind and wave.
She was like a small boat that was unable to control itself and could only follow the rhythm of the wind and waves and be rocked crazily.
The world began to get darker bit by bit.
Her fingers lost their strength and were unable to cling on, sliding down from his back.
It's just that she doesn't understand why this storm is not gentle at all.
It's like going back to the beginning.
No, it was even more difficult to adapt to than the first time.
It's like, punishing her.
She felt a lot of pain, and her fingertips were slightly cold from the pain.
But someone held the cold fingertips in the palm of his hand and carefully warmed her with the warmth of his palm.
"Sorry, I just... got a little out of control..."
She curled up her body, wanting to lean on that warm place.
He stretched out his hand to hold her in his arms, and pressed his lips gently on her earlobe: "However, it is really dangerous for you to slip out of my protective circle like this. Hong Kong City... is not a place like Cloud City. Once I lose track of you, I’ll probably never find you again.”
That kind of risk makes people feel frightened just thinking about it.
He didn't want to be so frightened.
"Yunxuan, listen to me and go back to Yuncheng."
His kiss fell on her cheek.
She buried her face in his arms to express her rejection.
But he raised the corners of his lips, helplessly reached out to hold her chin, straightened her face, and pressed his lips against hers.
Song Yunxuan's body trembled.
Her warmth was transmitted to his body, and his voice became hoarse again: "Even if you don't like me kissing your lips, you have to learn to adapt slowly, because I can't stop kissing you."