Chapter 375 The Wings Are Stiff

"Send me a text message when you get home, and call a regular taxi directly when you go out. Don't run around." Su Xiangwan asked worriedly.

"I know, I know, you are more verbose than my little uncle..."

Li Xiaoxiao spoke subconsciously, and after she finished speaking, she couldn't help being stunned for a moment, and then fell silent.

"Okay, I won't bother you anymore. I was guarding in front of the toilet door, and anyone who came would say that you didn't come out."

After Su Xiangwan finished giving instructions, Li Xiaoxiao nodded, said goodbye to her, and trotted into the corridor.

Looking at her back, Su Xiangwan sighed softly.

She didn't know when Xiaoxiao knew that Si Mocheng had that kind of thought for her in her previous life, but what is certain is that Si Mocheng would never allow her to hide like this.

Because the clubhouse is very big, Li Xiaoxiao walked through the corridor for a long time.

Until turning to the last corridor, he bumped into a hard and powerful chest.

Because she was unprepared, she staggered, took two steps back and almost sat on the ground.

A big hand squeezed her arm tightly and lifted her up by two points, so that she could barely stand still.

It wasn't until she met a pair of deep and solemn eyes that she finally saw who the person in front of her was.

My heart tightened, and my face turned pale: "Little...Little...Uncle."

Si Mocheng's eyes were pale, and his voice was steady: "Have you played enough?"

"Well... I'm a little tired, I want to go back to rest early." Li Xiaoxiao tried to break free from his strong hands.

He didn't imprison her all the time, she wanted to break free, so he let go directly.

Li Xiaoxiao took two steps back, her heart clenched tightly.

She has always been a little afraid of him since she was a child.

But she never felt anything.

Because those men who are stronger than her and taller than her are more afraid of him and less promising than her.

But now, she dare not think about it.

I dare not think that this majestic and cold man would actually want to...fuck her.

Li Xiaoxiao had never been so afraid before.

She wants to talk to Wanwan.

But she was afraid that it would ruin his image in other people's hearts.

She didn't want others to talk about him, so she just wanted to run away.

"Then go home." Si Mocheng tensed his jaw, turned and walked outside.

Li Xiaoxiao stood there dawdling, seeing his back getting further and further away, rolled her eyes, and ran in another direction.

But when she reached the gate, an adjutant directly blocked her way: "Miss Li, the colonel asked me to wait for you here."

Li Xiaoxiao wanted to cry, but this time she couldn't run away even if she wanted to.

As for the reason, it was because this wicked adjutant was not as gentle as Si Mocheng to her.

If she dared to run again, he would directly tie her back.

Well, it looks like a bundle of crabs in the market.

Slowly, Li Xiaoxiao reluctantly followed.

Obediently sit in the co-pilot of the black Hummer.

After sitting firmly, the car door on her side was locked. With his eyes slightly lowered, he was in the shadows and said in a low voice, "The wings are stiff."

Steady and low declarative sentences are not questions, but statements of a fact.

Li Xiaoxiao's heart trembled slightly: "No... I suddenly remembered that there was something to do at school, and I planned to go back first, but I forgot to tell you."

Without saying a word, he drove the car directly to the Sifu compound.

As soon as she entered, Li Xiaoxiao ran upstairs.

But before the door could close, he followed in slowly.

"Little...little uncle." She staggered back until her back was against the wall.

He lowered his eyes slightly, looked directly at her, his eyes were as black as ink, Gujing Wubo: "Hiding me?"

Li Xiaoxiao was silent.

He leaned over slightly, imprisoning her between the crook of his arm and the wall, his lips were very close to her tender little face, and slowly said: "Xiaoxiao, be a happy adult."

Yes, it is a happy adult.

Not happy birthday.

His voice was a little hoarse, and there was an unusual meaning hidden in his eyes.

Desire is raging.