Chapter 666: Not worth a million

Chapter 666 Not Worth One Million
"Daddy ... Mommy wouldn't eat with me ..."
Ok, ok, eat, eat, she eats ...
He Meixin found that she was now completely controlled by her daughter. She did not have the human rights of half a dime and could not even want to eat.
He Meixin, who had eaten a meal, was dying, and even the joy of seeing her daughter for the first time was completely dilute by Huo Jiabao's paralyzed face.
After eating, she took He Yimeng upstairs to give her a bath, and then began to tell the bedtime story.
On the small bookcase of He Yimeng, all the books she saw were actually Sherlock Holmes collections, picture editions. And how steel is made, children's edition, children's edition of China's four major masterpieces, etc ...
Remembering that when she was a child, she liked to watch some fairy tales of Snow White, and then looked at her daughter's current preferences, she wondered again whether she was really only four and a half years old ...
Picked up a Journey to the West, and started to follow the book.
A little story was told halfway, but He Yimeng was not asleep, but she was going to sleep.
"Baby, are you sleepy? Hurry up and sleep, it's getting late," she said, yawning, looking at the extremely spirited He Yimeng.
"Mummy, are you happy?" He Yimeng suddenly asked seriously, the small appearance was enough to give her the illusion that he had really grown up.
"Of course, Mommy is happy to be with my baby." He Meixin pinched her delicate little nose and laughed.
"Mummy, I hope you didn't lie to me. Good night." He Yimeng said something like this, then got into the quilt and closed his eyes.
She was completely lost in her deep sentence just now. What's wrong with this baby today? Is it because you live with yourself, so happy?
She found that now she had no idea what her daughter thought about. Although they hadn't lived together for a short time, she became more confused.
The four-and-a-half-year-old child was so deep that he didn't know if it was good or bad.
Cover the quilt for her, turn off the headlights in the room, and gently drop a good night kiss on her little face before she slowly turns around and walks outside the room.
Her room is arranged next to He Yimeng's room. It is not a normal maid's room, but a master bedroom. It is as large as He Yimeng's baby room and the decoration inside is quite luxurious.
Back in her room, bring the door, she leaned heavily against the back of the door.
What happened today disrupted her original life trajectory once again. She hadn't figured out how to explain to Wu Wei tomorrow. Suddenly, she found that there was a dark shadow on the sofa near the window in the room.
Frightened, she immediately reached out to turn on the lights ...
The lights turned on and the whole room lit up.
It wasn't anyone else sitting on the sofa, it was Huo Jiabao with no emotion on his face.
"You ... what are you doing here?" After seeing the person sitting on the sofa, He Meixin pointed at him and held it for a long time before he came up with such a sentence.
"Don't you say I'm stingy? A million dollars to sleep with you for one night, although not very cost-effective, can make my daughter feel that I am generous and worthwhile." He laughed, smiling extremely evil, especially flat.
"So ... that ... you ... what do you mean? You ... don't mess around ..." He Meixin listened to what he said, why isn't it right? Both hands couldn't help hugging her chest, and she was wary. Looking at him.
"Come? Don't you want a million?" He slowly got up, watching her look of horror, and the smile on his face became stranger.
"I ... I said it casually, you ... don't take it seriously ..." He Meixin slammed his back behind the door, and watched Huo Jiabao step by step with big eyes, his head began to seep Thin sweat beads.
"Don't take me seriously now, don't you think it's too late?" He strode in front of her, holding her wrist violently, raising it above her head, and holding her whole body on the door .
"You ... are you scaring me on purpose, right?" He wouldn't do anything to her. If he really had any wrong intentions with her, he could take advantage of it when she was prescribed medicine that day, but, He didn't do that at the time, so now, it must have been intentional to scare her. Yes, it must be.
"Scared you?" He sneered, digging his hands violently toward her waist, holding her by the waist, and pressing her against herself.
"Wait ... you ... calm down, I ... what the ... am I still wrong? I promise ... I promise I will never say you're stingy again ... I promise ..." He Meixin Seeing that he didn't seem to be joking at all, he was frightened, and immediately surrendered to his mercy.
"Sure enough, it's not worth a million." He snorted gently, and quickly pulled his hand off her body, then pulled her apart, opened the door and walked outside.
He Meixin saw the back of his departure, and sat a bit on the ground.
Who did she provoke? As for bullying him so much?
Depressed, she simply lay on the thick rug with wide eyes, wondering what was going on in her life now.
When the cell phone rang, she almost fell asleep on the carpet.
Shaking her spirits, she got up from the ground and walked to the dresser. She grabbed the cell phone in the bag and saw it. Wu Wei called.
"Hello ..." She answered the phone and responded softly.
"At home?" He asked over the phone, his voice always gentle like a jade.
"No ... no ..." Gu Mei was guilty again.
"Oh?" He said, a little curious about where she is now.
"I ... I'm here with Huo Jiabao ... I'm with my daughter ..." Let me be honest. He Meixin hesitated and said.
There was suddenly no sound on the other end of the phone. He Meixin knew that he was probably angry.
"Now, can you come out?" After a short while, his voice came again from the phone, which was not loud, but easily entered her heart.
"Now?" She was tangled. Can she go out now?
"I want to see you." He didn't seem to want to give her a chance to refuse.
"Well, all right, I'm at Garden Villa 605." She thought about it and gave him the address.
"See you in ten minutes." He finished and hung up the phone.
Closing the phone, He Meixin breathed a long sigh of relief, thinking about how to explain this to Wu Wei.
Will he promise to do it himself?
At first she regretted the urge to start the contract. She should at least discuss it with him before making a decision, would she?