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The Romance Of Mr. Huo

Chapter: 1345

Moxinian drove the car home.

When he got out of the car, he slammed the door loudly.

Hawthorne recalled it carefully, and it seems that he didn’t do anything wrong today.

She got out of the car thinking she was confident and confident, and followed him into the house.

As soon as he entered the door, Moxinian said, “all of you go out.”

Several aunts who were busy at home left.

Moxinian went straight upstairs.

In the middle of the walk, he looked back at Howard standing in the living room and shouted, “Come up yet?”

Howard’s mood is getting worse.

Going upstairs, moxinian entered her room.

Howard closed the door, stood by the door and looked at moxinian.

Moxinian didn’t say a word, and she was a little flustered.

“Brother Xinian…”

“Shut up,” moxinian looked at her: “do you like that Xiao yeheng?”

Hawthorne was nervous for a moment and looked at him.

Can this man read minds?

“Why are you so surprised? Did I say something wrong? Or do you dare to do it or not.”

Howard frowned: “this is my private matter.”

“During the five years you lived under my nose, you were not allowed to have personal affairs, let alone puppy love. This is what your third brother means.”

Huo Huaien didn’t believe these words. Although she didn’t live in the Huo family since she was a child, she still knew the Huo family’s style very well: “impossible, our family members don’t care about their children’s marriage and love at all.”

“He doesn’t care, I care,” Moxinian said with a serious expression.

“Why,” Huo Huaien raised his chin with a stubborn face: “brother Xi Nian, I know that I should obey the rules under the fence, but it’s my own business to like someone. I’m 19 years old, can’t I have my own feelings?”

Moxinian narrowed his eyes dangerously, “So, you admit that you like that Xiao Yeheng?”

Huo Huaien’s heart broke, “yes, that’s right, I like him.”

Howard thought, anyway, everything that should be said and what should not be said has been said, so there is nothing to be afraid of.

“Can’t I like someone? I’m 19, an adult.”

The corner of Moxinian’s right lip raised, and he approached her step by step.

Although she was flustered, she still pretended to be calm and retreated silently.

But in the end, he was squeezed behind the door by Moxinian.

Moxinian raised one hand, put it on the door, and lowered his head: “do you think you are worthy?”

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