Chapter 442 (1/2)

If Huo Rao hadn't been determined to get nangongchen's heart, I'm afraid Xia Tong wouldn't have succeeded so easily. The explosion of the castle almost killed hall.

Later, Huo Rao helped Nangong Chen many times behind hall. This made hall unbearable, and the betrayal of his relatives even aggravated his madness.

But it is undeniable that Huo Rao is his only sister and his only relative in the world except Huo Niantong!

Looking at his sister with the same blood source, how could he deal with her?

Therefore, after Huo Rao repeatedly provoked Hall's patience, he couldn't bear it after all. The only sister, however, could not be cruel to punish her, so she had to travel.

Huo Rao who goes abroad has nothing to do with most of the time except that she will contact hall when she has no money. It seems that in this world, she is no longer his relative.

Now, she's coming back, isn't she?

Hall's delicate knife and fork stopped slowly and looked at the cake close at hand. Although the cream was still trying to smell, he had no appetite anymore.

Can you really eat like this?

”When did she come back? Why didn't I know?”

Hearing Hall's words, Dr. jack also knew that he was in a bad mood. At present, he looked at him carefully, ”well, she suddenly contacted me. I thought she had no money, but...”

Then, doctor Jack tells hall in detail about the process of huorao contacting him. But he didn't say one thing. Huorao didn't take the initiative to contact him.

But he told her about hall, and she asked to come back. This is also what makes him happy. This sister still cares about hall.

Xia Tong came out with a plate. Hall stared at Dr. Jack and said nothing more. The cream cake on the knife and fork was also thrust into his mouth.

”What's the matter?”

Put down the plate in his hand, Xia Tong looked at Dr. Hall and Jack curiously, and Huo Niantong, who was silent next to him, ”isn't it because he robbed the cake and didn't get it?”

These three men, even though they look very old, are no different from the children competing for favor in Xia Tong's heart. In their hearts, I'm afraid they still retain their innocence?

”It's all right. The cakes you made are so delicious that the three of us couldn't help fighting.”

Doctor Jack said with a smile, trying to hide the heavy atmosphere in the air. Nearby, Huo Niantong also tried to eat the cake in his mouth and smiled at Xia Tong.

Seeing the three people like this, Xia Tong was confused, but he didn't ask much. She knows that if men don't want to talk about a topic, women's chatter will only disgust men.

Xia Tong's sensible let Hall's eyes skip a touch of the profundity, but he didn't say much. Maybe he thinks too much. Perhaps it is the result that he has nothing to change.

”Excuse me, sir, this is a private villa. If there is no invitation or notification, please get off.”

At the entrance guard, the latest Cayenne opened by Nangong Chen was intercepted. He looked up at the towering building inside and then at the doorman in front of him. After all, he sighed helplessly.

Is she really in there?

It is said that Xiao Mo has gone to Europe. It is very difficult to contact him now. And I'm still here. I want to see her, but I have to get Hall's consent.

Is she really going to be with hall and abandon all of them? Is it true that he and Xiao Mo lost to the evil man?

Think of Hall's pale face and evil spirit flowing eyes, Nangong Chen's heart is particularly uncomfortable. He always felt that it was purposeful for hall to approach Xia Tong again, holding the mentality of torturing her.

Otherwise, why would he do this to Xia Tong?

”Tell your boss hall that I'm Nangong Chen, President of Nangong group. If he doesn't let me in and see Xia Tong, I'll tear down his villa. ”

The irritability in his heart made Nangong Chen hold the steering wheel in his hand and quietly look at the front. The figure of the woman with clear eyes and graceful figure swayed past his eyes.

Xia Tong.

He waited for hall and Xia Tong to come out to meet him. Excessive trance made him even ignore the figure of a woman standing beside him. He didn't know when.

I looked at him quietly, as if time had stayed many years ago.

He is still his favorite white shirt and trousers. The mature man's demeanor is a little fresh in the past, which makes people can't tell his age, but he only feels particularly attractive and charming.

Years did not leave many traces on his face, just the beard on the corner of his lips, but told others how many vicissitudes and helplessness he had spent.

Just, can it really be the same as before?