Chapter 577 I'm Using You

Living here, Mu Wei even felt ashamed. What kind of virtue and ability, she has paid nothing, still can eat and drink well, and live in such a luxurious apartment by herself.

She was very grateful to Song Yaoyao in her heart, although Song Yaoyao had clearly told her not to be grateful, because she was just using her.

But Mu Wei doesn't think so, what is there for her to be used for?

If you are used, you can live so well and get rid of the predicament and unbearable words of the past. Mu Wei thought that there would be a lot of people who would follow each other, trying to be used by Miss Song, right?

She ate a New Year's Eve dinner by herself, and the Spring Festival Gala was playing on the LCD TV in the living room.

Even though she was the only one, Mu Wei didn't feel lonely at all, instead she felt at ease like never before.

Because this is her dream life.

The 'dang' of the wall clock indicates that the first day of the new year has come.

Mu Wei held the mobile phone, as if performing a sacred and indestructible ceremony, seriously typed down four words, and sent—

【Miss Song, happy new year. 】

In the early morning, a snow-white slender arm protruded from the bed, and the milk-white skin was covered with dense red marks.

The girl only showed a dark top of her hair, and her small hands were groping randomly.

suddenly--

She paused, her little hand touching a piece of firm skin.

whoosh-

Song Yaoyao's small hand was withdrawn instantly, like a small diving fish, bit by bit, digging into the quilt.

"Whoa-"

The quilt above his head was lifted at once, just like the shell of a turtle was lifted, exposing its slippery body.

"Wow!!!"

Song Yaoyao covered her face violently, and her angry voice came out from between her fingers.

"Bastard! Big bad guy!"

Immediately after he was picked up, the man's low-pitched and sexy laughter spread in his ears, and Song Yaoyao's ears were numb. Her toes were taut, her body was covered in rejection, and even her hair was full of rejection.

Huo Yunque raised his eyebrows, "Are you covering the wrong place, eh?"

Song Yaoyao's back stiffened: "..."

In the next second, she turned into anger from shame and bit Huo Yunque's hand.

"Don't say it! Say it again! If you say it again, I will bite you to death!"

"Well...it hurts..."

Someone who was still talking harshly just now let go, her dark pupils flickered, and she quietly looked at the back of Huo Yunque's hand. There is a row of crescent-shaped marks on it, shallow and slightly reddish.

Song Yaoyao wiped his saliva with a guilty conscience, "You were the one who messed with me first, don't blame me..."

"Well, I don't blame you."

The arm was brought to her lips, and the man's pleasant voice was mixed with a smile, which became more and more bewitching, "Remove? Take another bite?"

Song Yaoyao pouted and pushed him away angrily.

"What did you just shout!"

"This is not a conflict," Huo Yunque raised his eyebrows and said, and he thoughtfully handed his arm forward again.

Song Yao sighed and climbed up, but she didn't use any strength, except for a water mark, not even a mark.

She pouted and muttered, "You just deliberately make me feel bad!"

I know she can't bear it!

"Ah……"

Huo Yunque couldn't help laughing lowly, he turned around the little girl abruptly, and at the same time pulled the thin quilt to completely cover the two of them.

The light dimmed instantly.

In the small space, Song Yaoyao curled her toes uncomfortably.

A kiss like a dragonfly fell, and the voice in his ear was gentle and swaying.

"My pleasure."