Ye Sijue ran his fingers through his hair, took a deep breath, and after getting out of bed, he was ready to go to the bathroom.

At this moment, music began to sound in the room.

It was Mo Xiaomeng's mobile phone ringing.

It's so late, who could it be?

Both had this question at the same time.

Mo Xiaomeng found the phone, looked at the phone, and was a little surprised, "It's Chris." ”

Ye Sijue narrowed, how could it be him?

What was he calling for?

Although Chris made his attitude clear before, he took the initiative to cancel the marriage contract with Mo Xiaomeng.

But as long as Ye Sijue thought about it, this guy almost became Mo Xiaomeng's fiancé, and he would always be jealous of this person.

Mo Xiaomeng answered the phone after speaking.

"Hey, Chris...... Uh, that ...... I haven't gotten on the plane yet, I'm probably going back tomorrow, what time is it, I'm not sure yet...... What the? You arranged the plane and let me go to the airport now? ”

Hearing some surprising news, Mo Xiaomeng's eyes widened in astonishment.

She stared blankly at Lord Nights.

Nightlord frowned and walked back to her, wanting to see what was going on.

"What arranges the plane? What does he mean? ”

Mo Xiaomeng said something to Chris again, but she was obviously led by the nose.

Over there, Chris hung up.

Mo Xiaomeng cried and said to Ye Sijue with a sad face, "What should I do? ”

"What did he say?" Ye Sijue held back his anger and asked what the situation was first.

Mo Xiaomeng said in a muffled voice, "Chris said that it was too late for me to go back tomorrow, so he had already arranged a private jet for me to go to the airport now, and then pick me up right away." ”

Nightlord's brows furrowed even deeper, if Chris was in front of him at this time, he might have to fight.

"When are you going back, don't you have to worry about him?"

"But......" Mo Xiaomeng looked embarrassed, leaned up and hugged his waist, and comforted, "Okay, don't be angry, anyway, I have to go back tomorrow, and it's the same ......if I go back tonight."

Ye Sijue understood as soon as he heard this, and his face was calm.

"So, are you going to listen to him, follow his arrangement, and take his plane back to the United States?"

Mo Xiaomeng didn't want him to be angry, so she could only continue to coax him, explaining, "My family also wants me to go back early, we spend Christmas over there, not like here, just celebrate together on Christmas Eve, hang things on the Christmas tree together, prepare gifts, and get together ......"

Ye Sijue's face was still not good-looking.

Mo Xiaomeng had no choice, sighed, and had to lean up and kiss the corner of his mouth.

"Okay, don't be angry, I'll come to you soon after Christmas, okay?"

Ye Sijue still didn't speak.

Mo Xiaomeng didn't know what to do, she was very anxious.

After the two were together, they hadn't quarreled yet.

Even in her more than ten years of life, she has hardly quarreled with anyone.

So she didn't know what to do.

The more concerned people are, the more anxious they will be.

Mo Xiaomeng could only hug him tightly, rubbing in his arms like a well-behaved cat, with a bit of coquettishness.

"Don't be angry, Sijue, don't be angry, okay, don't be angry."

Nightlord exhaled, his blue eyes staring at her deeply.

He said lightly, "I'm not angry. ”

Mo Xiaomeng shook her head, expressing disbelief.

Although she is innocent, she is not stupid, how can she not see that he is angry.

He was too tall, and she had to stand on tiptoe to kiss him.

Mo Xiaomeng forcibly pulled him, walked over to the edge of the bed, and sat him down.