"Thank me?" Mo Yiming hooked the corners of his lips and approached me with bad intentions: "Thank you...... Do you have to take practical actions? It's too insincere to talk about it. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"You, what do you want......" I subconsciously took two steps back.

He grabbed my wrist, leaned into my ear and said ambiguously, "Go back, you'll know." ”

How do I feel about his words...... Is it weird? I want to be crooked?

After dealing with Peng Zigao, it was almost early in the morning when I returned home. As soon as he entered the door, Mo Yiming walked to the sofa and sat down, and crossed Erlang's legs: "Pour me a glass of water." ”

"Me?" I pointed to myself, there was only one cat besides me and him. I kicked Mobao: "Let you go pour water." ”

Mo Bao glared at me and jumped on Mo Yiming: "Stupid woman, I told you to go." ”

"What!" this ...... You're starting to call me.

"Heh......" Mo Yiming chuckled: "Didn't you say thank you, there is no sincerity at all?"

Isn't it just pouring a glass of water, I'm going to pour it.

Steadily handing the water cup to Mo Yiming, he took a sip and suddenly frowned: "You want to burn me to death?"

"You ......"

"Huh?" Mo Yiming looked at me with raised eyebrows.

"Okay, I'll pour you another glass. I tried to pull a smile on, took the cup and walked into the kitchen.

Damn Mo Yiming, obviously deliberately manipulating me.

But who makes me owe him a favor?

Test the temperature of the water and place the cup in his hand with your own hands.

He took a sip and frowned, "It's too cold!"

I took a deep breath and said with a smile: "Mo Yiming, Uncle Mo." Shall I call you uncle? What the hell do you want?"

Mo Yiming put the cup on the table, lifted Mobao from his arms and threw it away.

Poor Mobao is always being thrown around.

"Leng Qiange, don't forget, you said thank you to me yourself. Don't...... Is that all you have to be sincere?" he walked up to me and looked at him condescendingly.

Mo Yiming is very tall, and I was only 1.7 meters tall to his shoulders, and I could only see his face when I looked up. Standing across from him, I always felt a little oppressive.

"But, you, you're obviously deliberately making things difficult, and it's fun to play tricks on me?"

"Uh-huh!" he curled the corners of his lips and leaned over to my ear, "I just like to tease you." ”

"You ......" I looked up at him, "Mo Yiming, don't go too far." ”

"Haha......" He suddenly laughed twice and walked towards the cohabitation contract attached to the wall: "Leng Qiange, you look so cute when you are angry, I like it." ”

Of course, I just thought about this sentence in my heart and didn't dare to say it. I admit that I can't beat him, can't I hide?

'Tear~', Mo Yiming pulled the contract down, crumpled it into a ball, raised his hand and threw it......

The ball of paper crossed the air in a perfect arc and landed into the trash can with unmistakable accuracy.

"From now on, it's up to me to make the contract. ”

"Why!" I walked up to him: "Mo Yiming, if you don't bully people like this, don't you owe you a favor, I ......"

"No, no, no......" he shook his fingers: "It's not that I owe me a favor, but ...... Owe me my life. ”

"So, your life is mine. He stretched out his index finger and poked me in the place of my heart: "From the moment you got married, everything you have is mine." Given you so long, you still haven't accepted the fact that I'm your husband?"

"I ......" I was suddenly choked by him and couldn't speak.

"Leng Qiange, I won't give you any more time. Whether you accept it or not, I am your husband. He pressed my shoulder, and his domineering tone was unquestionable: "The rules in the future can only be set by me." ”