Distressed? Mu Chu didn't think that in fact, most of the time she wanted to go home only by herself.

However, it's still nice to have broad shoulders around you when you sleep, haha!

Mu Chu didn't say what he thought, but the little abacus in his heart crackled.

Ling Cheng liked Mu Chu's little appearance of pondering and calculating him, he was a psychopath who had been masochized to the point of perversion.

Just revolve around him, what about calculating him? It's always his wife.

"Alright, let's get some rest early. By the way, your phone has been broken. I have asked the driver to order it, I can receive it tomorrow, don't go out until I can't be contacted. ”

Ling Cheng took out his limited-edition phone from his pocket and waved at Mu Chu. By the way, she opened the number in the phone and took a look, the new number she chose for Mu Chu was her birthday, but she only read the number silently in her heart and didn't tell Mu Chu.

Mu Chu frowned when he looked at his phone, knowing that that brand of phone symbolized identity, but she didn't like it very much, and the previous phone had been with her for three years, and the fruit mobile phone that had eliminated several generations was still very easy to use, thinking about it, it was not very customary, so he muttered in a low voice, "The appearance of the nouveau riche, that phone is too ostentatious." ”

Seeing that this limited edition phone has a keyboard, in Ling Cheng's opinion, it is not to show his identity more, but just for convenience. For example, today's incident, if Mu Chu was so nervous at that time that he didn't remember that there was still a voice function, or if he Ling Cheng hadn't set up a voice call for Mu Chu's phone before, then something would definitely happen today, and it would still be a big deal.

It's too late to regret it.

Ling Cheng was not deaf, so he naturally heard what she said, so he said, "The old woman is like nagging, if you don't like to take it, just put it in your bag, and buy another fruit!" ”

Mu Chu pouted, she actually didn't want to have too many things in common with Ling Cheng.

This kind of thinking is like a child sulking because of something when he is playing a game.

Mu Chu always felt that life with Ling Cheng and his wife was different from that of a normal couple, so he always regarded himself as an outsider, but whenever he was a little bit synchronized with Ling Cheng, he would feel uncomfortable.

In the past, I didn't think this idea was crazy or strange with Ling Cheng, but after marrying Ling Cheng recently, I always felt that the intimacy between me and a man would make her unbearable.

Especially the other party is still a Ling Cheng who can cover the sky with one hand.

She just wants to keep some habits of her own in life.

But she found that it seemed that her habits of life were long gone.

Ling Cheng likes white clothes, and his recent clothes are all white.

Ling Cheng likes limited-edition design clothes, and the things that belong to Mu Chu that can be seen at home are the same brand and style inside and out.

This kind of Tonghua has unconsciously taken root in Mu Chu's bone marrow, but he doesn't know it.

This...... It's kind of scary.

But why is it a little sweet?

Mu Chu looked down at the clothes on his body that were completely different from his usual style, and he was very puzzled.

Ling Cheng saw that Mu Chu was still stunned on the sofa, he couldn't think of what her little head was still pondering, and he didn't allow her to continue to think nonsense, he turned around and came back after walking a few steps away, and picked up Mu Chu with bent over.

Ling Cheng sighed a little, Mu Chu seemed to have lost weight.

It would be uncomfortable to sleep, and she was too thin to be in good health.

I was worried about hurting her when I tossed it at night.

Glancing at Mu Chu's wounds, Ling Cheng once again held back the idea of beating Ling Cheng in his heart and said to Mu Chu, "If you have something to talk about tomorrow, I'll give you a bath." ”

Mu Chu sighed, his brain was still in a fugue.

After a while, she understood what Ling Cheng said, "I will wash myself, everyone will wash everyone, don't take a bath." ”

Ling Cheng smiled, and never gave her a chance to take a bath by herself, "Well, you wash yours, I wash mine, it's just in the same bathtub." Shut up and talk less when you're hurt. ……”

Someone:......

After being silent for a while, Ling Cheng said again, "It's cute to be nice." ”

in the bathroom.

Mu Chu sat on the table of the bathtub with a towel and looked at himself in the mirror.

She had been lying on the sofa by Ling Cheng before, and she didn't pay attention to what she looked like, but at this time, there was a kind of embarrassment after being humiliated, and the hair on her forehead didn't know when a small piece was missing, and there were bruises on her face, needless to say, especially on her neck, and the two clear kiss marks on her chest that were shocking, as if she had just done something with Ling Cheng.

The fire that had just been extinguished in the stomach was rising layer by layer.

But Ling Cheng had already seen that she was so embarrassed, why didn't he remind her?

Ling Cheng is that bastard, she must seize the opportunity to teach him a good lesson.

With a fist.

Hemp eggs!

When Ling Cheng came in, he saw Mu Chu looking at the mirror, as if he was sulking with himself.

She is like that, hey, Ling Cheng really wants to teach Ling Cheng a lesson in person, otherwise it will be difficult to understand the hatred in his heart.

But now, the most important thing is Mu Chu.

Ling Cheng got closer, and only then did he clearly see the black blue on my back and the cool and clear kiss marks on her chest.

This is tolerable or intolerable.

Ling Cheng hung the pajamas he had just prepared at the door and turned around and went out.

Mu Chu glanced back at Ling Cheng and ignored him, the ghost knew what he was doing.

After coming out, Ling Cheng's hand holding the phone was trembling faintly because of forbearance.

The frowning brows suddenly became a Sichuan character, and he quickly sent a text message to the secretary, and saw that he replied: Okay.

Only then did he exhale and suppress the anger in his heart, and went back to the bathroom again.

The assistant who had just gotten off work on the other side pursed his thin lips helplessly as he stared at the text message, and muttered, "What's wrong with Mr. Ling, even if it's looking for silk, it won't be like this." Forget about beating people, this ...... Ahem, take off one of his hands? ”

Ling Cheng, who came back again, was in a much better mood and reached out to turn on the faucet.

The gentle water from the shower flowed out, instantly blasting away the cool air in the bathroom.

Ling Cheng turned around and locked the bathroom door, and then walked behind Mu Chu.

Mu Chu turned his head to look at him, and said a little unhappily, "Didn't I say that I would wash it myself, what are you doing here?" ”

Ling Cheng didn't hear the clothes he had begun to take off, and came over to pull the tightly wrapped towel on Mu Chu's body.

But Mu Chu himself only noticed his front but not his back, so he naturally didn't know that Ling Cheng was sulking because of it before.

He endured it again and again, but his arms still trembled.

After a while, he came down in a deep voice and said, "Obedient, by the way, I will help you apply the ointment, the back is very dirty!" ”

Mu Chu turned his head to look at his back, but he didn't see anything, but thinking that Ling Cheng was tearing with her at that time, the pen and ink on the table were spilled on the ground, and he was sure that he was not much better, but he really couldn't wash it clean.

"Oh, well! Then you can wipe my back for me and go out! ”

Ling Cheng didn't agree, took a towel and washed it and covered it on Mu Chu's back, and was silent for a while before continuing to scrub.

Mu Chu was still sitting on the edge of the bathtub and did not move, looking at Ling Cheng's face through the mirror in front of him that was already stained with a heavy mist, and looking at Ling Cheng's face that was becoming more and more unclear, Mu Chu had another hazy and indescribable illusion, whether it was good or bad, she couldn't say clearly.

Ling Cheng's hands were very gentle, and the warm water flowed through the towel on her delicate back.

The instantly swollen emotions spread across Ling Cheng's body.

He endured no expression, and seemed to be really helping Mu Chu wipe the black blue on his back.

Mu Chu squinted her eyes in enjoyment, the temperature in the bathroom rose, she was a little dizzy, and her straight back gradually withered.

Ling Cheng dragged her back with one hand, and with the other hand, he wrapped her in his arms.

Mu Chu's head lay under his arm, and sleepiness swept over him.

Mu Chu was so tired that a string that had been tense in his body finally broke at this moment.

But even if he soon entered the dream, Mu Chu's dream was always suffering from nightmares.

The marks on his brow are heavier.

Ling Cheng looked down at the woman in his arms, his slender eyebrows and eyes tangled with unknown emotions.

Is it heartache or helplessness, pity or regret?

Thinking about the purpose of taking the initiative to approach Mu Chu, one day he was suddenly tortured by her and life was worse than death, and the changes and struggles in his heart were like being pulled by someone on a thorny rope.

If one day she knew her dirty purpose, would she still be willing to stay by her side, even if she pretended to be a happy married couple, right?

The reason why she can still lie quietly in her arms is really just because she is her wife?

In the end, does she have a little place in her heart?

If so, how much.

If not, is the person she cares about the most in Mu Chu's heart him, or the Xiao Wei who has been behind her all the time, or Ling Cheng, who has hurt her deeply?

Ling Cheng, who had always been smart, couldn't see through it at this time.

But this real feeling of wanting to get her has taken root and sprouted like a demon in his body, and he is crazy and crazy, and his whole person is distorted.

Ling Cheng never expected that the woman he had met in an accident would suddenly and inadvertently plunge into his body like this, and he was tormented to death.

I want to get it, but I can't get it.

He inhaled softly, and the burning and uncomfortable feeling in his heart became more real.

She was intoxicated, squinting her eyes for a long time, and she couldn't tell whether it was real or fantasy.

But she still asked the question that had been hidden in her heart for a long time.

"Ling Cheng, you like me, don't you?"

The man next to him squinted his eyes as if he was asleep, but his well-proportioned breathing trembled slightly after this question.

In the darkness, he couldn't see the fluttering eyelashes, but Ling Chengzi could feel the sound of his heartbeat beating wildly.

Bump, bump, bump, to smash open the chest.

The spread palm fell behind Mu Chu's ear, suddenly tightened, and encircled the woman in his arms like water.

He wanted to get her hard again.

This thought ruthlessly occupied the sleepiness that Ling Cheng had already covered, and he instantly sobered up.

Bowing his head, another domineering kiss struck.

Mu Chu snorted twice, but he didn't even have the strength to resist.

The sky is bright, and the body is reluctant to separate.

The corners of Ling Cheng's satisfied mouth turned up, and he went to the bathroom again to clean up the person who had fallen asleep early.

The next day, it was already three shots a day.

Mu Chu grabbed the alarm clock on the bedside and looked at it for five seconds before a fierce man sat up.