"Let's slow down a little bit, put the kids down, you two rest for a while, and let Ling Chen and Xiyue come down and take a walk."

Yan Huaiqing panted and looked at Mu Zhuoyao, who was already sweating a thin layer, took out a tissue from his pocket, and gently wiped it off for him.

"Good. Let's lead the morning together. Mu Zhuoyao quietly enjoyed the service of his little wife, then put down the child and grabbed the child with his left hand.

Yan Huaiqing held Mu Lingchen's hand with his right hand, and slowly climbed the stairs step by step with Xiao Tuanzi.

In this way, they slowly arrived at the entrance of the temple, a maroon red gate with two ancient door buckles hanging from it.

Stepping over the high threshold, the first thing that catches the eye is a large bronze incense tripod, which is filled with high and low sandalwood.

Immediately afterward, bursts of sandalwood give people a sense of reassurance. This may be the taste of faith, Yan Huaiqing thought to himself.

With Xiangding as the center, there are large and small Buddha statues and Bodhisattva halls all around, and the main hall facing the door is the largest.

They walked directly to the front, taking into account the reason for the large number of people, Mu Zhuoyao hugged the child as soon as he entered the door, and at the same time held Yan Huaiqing with the other hand.

"Watch out for the steps." Mu Zhuoyao looked at Yan Huaiqing who was looking around with a doting face, and carefully took her hand to lift it.

Yan Huaiqing's body instinctively raised his legs and stepped in.

She has rarely been to the temple, and compared to what she has been before, it is simply a small thing, and everything in front of her makes her amazed.

Of course, Yan Huaiqing is not the only one who has this kind of thought.

"Wow, it really lives up to its name. Fast! He, let's hurry up. Song Meilun directly took He Cheng's arm and excitedly pulled him to the hall.

The hall is dedicated to the Buddha, the huge statue is tall and stands straight to the roof, and the walls of the hall are rows of small Arhat statues, which seem to be countless.

When the two little ones saw so many statues, they babbled and grabbed the front. attracted many people around to look at this pleasing person.

"Oh my God! Is that Mu Zhuoyao? The president who single-handedly founded Wen's company. Mom, I'm out of breath! A young woman was excited.

"Really? He's so handsome, but he should be married. The other woman looked at Yan Huaiqing and the child beside him pointedly.

"But that's her ex-wife, I heard, they're divorced. Looking at it this way, the president should go out to play with the children. What a good man! "The woman who just recognized Mu Zhuoyao was only willing to believe in her own self-deception.

"So, I have a chance......"

Yan Huaiqing plucked out his ears a little unsightly, and glanced at Mu Zhuoyao fiercely, which obviously meant: Look at the rotten peach blossoms around you.

"I can't see my Ah Jing, it turned out to be a small vinegar jar." Mu Zhuoyao touched Yan Huaiqing's soft black hair, and suddenly approached her ear and spoke bewilderingly.

Yan Huaiqing's ears turned red very uncompetitively, and he hurriedly pushed him away.

"You are not allowed to come nonsense, this is a pure land of Buddhism." Yan Huaijing secretly glanced at the people around him, and found that everyone was looking at him, so he couldn't help but say angrily.

"There are so many people watching, Mu Zhuoyao, you are serious." Suddenly thinking of what the woman said, he lowered his head gloomily and whispered.

"Besides, we're not husband and wife now."

Mu Zhuoyao couldn't help but be a little annoyed when he thought of what happened before. It seems that something has to start to get up to speed.

But seeing that his little wife cared so much, Mu Zhuoyao smiled very comfortably.

It seems that she has to use practical actions to "swear" that the ownership is her alone, and then glanced at Yan Huaiqing quite meaningfully.

Feeling Mu Zhuoyao's cloudy turn to sunny, he was stunned for a moment, Yan Huaiqing had a feeling of digging a pit and filling it by himself. I wanted to open my mouth to explain something, but I was really bitter in my heart.

In this way, the two of them had their own thoughts, visited the temple, and after praying for blessings, they and Song Meilun went home separately.

Looking at the fleeting scenery outside the window, Yan Huaiqing wanted to look back, but he couldn't change it.

Just like himself and Mu Zhuoyao, I have experienced so much. No one has pierced that layer of paper, maybe it's good now.

Mu Zhuoyao swept the bitterness at the bottom of her eyes, directly hugged her to the bedroom, lowered his head and kissed the corner of her eyes warmly, "Ah Jing, my Mu Zhuoyao's wife is only you, have you forgotten what you said not long ago?" ”

"You are my life...... Qin Qin," Yan Huaiqing whispered.

Before he finished speaking, a soft patch of his lips was blocked.

Mu Zhuoyao kissed her and didn't let her continue. He also knew her heart, and his voice was hoarse: "Ah Jing, I love you!" ”

Yan Huaiqing rarely heard the cold Mu Zhuoyao express his love for himself so directly, as if those gloomy emotions just now had been swept away.

His hands also took the initiative to wrap around his neck and began to slowly respond to him.

Mu Zhuoyao's eyes locked on her softly, and he couldn't restrain her when he saw her intentions. Precisely caught her red lips, absorbing every inch of sweetness.

Yan Huaiqing's face was red from her kiss, and he gradually closed his eyes and became entangled with his lips and teeth. His heart trembled slightly, as if there was an electric current flowing through his body.

I can't remember how many times I kissed Mu Zhuoyao, but every time I kissed, Yan Huaiqing had a feeling of a deer bumping into each other.

The lip flap slowly moved behind the base of her ear, and Yan Huaiqing couldn't help but moan......

The room is full of beauty, and the air is filled with ambiguity.

Early the next morning, Yan Huaiqing's alarm clock rang, and he habitually reached out to touch his side, the temperature in the quilt was gone, thinking that he should get up early.

After washing up, it's time to go downstairs and get ready for breakfast. From a distance, I saw Mu Zhuoyao sitting at the dining table, wearing a suit tailored to France, and his slender and well-defined fingers were flipping through a contract, watching intently.

Graceful and elegant, with a demeanor, Mo Shang's son Yan Ruyu. Mu Zhuoyao belongs to the kind of person who has the temperament of a domineering president, but is bright and upright in his bones.

When Yan Huaiqing was savoring Mu Zhuoyao's face, Mu Zhuoyao suddenly raised his head and looked at her, looking at each other in pairs.

Yan Huaiqing dodged his gaze crampedly, a little weak and stupid.

Mu Zhuoyao had already discovered her careful thoughts, and said expressionlessly: "Ah Jing, I know that I am very good-looking, but you don't have to stand there stupidly all the time to look stupid. ”

Yan Huaiqing subconsciously walked to his seat, pretending to be calm and picked up the milk and took a sip.

The corners of Mu Zhuoyao's mouth were slightly imperceptible with a smile.