Ling Yichen held her hand, and suddenly the strength in her hand increased, and before she came back to her senses, she was already pulled into his arms.

Ling Yichen hugged her and whispered in her ear, "That...... We want to have children now, how about it? ”

As he spoke, his fingers gently probed her back, and his rough palm groped through her light clothes, Mu Ya was a little itchy, twisted, and smiled: "I'm still a child myself, how can I have a child now?" ”

He raised his head, with a handsome face with a natural smile, approached Mu Ya and said, "You just need to be in charge of life...... There are many confinement nannies and nurseries in the family, and I have me in terms of education, so I guarantee that I can develop a chubby, smart and clever heir of the Ling family. ”

As he spoke, his hand slowly moved behind Mu Ya's back, Mu Ya writhed uncomfortably, snorted lightly, and said with a smile: "Even if there are more maids and nannies at home, and more professional teachers are invited, but the mother still has to take the child, and I am not mature enough." ”

Ling Yichen had already approached her, took a bite on her collarbone, listened to her words, and laughed unconsciously: "If you had said this to me a month ago, I might have believed it, but now ......"

He held Mu Ya's waist with one hand and said with a smile: "I think you are dealing with people now, you are sophisticated, and your mind is ...... It's almost ahead of me. ”

Mu Ya hid back, and was about to speak, but Ling Yichen saw her intentions, and reached out to pull her into his own distance, and a kiss fell deep on her lips, blocking what she was about to say......

*

The next day, Mu Ya got up late.

When I got up, my back hurt.

Alas.

Ling Yichen had already gone to work, and after Mu Ya washed up, she dragged her lazy body to the restaurant, although it was almost 11 o'clock, the maid still left her breakfast,

Sitting in front of the restaurant, as soon as she started drinking porridge, Tang Chenglan came over with a magazine, sat down next to Mu Ya, her expression became a little serious, and said, "Xiaoya, did you meet the prince when you were in Los Angeles?" ”

Mu Ya swallowed the porridge in her mouth, and couldn't help but say, "Yes, what's wrong?" ”

Tang Chenglan handed the magazine to Mu Ya and said, "Look at it." ”

Mu Ya took a look at the magazine and was attracted by the cover on it.

"What's wrong with the girl's corpse being so cold in a foreign land—she's just getting closer to the prince?"

The accompanying picture is a scene photo of the chaos in Los Angeles at the time.

Domestic magazines are not allowed to have too bloody scenes, so the pictures are not very obvious.

The accompanying picture is more of a crowd at the scene of the incident, but because the picture is large, you can still see the blurry scene of the hoarfrost falling to the ground and a pool of blood.

Mu Ya couldn't help frowning tightly.

When I was in Los Angeles before, this incident had been reported by the media of good things, and I only blamed Gong Ye in every word.

But after all, he is the prince of Anguo, and there was no evidence of those things at that time, where did these domestic magazines and media dare to report and speculate at will?

Daring to report Gong Ye's gossip has nothing to do with his private life, but daring to report this kind of news is simply looking for death.

But now...... Looking at this news, Mu Ya's face became ugly.

Quickly turned to the details page of the report, and the more she looked, the more ugly Mu Ya's face became.

Although this report does not directly say that Gong Ye is the murderer, I am afraid that it is only because there is no evidence.