When the clock struck the 12th time, Wen Liang closed the book and prepared to get up and go to the upstairs room to rest.

It has been half a year since she married into the Shen family, and she doesn't return to the room until this time almost every night.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, she subconsciously turned her head, a tall figure shook in, she turned her head back expressionlessly, and stood up from the sofa.

"Why are you in a hurry? Afraid of me? ”

Shen He was born with a low-alcohol magnetic voice that sounded as good as a cello, and at this time, he was a little drunk and hoarse, which sounded even sexier. He laughed, teasingly.

Wen Liang paused and looked at him again. He looked at her, smirked, hooked his suit jacket with one hand and put it on his shoulder, and walked towards her.

Shen He has this smiling face to everyone, gentle and elegant, charming and charming.

As he approached, a breath of wine rushed into his cool nose. It was the taste of foreign wine, mixed with the faint fragrance of cologne, which was not unpleasant, but Wen Liang didn't like it, and subconsciously frowned slightly, but only for a moment, his expression returned to indifference, pursed his lips, and looked at him lightly.

His facial features are handsome, and he looks good from any angle, especially when he laughs like now, which can make the dark night shine.

However, no one is perfect, and this man with handsome looks and extraordinary worth is no exception.

He's a cripple.

Wen Liang's gaze fell on his left foot, which was slightly blinked.

Noticing her gaze, Shen He also looked down at his feet, and raised his head again for a moment, the smile on his lips deepened, quite mocking.

"It's not early, rest early, good night." Wen Liang retracted his gaze, his face did not change at all, and his voice was so faint that he couldn't hear any emotion.

She turned around and took a step, and Shen He stretched out his long arms to block in front of her, "What's the hurry." He threw the suit in his hand onto the couch next to him, took a few steps forward, and stood tall in front of her with his body instead of his arms.

There was only one light in the living room, just above his head, Shen He was tall and tall, the light was all covered by him, Wen Liang looked up at him slightly, his backlit face was still smiling, but his eyes were no longer smiling, as dark as the bottomless ancient pool, revealing a cold light.

Such eyes, Wen Liang has seen them in his eyes more than once, but they were fleeting before, and Wen Liang often thought it was his illusion. But now, it froze, like a nail nailed straight into her face.

Wen Liang felt a trace of coldness, and couldn't help but squeeze his hand, and set up a vigilance in his heart.

"What else?" Due to his profession, Wen Liang was still calm and looked him in the eyes. The cold light in his eyes disappeared suddenly, and he was full of laughter, and he didn't speak, and his body slowly leaned towards her.

Wen Liang took 2 steps back unhurriedly, but she forgot that there was a sofa behind her, and her legs suddenly touched the edge of the sofa, and her body was not steady, and she sat down.

was only startled for a second, and Wen Liang immediately calmed down again. She didn't get up immediately, and looked up at Shen He. Shen He had leaned down, his hands propped on the back of the sofa at either side of her body, trapping her under his body.

Wen Liang didn't expect it, and his eyebrows jumped suddenly, "Shen He." ”

Her face sank, and her voice became serious, with a hint of caution.

The space was suddenly cramped, and the air seemed to become thinner in an instant, and the cool and dark stabilized the breath.

"Scared?" Shen He looked at her condescendingly, and the smile on his face did not decrease.

Remembering what he said when he entered the door just now, Wen Liang said, "You're drunk." ”

She regained her composure, pushed his arm away, and was about to get up and go.

His arm didn't move.

"What the hell are you going to do?" Cool and tolerant.

Shen He didn't say a word, stared at her eyes, and for a while, he laughed lowly, raised his right hand to grab her chin, and his handsome face approached her.

Wen Liang's heart tightened slightly, but his body remained motionless, looking at him calmly.

At a distance of 3 centimeters from her face, Shen He stopped.

"What do you say I should call you, my mother is still ......" The corners of his lips rose little by little, slowed down his speech, and said word by word: "Old, mother-in-law?" ”