Su Ran was even more proud, looked at Jun Xiang with small eyes, and snorted at him, "You still hurt me, you are a big villain, you are not allowed to eat this dish." ”

"Why don't I eat it, I'm going to eat ......it," Jun Xiang said, and immediately took chopsticks and grabbed a piece of cowboy bone and sent it to his mouth.

Look, within thirty seconds, Jun Dashao's IQ will be lowered by his little fiancée.

Wushuang shook his head with a smile again, took another piece and put it in the bowl of the man next to him, and said softly, "You like to eat this the most, eat it quickly." ”

Mu Jinchen's heart warmed, and he pulled Wushuang's little hand from under the table and squeezed it, before he began to eat elegantly.

The same dining table, two pairs of beautiful people, two completely different styles, achieve two completely different happiness.

Happiness is not inevitable, love has thousands of forms, and what suits you is the best.

It was almost eleven o'clock in the evening when the pair of living treasures were sent away.

It was already half past eleven at night when Wushuang came out of the shower, and she was so sleepy that she couldn't open her eyes, so she sat in front of the dresser, wiping her hair with a towel in her hand.

The man who was lying on the bed reading couldn't read anymore, put down the book in his hand, walked up to the little woman, took the towel in her hand, and gently wiped it for her.

Wushuang sat on the chair, lazily closed one eye and glanced at the man secretly, and simply hugged his thigh.

Such coquettish actions naturally pleased Mu Jinchen, and the little woman became gentle, and no matter how cold and hard her heart was, she would melt in an instant.

Fu Zhizhi's soul leaned over and kissed her cheek, and then took the hair dryer on the side to help her dry her hair little by little.

The little woman didn't speak, let him move, and when he put down the hair dryer, he found that the little woman had fallen asleep against him like this.

He sighed softly and carefully took Mushuang in his arms and walked towards the tatami mat.

Wushuang had just finished taking a bath, and the skin on her face was still a little flushed, the man leaned over to cover her with the quilt, the familiar fragrance hit, the same bath liquid, she could exude a different smell after using it, it was a woman who belonged to him, his Wushuang taste.

The big hand couldn't help but caress the little woman's cheek lightly, and then dropped a kiss on her forehead.

Just as he was about to get up, the little woman suddenly reached out and hugged his neck, and her pink cherry lips muttered, "Mu Jinchen...... Sleepy...... Sleep ......"

Mu Jinchen hooked the corners of his lips, touched the little woman's forehead, and gently dropped a kiss on her cherry lips, "Good dreams, my girl." ”

Then he took her hand down and went up from the other end of the bed, gently hugged the little woman into his arms, and then had a good night's sleep.

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In the blink of an eye, it is Xia Jinrong's first seventh, according to the customs of S City, the first seven is a festival for ghosts, and it is also the day when the soul returns home for the first time, and it is necessary to carry out a sacrificial ceremony.

The summer garden in the early morning was not as deserted as before, and the old butler instructed the servants to prepare the sacrificial items early.

After this period of buffering, the Xia family basically accepted the fact that Xia Jinrong was no longer there, but on this day, Xia Yuan's air pressure was still very low, and a lot of sadness had just dissipated, and it seemed that it was slowly gathering again.

Jing Hongyuan and Xia Muxue got up early to get up, and Xia Muxue still had to rely on a wheelchair, so Jing Hongyuan was always by her side, never leaving.

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