President, my wife has returned to her mother's house

Chapter 128
"...You, gentle scum..." Wen Hua closed her eyes tightly.

The man snorted softly, with a low alcoholic voice: "Well, gentle scum."

……

His Adam's apple rolled, he pursed his lips tightly, his eyes getting darker and darker.

After he finished, he put the medicine bottle back on the bedside table and flexed his slightly stiff knuckles.

Pulling back the pillow covering her face, revealing a small face, it was really... very destructive.

Holding back his restlessness, he leaned over and kissed the corner of her mouth, saying in a hoarse voice, "Have a good rest."

After the person left, Wenhua gasped for air and turned to look at the ointment on the bedside.

He used up half the bottle!

Sven scum!

After calming down her crazy, shameful and angry mood, she couldn't bear the fatigue and fell into a deep sleep. When she woke up again, it was six o'clock in the afternoon.

Luo Qingyu's phone call woke me up.

"Hey?"

"Listening to your voice, are you still awake?" Luo Qingyu laughed, "That's awesome, Mr. Xi."

Wen Hua bit her lip, getting angry when she thought of her unreliable cousin, "It's not because of you."

Luo Qingyu, who was eating melon, paused, "Huh? What did I do?"

"Who told you that your reading comprehension ability was not good enough? When he found out, he blamed me and thought I was slandering him."

"Oh." Luo Qingyu suddenly realized, "So he tidied you up so that you couldn't get out of bed?"

"Mr. Xi is so powerful. I tell you by my own example that you can't speak ill of people behind their backs. How did you feel last night?"

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Wen Hua; "I don't want to talk to you within 48 hours. I'm hanging up."

I hung up the phone and threw the phone aside. I endured the pain and got up and went to the bathroom to wash up briefly.

Looking at the mottled patch on her neck, she bit her lip slightly.

how do you feel?
What else can I do.
Xi Mo brought dinner to her room. After eating, she said with a cold face that she wanted to sleep alone, but the man didn't say anything to agree.

Probably he also knew that he went a little too far last night.

Wen Hua didn't go out for a whole weekend. When she went to school on Monday, she deliberately wore high-collared clothes to cover the marks on her neck.

Fortunately, wearing this in winter won’t make anyone feel weird.

This is the last week of school. After this week, we will have a long winter vacation. Because there are so many things in the last week, she stays in the study room after returning home, and even asks to sleep in the guest bedroom at night.

Xi Mo said that he had wanted to invite her back to the master bedroom several times, but this was the first time and she got scared. She didn't have a good attitude toward him for several days, and it was impossible for her to take the bait and go to the master bedroom on her own.

So, the man who had just started eating meat was left hanging for a week.

On the weekend, Wen Hua finally had a holiday. He wanted to spend time with his wife at home, but he didn't want her to take him seriously and went out to play with friends.

Xie Juan and Fu Ming happened to come to Tongcheng and asked him to go have a drink. He went to the appointment with nowhere to vent his anger.

"Hey, what's wrong with you two? Your faces are as dark as dark clouds in winter. Ordinary people can't make you so depressed and angry." Fu Ming held a glass of wine on his fingertips with a gloating smile on his face. "Let me make a blind guess. It should be Mrs. Xie and Mrs. Xi."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xi Mo's already indifferent handsome face tightened and became silent.

Xie Jun, who was standing next to him, frowned in displeasure. After drinking a glass of Remy, he couldn't hold back his words. "It was a marriage at the beginning. She said that after the marriage, everyone would do their own thing. As long as they don't cause trouble to both families, everything would be fine." , last month I was drinking in a bar, and a woman happened to strike up a conversation with me. She bumped into me, and we ended up having a cold war with me for a week. I obviously didn’t do anything, so how could she be so angry with me? She was having fun outside. I’m still crazy. I didn’t get angry with her, didn’t listen to her explanation, and even went to dinner with her ex-boyfriend to purposely make me angry.”

　Today I didn’t type any words for the whole day in order to revise the manuscript. It was purely for my mental state.

　　Okay, I’d better write less ambiguous dramas in the future.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)