Marry first, love later: wife, don't divorce

Dongfang Yu saw that Mu Ru brought two pots into the kitchen and never came back to the restaurant again. Of course, the tea he asked for was not brought, and even a cup of boiled water was not brought to him.

Well, this woman Xi Muru has a lot of opinions on him at the moment, and he doesn't care about her. He sat on the sofa for a few minutes and felt bored, so he simply stood up and walked towards the kitchen.

The kitchen with two bedrooms and one living room is not big, and he just came to the door of the kitchen, but instead of going in, he leaned against the door frame and looked at the woman who was making dumplings with her head lowered and concentrating.

He remembered that at Dongfang's house, she occasionally went into the kitchen, and he remembered accompanying her to Gui Ning, when she got home, she went into the kitchen, and then made her specialty lion head.

When she went back that day, she used an insulated lunch box to give Dongfang Mo a lion's head. She said that with Dongfang Mo's face, she probably didn't have to eat Dongfang's food except for Dongfang's family's food.

At that time, her heart was still on Dongfang Mo. She said that Dongfang Mo was her husband. If she didn't love him, who would she care about?

Now, in less than half a year, she is making dumplings for another man, and her love for Dongfang Mo must be used to love Zheng Yifan, right?

Thinking of this, his nose felt inexplicably sour, but his heart was full of anger. Why did she move on so quickly?Didn't she say that she would stick to Dongfang for the rest of her life?

Looking at the little woman with her head lowered and her hands flying fast, at the flower-like dumplings placed beside her, and at her slender waist and slightly raised buttocks, His lower abdomen tensed uncontrollably almost instantly.

In the end, he couldn't hold back, stepped in, and hugged her who was making dumplings from behind with both arms, and quickly moved her thin lips to her ears, exhaling hot breath, and the deep and hoarse voice was She whispered in her ear: "Mu Ru, I..."

Mu Ru threw away the dumpling in her hand almost instantly, grasped Dongfang Yu's hand with both hands, clenched her teeth and forcefully opened it, then turned around quickly, broke away from Dongfang Yu's embrace, and quickly moved to the side After moving two steps, his eyes as cold as frost hit the face of the man in front of him, and his voice as cold as ice echoed in the kitchen: "Second Young Master Dongfang, may I trouble you to be more self-respecting?"

"Self-respect?" Dongfang Yu was taken aback for a moment when he heard this, and then laughed all of a sudden, then took two steps closer to Mu Ru, reached out to lift her jaw, and squeezed it tightly——

The head was lowered slowly, and the deep pool-like eyes were getting closer to her face as the head kept going down. The skin on her face was pale but not fair, and her cheeks without makeup were slightly shiny. Dim, but still very delicate, because of the close viewing, he could almost see the fine hairs on her face, which made his heart tense for a while...

"Xi Muru, are you joking? Do I need to respect you?" The sarcasm on the corners of Dongfang Yu's lips increased, and his slightly rough fingertips groped her slightly dry lips, ambiguous and low. She said: "Woman, where on your body have I never seen? Haven't touched? Haven't touched? On that yacht, when you were moaning softly under me, when I was so considerate to you, how did you Don't call me self-respecting..."