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

Dongfang Mo's hands froze in the air immediately, and then raised his thick eyebrows, then handed the towel in his hand to the woman in the bathtub, turned around, and walked towards the bedroom.

The mobile phone kept screaming in the bag on the bedside table. He walked over in two or three steps, unzipped the bag, and took out the screaming cube, feeling the urge to smash it immediately.

"Is my phone ringing?" A woman's voice came from the bathroom door.

He raised his head when he heard the voice, and immediately saw that she had come out of the bathroom door. For a moment, there seemed to be a flash of light in his eyes, and that light was like a bolt of lightning, splitting the silent night sky.

Mu Ruying's white feet stepped on the black and mirror-like ebony floor, like a white lotus flower blooming on a lotus pond, and her loose, wet hair hung down her shoulders naturally, dotted with crystal water drops, which set off a beautiful scene. Zhang's delicate melon-seeded face became more and more pointed, and her eyes, which were as clear as black pearls, shone like black diamonds under the light.

The bath towel was very big, maybe it was because I was anxious that I didn't wrap myself well, at this time I was pinching the place where the bath towel was tied on my chest with my hands, maybe because of the nervousness, there was a baby-like blush on my cheeks, as if I had suddenly emerged in the desert. A stream of clear spring came out, so pure that people couldn't take their eyes off it.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Mu Ru couldn't help but took two steps forward cautiously, and then asked again: "Is my phone ringing?"

"Yes," he finally came back to his senses, and quickly took her mobile phone and handed it over. Seeing her wet feet on the floor, he was afraid that she would slip, and after handing her the mobile phone, he picked her up and walked towards beside the bed.

She was startled and couldn't help struggling, but just happened to be carried by him to the bed and put down.

When she stared at him, he laughed and said in a low voice: "You step on the ground with wet feet, I'm afraid that if you slip and drop the baby in your stomach."

She was taken aback for a moment, ignored him, and immediately pressed the answer button on the phone. Before she could speak, Xi Muxue's voice came in an octave higher voice: "Xi Muru, didn't you go back to get the money? It's been three hours If you haven’t come yet, where did you die?”

Mu Ru was yelled at by Mu Xue on the phone before she realized that she was supposed to go home and get the card to withdraw money, but it was because the newspaper in the taxi made her dizzy with anger, and then she came to Dongfang in a daze. The group is looking for Dongfang Mo.

Just as Mu Ru was about to explain, the impatient Xi Muxue yelled on the phone again: "Xi Muru, I'm asking you something, where did you die? Ah? Why haven't you rushed over yet?"

Dongfang Mo, who was standing by the side, couldn't listen anymore, and directly snatched the phone from Mu Ru, and then coldly said to the shouting woman on the phone: "Xi Muxue, I warn you, Mu Ru is My wife is Mrs. Dongfang, the hostess of One Inch Mo City. She is no longer the servant at Xi's house who lets you yell at me. If I hear you yelling at Mu Ru again next time, Be careful that I will cut off your tongue and make you speechless for the rest of your life."

The cell phone was immediately quiet, and there was no sound for a long time, and Dongfang Mo didn't want to hear that ghost screaming again, so he waited for two seconds after speaking, and then quickly cut off the phone and turned it off.

"What's going on?" Seeing that the woman on the bed was already dressing herself, Dongfang Mo couldn't help raising his brows: "Why are you in contact with Xi Muxue again? Didn't you tell you to ignore her?"