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

Usually guarding this small villa here is a 60-year-old Frenchman. He does not speak Chinese, but he can speak French and English. Dongfang Mo communicates with him in French, while Mu Ru communicates with him in English. he communicates,

As soon as they entered the courtyard, Yunheng and Yunzai burst into tears. Of course they were hungry, because there were too many people in the car, and the nurse was too embarrassed to breastfeed in public, so the two children were always hungry.

The two nannies carried the two children to the nursery to breastfeed the children. Wang Ma was busy and went to the kitchen to cook. Mu Ru walked into the hall and slowly walked upstairs with her hands on the crescent-shaped stairs.

In a typical European style, the first floor is the hall, restaurant, kitchen and other places for entertaining guests, the second floor is the baby room of the guest room, and the third floor is an independent space, only the living room and a very large room, and the outside of the room is a large balcony .

Mu Ru likes this spacious balcony very much. It is rare to see this kind of bedroom and living room balcony open in China, so after she went upstairs, she didn't even enter the room, and went straight to the balcony.

Dongfang Mo followed her up, and seeing her heading straight to the balcony, he also went straight to the balcony, looking for her figure.

Standing on the balcony, it was in the evening, the sun was setting, and the lavender in the courtyard was in full bloom, echoing the sunset in the west, so beautiful that people couldn't take their eyes off it.

"Dongfang, it's so beautiful here," Mu Ru leaned on the railing, looked at the light purple Xi Yuanyuan in the entire courtyard, and said to Dongfang Mo who was hugging her with both arms behind him: "I want to paint this beautiful scenery with a brush." , this is a rare natural landscape.”

"Well, it's beautiful," Dongfang Mo replied indistinctly, his jaw dropped from the top of her hair, his thin lips moved to her ear, slightly parted, and held her earlobe: "However, no matter how beautiful the scenery is, It is not as beautiful as you, in my eyes, you are the protagonist of this scenery."

"Hey, Dongfang, it's still evening, I want to draw," Mu Ru couldn't help exclaiming, "Damn it, where should Dongfang Mo put his hand?"What she was wearing today was a long chiffon dress with a V-neck, unexpectedly, it was convenient for him invisibly.

"Well, I want to draw too," Dongfang Mo was still vague, holding her in both hands and walking towards the bedroom, with her round earlobe in his mouth, "It's not like you don't know, I have a paintbrush for used to draw you."

Mu Ru was so angry that she couldn't help but beat him with her hands, and said a little angrily, "Dongfang Mo, it's not dark yet, can you be more serious?"

Dongfang Mo was noncommittal to her words, what happened when it was not dark?He wants to be lingering with his wife, what does this have to do with whether it is dark or not?Who made the rule that it must be dark to overlap tenderness and affection with his wife?

Serious?God, isn't he serious enough?How to be serious?

"Dongfang Mo," Mu Ru couldn't beat him, and his hand was still shamelessly pulling the zipper on the side of her skirt, so she quickly grabbed his hand and said in a low voice, "We took a long-distance plane. , and then took the car again, and your villa is on the mountainside, we walked nearly a kilometer, and we were sweating all over, and now the whole body smells of sweat, and I haven't taken a shower yet. ..."

"Well, it's true." Dongfang Mo finally lifted his head from her neck, hugged her and walked towards the bathroom, but continued to spit out shameless words from his thin lips: "Then let's take a bath together, and take a bath together."