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Chapter 1553 Sweet Marriage Chapter 114 My wife is angry, how can I leave?

"Still angry about me going back to China to celebrate Feifeizihao's birthday?" His tone became gloomy and cold.

"No." Hao Xiaoman shook his head, not understanding why he brought the topic to Rong Feifei and Rong Zihao again.

But he just frowned and stared at her without saying a word, obviously not believing her.

She suddenly couldn't laugh or cry: "I really didn't! I was really angry before, I admit it, but after you said it, I also felt that what I did was wrong. You have a good relationship with Rong Feifei and sister, and you have made a promise first. Come back There is nothing wrong with celebrating their birthdays for them! I was self-willed before, and I apologize to you."

The last sentence she said was extremely serious and pious.

But Nan Mubai didn't feel happy because of this, instead, his mood became more and more gloomy.

Obviously, she was indeed as he hoped, well-behaved and sensible, and she stopped throwing temper tantrums, but why did the uneasiness in her heart become more and more intense?
Hao Xiaoman looked at his expression, then at Lin Qian who was still standing outside the car, and then said cautiously: "The reason why you waited until now is... If that's the case, then we'll find a hotel..."

Nan Mubai laughed angrily at her: "Hao Xiaoman, look at your current appearance, do you think I have an appetite?"

"..."

Hao Xiaoman misunderstood the "appearance" in his mouth, thinking that he disliked her current embarrassment, and his face was not very good.

She has given way to him and thought of him everywhere, how could he embarrass her so bluntly?
"Just find another woman if you don't have an appetite." After she finished speaking, she stopped talking, broke free from his hand and got out of the car.

Because of the excessive play, this sleep was extraordinarily deep. When I woke up, my vision was pitch black, and I could hear Deng Meng's soft typing on the notebook.

Her throat was so dry that it was about to smoke, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath: "Honey, pour me a glass of water, I'm so thirsty."

After a break, he was so tired that he didn't even bother to move a finger.

There was a clear sound of the bench moving, the ding-dong sound of water being poured out of the kettle, and then the sound of someone approaching.

She was dazed and struggling to sit up, when suddenly a powerful hand reached out behind her, firmly clasped her waist, and brought her up with a little effort.

Such steady and steady strength is definitely not what a woman should have.

Hao Xiaoman was taken aback, turned his head, the tip of his nose brushed against the man's well-made suit, and the familiar mint fragrance penetrated his nostrils.

"Nan Mubai?" She widened her eyes.

"Hmm." A man's warm voice came from above her head, and the water glass was brought to her lips: "The water is a bit hot, drink it slowly."

She took a few sips of his hand, sat up straight, and stared at his blurred face in the darkness: "Why haven't you left yet?"

Isn't there important work to do in New York?Will something happen if he doesn't go back like this?

"My wife is angry, how can I leave?" Nan Mubai said in a calm voice, got up and put the water glass on the table, and took a few steps to turn on the light.

There was a sudden bright light in front of her eyes, and Hao Xiaoman's pupils shrank uncomfortably. She sat on the bed blankly, repeating his phrase 'wife' over and over again in her mind.

This was the first time he called her wife, and he called her calmly and naturally, as if he had called her so countless times.

Nan Mubai returned to the bed and sat down, the small single bed couldn't bear his weight and made a 'squeak' sound.

(End of this chapter)