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Chapter 2283 Sweet Marriage Chapter 844 Keep apologizing, what else do you want?
The man on the sofa was wearing a black long-sleeved thin shirt and black trousers, with his right wrist resting on his eyes, as if he had fallen asleep in extreme exhaustion.

She slowly took off her shoes and walked in barefoot. The closer she got, the stronger the scent of old wine would be.

But looking at the coffee table, there are no wine glasses or empty wine bottles.

But he still remembered to destroy the evidence, or maybe he thought she only had eyes and no nose...

After entering the bedroom and finding a blanket to cover him, she immediately sat down on the carpet in front of the sofa, leaning against the edge of the sofa with her hands folded and her chin resting, her heart restless all day, before this dawn , calmed down quietly.

The surroundings are very quiet and quiet, and the tense nerves are relaxed a little bit.

The man's profile is less than 5 centimeters away from her.

She could even clearly smell the mint fragrance mixed with the aroma of wine on his body, and hear his even and steady breathing.

Gradually, the breathing frequency became the same as him, exhale...inhale...inhale...inhale...

She tilted her head, closed her eyes and unconsciously fell asleep.

……

The familiar body temperature touched the cold skin, bringing a burst of strange stimulation.

Instantly woke up from the dream.

As soon as she raised her head, she accidentally bumped into a pair of bottomless black eyes, which became more and more unfathomable in the bright light of the morning.

The man was still half-kneeling beside her, with one hand under her knees and the other across her shoulders, and after a few seconds of silent staring at her, he said, "Why are you sleeping here? "

She rubbed her sore eyes and said in a sleepy voice, "What time is it?"

"Seven o'clock, today is Sunday, you can sleep a little longer."

As he spoke, he exerted a little force on his arms, and easily hugged her horizontally.

Hao Xiaoman waved his hand, motioning him to put himself on the sofa: "I don't want to go to the bedroom, I'll just lie here for a while, if you have anything to do, go do it."

The man frowned: "Do you think it's comfortable to sleep on the sofa?"

"..."

She was silent, raised her eyebrows, and asked without answering, "Then do you feel comfortable sleeping on the sofa?"

After all, he just slept on it for one night, so he should have more right to answer.

Nan Mubai glanced at her with a half-smile: "I asked you to sleep in the bedroom just because I knew it would be uncomfortable to sleep on it."

After the words fell, he couldn't help but carried her into the bedroom.

Hao Xiaoman didn't bother to argue with him, so he let him put himself on the bed, covered himself with a quilt, turned over and was about to go back to sleep, when he suddenly remembered something: "Do you remember going back to tell your mother today?" I'm sorry, she must be very sad these two days, and she's an elder again, she's already talking about that, and she keeps apologizing, what else do you want?"

The man raised his hand to help her brush away the hair at the nape of her neck, and flicked it aside, with a low and soft voice: "Well, I see, how long are you going to sleep for? Is there anything you want to eat? I'll bring it back for you."

She was startled, then turned to look at him: "What else are you doing here?"

"..." The man's expression faded, his thin lips were bit by bit drawn into a line, and he just stared at her without saying a word.

As if she didn't see his displeasure, she turned around again, and said lazily, "I'm not a child anymore, I know how to take care of myself, I can cook whatever I want, if you have nothing to do Don't come here."

Her answer was a suffocating silence.

(End of this chapter)