Don't move the power young baby wife

Chapter 88 The Woman Over the Phone

"No." Cheng Yue denied, "An unimportant phone call, it doesn't matter." He didn't intend to say more, there were some things he didn't want to annoy her in vain.

Mitya nodded, without asking any further questions, raised his hand to grab his hand, and said, "I'll do it myself, you go take a shower."

Cheng Yue thought for a while, nodded, let go, took the change of underwear and went straight into the bathroom, before closing the bathroom door, he turned his head and reminded Mi Jia, "At least wipe it until it's half dry, otherwise you won't be allowed to sleep! "

Mitya stuck out her tongue at him, "Understood."

Once before, because she was too sleepy, she fell into bed and went to sleep without wiping her hair once or twice. Unexpectedly, she woke up the next day with a splitting headache. Because of this, every time she finished washing her hair, he would always wipe it for her. Leave it on for a while, or simply blow dry with a hair dryer.

She felt every bit of his kindness to her, hid it all in her heart, and remembered every bit.

Grabbing the towel and obediently wiping her hair, she heard two sounds of 'buzzing...' between the mobile phone and the bedside table.

Curiously, he poked his head over and reached out to take his mobile phone on the bedside table. It was a new text message, but the content of the text message surprised Mi Jia.

Yue, don't be like this, I just want to have a good talk with you.

Not much content, just a few words.

The more intimate name, Mijia thought to herself, she had never called Cheng Yue like this, so familiar, so intimate.

Staring at the phone, Mi Jia forgot for a moment that her hair hadn't been dried yet, and she was a little lost in thought, but when she was lost in thought, the phone in her hand rang at this moment, it was the number that just sent a text message, and there was no signature.

Startled, Miya looked up at the bathroom, hesitating whether to pick up the phone in his hand.

And just when she was hesitating, she acted before her mind to make a judgment, she directly swiped the answer button, put the phone to her ear and listened.

It was a nice and gentle voice, and the delicate voice had the ability to make people soft to the bone.

"Yue..." The person on the other end of the phone called Cheng Yue with a charming voice.

Mitya couldn't speak, but held the phone very tightly, with great strength.

"Yue, don't hang up on me again." The voice on the other side of the phone seemed a little aggrieved, and it could be heard that the tone was still begging.

Mitya remained silent, not knowing what to say.

"Yue, let's meet and treat them as friends, okay?"

'Wow——' The bathroom door was opened, and Cheng Yue came out wearing a bathrobe from the hotel, stood at the door, looked at the phone in Mijia's hand, stopped holding the hand that was wiping his head with the towel, His eyes fixed on Mitya.

Mijia slowly removed the phone from his ear, handed it to him, and said, "I'm looking for you."

She didn't know how the woman on the phone reacted, and she didn't want to know.

Cheng Yue looked at her, his eyes flickering, but his hand did not reach out to take it.

Seeing that he didn't take it for a long time, Mi Jia reminded him, "It's a girl, you should know her."

Hearing this, Cheng Yue made a move, stepped forward, reached out and took the phone directly from her hand, but didn't pick it up, and just pressed hang up to end the call, and when he was about to turn off the phone, he just saw the phone before The incoming text message raised his eyes to Mitya.

Miya glanced away, not knowing whether to escape or what, instead of looking at him, her hands were slightly clenched while holding the towel.

Cheng Yue turned off the phone, then put it on the side cabinet again, and then reached out to take the towel in her hand, and carefully wiped her not-so-dry long hair.

Miya turned sideways, reaching out to pull back the towel in his hand, "I, I'll do it myself."

"I'll help you." Cheng Yue didn't let go, and his tone didn't show the slightest hint of discussion, a little domineering.

Seeing his insistence, Mijia didn't say anything more, and sat quietly with her hands back.

After wiping her hair for a long time, Cheng Yue finally put the towel in her hand after wiping her hair until it was seven to eight minutes dry, and then pulled her up to stand up, then sat down by himself, and said, "Help me Wiping the head."

Mitya was slightly taken aback, but still took a towel and wiped his short hair for him.

This kind of action is very ordinary and ordinary. The two of them usually exchange each other to wipe the wet hair that has just been washed. It's just that after the phone call just now, repeating this action is inexplicably strange, and even psychologically disturbed. A feeling that can't be said.

His short hair didn't need to be brushed for a long time, and it was more than seventy to eighty percent dry in one stroke.

Miya put away the towel and only said softly, "Okay." As he spoke, he turned around and wanted to go back and put the towel in his hand back into the bathroom.

Seeing that she was about to leave, Cheng Yue stretched out his hand to grab her wrist, with a little force, causing someone to fall directly back into Cheng Yue's arms, wrapping her hands around his waist to wrap her in his arms, Cheng Yue whispered in her ear, "Don't you have anything to ask me?"

Mitya was silent, lowered his head and played with his own hand, quietly and silently.

After waiting for quite a while, Cheng Yue didn't get her answer after all. He suddenly smiled lowly in her ear, let go of his hand slightly, interlocked her fingers, and deliberately said in her ear, "You Don't talk, so I can understand that you are jealous because of the phone call and text message just now?"

Hearing this, Mi Jia hurriedly turned around, staring and said, "I, I didn't!" He was still a little emotional, which made people doubt the credibility of her words.

"Really?" Cheng Yue smiled lowly, stretched out his hand and turned her body around, his expression showed that he didn't quite believe it, and he had some doubts about her words.

Seeing his disbelief, Mitya was inexplicably annoyed, and was reluctant to go to see him at first.

Cheng Yue was amused by her awkward and cute appearance, lowered his head and kissed her lips, and said against her lips, "I want to know, I'll tell you everything, okay?"

Cheng Yue looked at Mi Jia with a serious expression on his face.

Mitya didn't know what to say for a moment, but just looked at him steadfastly.

Seeing that she didn't respond for a long time, Cheng Yue sighed softly, stretched out his hand to slowly caress her face, traced the outline of her face, and asked, "What do you want to know?"

Mi Jia bit his lip slightly, thinking of that woman who was so soft and tender that he was overwhelmed, he felt inexplicably uncomfortable, he couldn't explain it, but it was a little uncomfortable anyway.

"Huh?" Cheng Yue insisted on her response, watching her and waiting for her to ask him.

Mi Jia wanted to ask, but felt that she had no position. They were just a husband and wife. They didn't love her and they didn't speak when they saw her. Cheng Yue was depressed and slightly angry. In the end, he just bowed his head and kissed her lips. The action was domineering and violent!
Miya was a little frightened by his sudden kiss, and when she came back to her senses, he had already pried her teeth open with his lips and tongue, and when she was screaming, he drove straight in and occupied her territory, and even refused to give her anything at all. The opportunity to react, the kiss was urgent and fierce.

(End of this chapter)