routine wife's day

Chapter 3 Should I have a baby? (4)

She remembered that he said that even if it is a show, she must show that she is his Leng Mohan's wife, so even if she has the ability to support herself, she is willing to spend his money occasionally.

Putting away her random thoughts, she put her mind back on the article on the computer, revising and revising, revising and revising, and this time the article she wrote was about a theme of the seven-year itch. Seven years after the woman got married, her husband cheated, and she took care of the child alone, and her life was difficult.

child……

In a trance, I remembered what my mother-in-law had mentioned in the afternoon, and hurriedly turned off the computer.

Coming out of the study room, I saw that Leng Mohan had already rested. There was only one wall lamp turned on in the whole room. The dim light gently enveloped Leng Mohan who was lying on his side. There was no sound in the room except for his faint voice. breathe.

Lin Yan held her breath, took a step closer, and then took a step closer, but she tripped over something and picked it up with her hand. It was a pair of dark red underwear with golden dragon patterns woven on it. Two dragons wanted to entangle each other. Raw wildness.

Lin Yan suddenly thought of Ziyan, a temperamental beauty who has been frequently exposed on TV recently. In the past two years of marriage, he has never had any scandals with any woman, but this time he seems to be getting closer to this girl Ziyan.

Perhaps this underwear is the taste of this beauty.

She frowned and quickly threw the underwear into the laundry room downstairs. When she returned to her room, Leng Mohan was still asleep like that, her posture hadn't changed a bit, like a sculpture.

Didn't he always sleep restlessly in the past and love to turn over?Could it be that his habits have changed after two years of marriage?

Just change, no matter how much you change, it won't change the fact that he is her husband, Lin Yan smiled helplessly, her sister Lin Shan and Leng Mohan have been together for so long, so long, she thought the relationship between them would last forever, but Unexpectedly, that happened. After all, she was the one who married Leng Mohan.

Their beds are arranged differently from other people's houses. One side is facing a large floor-to-ceiling window, and the other side is leaning against a huge carved and hollowed-out grid. Nine crystal bottles of different colors are placed irregularly in the grid. , different smells, each of which is a meditation.

She remembered that when she first got married, there was no such a wall here. Maybe it was because she had just moved the nest, maybe it was because she was suddenly allowed to sleep on such a big bed and she was not used to it, or maybe it was because something happened to her sister. It made her uneasy, anyway, she couldn't sleep well, and had nightmares all night, so he asked someone to make such a shelf for the nine crystal bottles.

Through the hollowed-out carvings, you can vaguely see all kinds of potted plants in the bedroom, as well as the black and white TV wall.

Although the gray sofa is also very soft, it always makes people feel cold and hard. Lin Yan stood there looking at it for a long time, and finally chose to climb onto the big bed in front of him.

Anyway, the bed is so big, even if two people can sleep sideways, my mother will probably leave tomorrow, and it doesn't matter if I can endure it all night.

Lin Yan neatly placed the slippers on the floor at the end of the bed, and stood barefoot on the ground. Although the floor was made of wood, she still shivered violently from the coldness of the heavy night dew.

Because of the partition over there, every time she went to bed, she could only go up from the side by the window.

But this time, Leng Mohan slept on the side by the window. If she wanted to go up, she had to jump over his body. This made her very entangled. She stood in front of the bed for a long time, until she lost consciousness , and then climbed up lightly.

(End of this chapter)