Hidden marriage sweet wife, husband can't help it

Chapter 188 Baby, I'm Sorry
"Because I love you, it is a woman's love for a man. I will want to have you alone, and I will not allow you to love other people. My love for you is a selfish occupation."

They looked at each other, and in the whole room, there was only the boiling hot pot bottom material in the middle of the long table, bubbling and bubbling.

Mu Wanqiu looked away, pursed her lips and gave a very bitter smile, it was like this now, tears and so on seemed too redundant.

If the ending of the story is destined to be a tragedy, why should she make herself miserable in the process.

"I'm full, how about you?" Mu Wanqiu asked normally, wanting to let go of the unbearable heaviness in his heart, but this time it was true, he didn't even dare to look at him.

She seemed to understand, the feeling that it would hurt to look at it.

Huangfu Shaoqing nodded lightly, "I'm full."

"Then let's go." Mu Wanqiu left the chair, still looking for the scarf.

Her mind was not peaceful at all, the scarf was hanging on the chair next to her, but she couldn't find it anyway, standing where she was, looking left and right, like a child who lost her favorite toy, crying in a hurry up.

Huangfu Shaoqing walked over, picked up her scarf, and helped her loop it around her neck once, twice, three times, and then carefully tied a knot for her.

Mu Wanqiu looked at him earnestly helping her wrap the scarf with sore nose, and wanted to push him away. She didn't care for his last warmth, but she just couldn't bear it, no matter what.

"Let's go, let's go to the wishing pool." After finishing speaking, he turned around first without holding her hand.

Blurred vision, his stalwart back looks very sad, sad she suddenly said to him, "We are not going to the wishing fountain, nor are we watching fireworks."

Huangfu Shaoqing, who had his back to her, frowned deeply, yes, he is still qualified to ask her to do some things with him, things that couples only do.

He turned around slowly with a heavy body but desperately wanted to relax. Facing her in front of him, he slightly raised his thin lips, "Okay, we won't go, I will take you home."

Mu Wanqiu shook her head, "No, let's open a room."

Huangfu Shaoqing frowned suddenly, he knew what she wanted, which made his heart feel even more uncomfortable.

He reached out and fondled the top of her hair, "Fool."

……

The heart-shaped wishing pool was already surrounded by lovers. Huangfu Shaoqing held Mu Wanqiu's hand and stood beside a large artificial Christmas tree beside the wishing pool.

Huangfu Shaoqing held her hand tightly, "Do you want to squeeze in?"

Mu Wanqiu smiled and shook her head, "No, I'm afraid I won't be able to find my shoes when I come out, so wait a little longer."

"Okay." He nodded. If she wanted to wait, he would wait with her. After tonight, it would be a luxury for him to want to accompany her any more.

"Excuse me, can you let me go, I want to take a picture of my baby by the Christmas tree." A boy walked up to Huangfu Shaoqing and Mu Wanqiu, and asked embarrassingly.

Huangfu Shaoqing and Mu Wanqiu smiled at the same time, did not speak, they just stood aside.

Then, a girl dressed similarly to Mu Wanqiu ran to the Christmas tree and posed many beautiful poses for the boy's camera.

"Baby, you are so beautiful."

"Baby, the way you smile makes my heart melt."

"Smile again, baby."

"baby……"

"baby……"

The boy called one baby at a time, and the girl seemed to be used to the boy's nickname, which should be the most common name among them.

Mu Wanqiu couldn't help laughing when she heard it, and then she tiptoed to Huangfu Shaoqing and whispered in Huangfu Shaoqing's ear, "He said just now that he wanted to take pictures of the baby, and I thought it was his child."

While speaking, she was still looking at the happy couple with envious eyes.

Huangfu Shaoqing felt sore in his heart, took her little hand with his big hand, and pulled her into his arms, her back pressed against his chest.

He arched his slender body slightly, his handsome chin rested on her skinny shoulder, his handsome face turned towards her profile, and his sexy lips were on her neck, opening and closing seductively, "Baby ..."

Baby, his baby, his beloved baby, his favorite baby.

The hoarse voice was heard in her ears, pierced the eardrums, and spread to the heart, sore the nasal cavity, blocked the throat, and hurt all the way to the bottom of my heart.

She suppressed her emotions and asked coquettishly, "Call again."

He hugged her tightly with his long arms, and the large down jacket completely wrapped her in his arms, his lips moved towards her neck, his heart was already blocked so hard to open his mouth, his lips were almost attached to her earlobe, "Baby ……sorry……"

Baby, I'm sorry, it's not that I don't love you.

Baby, I'm sorry, it's not that I don't hurt you.

Baby, I'm sorry...I'm sorry...I love you.

Finally squeezed into the wishing pool, Mu Wanqiu clasped his hands together, and began to make a wish devoutly. Huangfu Shaoqing watched her for a while, imitating her movements, folded his hands together, closed his eyes, and prayed devoutly.

If there is God, Amen, Jesus, God, he prayed to them devoutly, "Please transfer all the happiness, good luck, health, and everything in his life to this woman beside him, The woman he loves deeply, Mu Wanqiu."

With a few "bangs", the night sky lit up instantly, colorful, like a dream.

Many girls happily hugged their boyfriend's waist, and Mu Wanqiu also imitated those girls, gently and slowly wrapping her two lotus arms around his strong waist, burying her face on his left chest.

His heartbeat really reassured her.

She asked him, "What wish did you just make?"

Huangfu Shaoqing lowered his head slightly, and kissed her hair deeply with his lips, please be as happy as me.

He said a little shamelessly, "If you say it, you can't realize it."

Mu Wanqiu raised her small face in front of his chest, a gorgeous firework just lit up the night sky, and also illuminated their faces.

"Then I just made a wish. In this life, I, Mu Wanqiu, will never love you again, Huangfu Shaoqing. Now that I've said it, won't it come true?"

He looked at her, although he knew she was lying, she must not have made such a wish just now, but he still told her, "It will come true, because the wish I made is, your wish, I will help you fulfill it."

Mu Wanqiu smiled bitterly, and continued to lean in his arms, listening to his heartbeat, watching the brilliant and fleeting fireworks above Qinghu Lake.

No matter how beautiful and dazzling the fireworks are, they still pass by in a flash. When the beautiful fireworks are fleeting in Mu Wanqiu's eyes, the only thing she feels is brilliant sadness, which is a kind of beauty that cannot be retained. Can't help being warm.

Many couples kissed under the fireworks, Mu Wanqiu asked him sadly, "Do we want to be like them?"

She got it because he rubbed her hair lovingly with his big hand. This time, he didn't say anything.

The agreed-upon high-end hotel, couple suite.

As soon as the door was opened by Huangfu Shaoqing, he couldn't wait to hold her in his arms, kissed her lips, and kicked the door shut.

He kissed her, very heavy, deep, and affectionate, she kissed him back, as impatient as he was at the beginning, she took the initiative to help him undress and unbutton his shirt...

The passionate kiss was staged in full swing on the couple's big bed in the hotel. It was passionate and sad.

He eroded her breath, her fragrance, everything about her inch by inch...

All the movements came to an abrupt end the moment he kissed a tear in the corner of her eye.

His lips began to tremble, and his trembling hands on her shoulders involuntarily tightened. Mu Wanqiu felt the pain, but this pain made her feel real. She even wanted him to hurt her harder, but Hopefully that will bring them all back to their senses.

He got up suddenly, and strode away with extreme depression. Kong Liumu Wanqiu was lying alone on the big red heart-shaped bed. The roof was a very clear mirror, but she who was illuminated inside was already blurred.

The sound of rushing water came from the bathroom, and then, there was a man's bitter cry that had been suppressed for a long time in his heart. He was still enduring it, trying not to let himself make a sound, but he didn't know that it was his extreme depression, It makes people feel more distressed.

"Huangfu Shaoqing, after all, you still don't love me enough. If you loved me, you wouldn't choose the pregnant Tang Fei'er over me who gave birth to your son."

At the door of the bathroom, Mu Wanqiu leaned on the glass door and said sadly, the fog inside made him only able to see her slender back, he sat decadently on the cold floor filled with cold water in the bathroom, letting the fluffy hair fall Cool water like a downpour.

"Shaoqing, if you want me to be like you and choose not to love anymore, then I will try my best to do so."

In the end, I failed to achieve the day and night I mentioned before, and I was so painful that I couldn't breathe even for a minute. One day and one night was too much torture.

……

In the brightly lit bar, the handsome men and women are intoxicated in this illusory and indulgent space under the impetus of alcohol.

Yan Siqi was sitting in the bar where the lights were the brightest, no, maybe it wasn't the bright lights, but him, the man, who was really dazzling.

The lights on the stage suddenly became dazzling, and every light was turned on to the brightest, even turning the entire bar into a colorful and transparent world.

Yan Siqi, who was already slightly drunk, frowned uncomfortably, and soon the host's loud voice could be heard.

"Handsome men and beauties, who's voice do you most want to hear when you come here?" The host's voice was already loud, but with the addition of the sound effect, it became even louder and more powerful.

Many men in the audience who looked like ruffians couldn't wait to call out that name, "Hetaera, Hetaera, Hetaera..."

Hearing this name, Yan Siqi really couldn't help but sneer, the singer in the bar used such a name, even if others didn't want to think about her, it was no wonder that the men in the audience were crazy about it.

Several young men and women sitting around Yan Siqi were discussing, "Hetaera, isn't it only on the seventh of every month to sing?"

(End of this chapter)