Boss Husband, Control Yourself

On the way down the mountain, Xue Muxuan has asked Lao Tan to tell people to turn on all the roadside lighting. Bao Muran asked: "Muxuan, I don't want to go home tonight."

"Where do you want to go?"

"Shall we go to the house where you used to live?" Bao Mo ran turned his face and looked at the outline of his face, which was shrouded in the early night. "That's where he lives."

"Good," said Xue Muxuan faintly, "the wedding dress has been changed. Do you want someone to send it here for a try?"

"Yes!"

After driving out of the valley to the villa for half an hour, Xue Muxuan on the road called and asked the servant to send some washing clothes. He also told the studio to send the wedding dress directly to the villa.

Because it was cold and damp on the mountain, Bao Muran wanted to take a bath after getting off the car. Xue Muxuan accompanied her into the master bedroom, helped her adjust the water temperature to the appropriate temperature, and then put the person in.

Bao Muran once lived here before, not long after Xue Muxuan proposed to her, but at that time, he didn't know that it was siser's house. Now it seems that the house is clean and white, which is somewhat different from the house Xue Muxuan gave her now.

The house looks more elegant.

If she can, she wants to find more memories of the past here.

After turning off the hot water and changing clothes, I came out of the bathroom and heard the servant's voice outside the bedroom saying, "young master, someone has sent a wedding dress."

A familiar male voice came in from the door: "Congratulations, I'm getting married at last. Remember to remind the bride that you can't let the bridegroom see the wedding dress before marriage, otherwise there will be bad luck. "

Bao Mo Ran's heart is tight. Isn't the voice? She is the best at identifying. How does this long lost voice look like Xue Qiansheng, Xue Muxuan's uncle?

It is said that Xue Muxuan hides the house and the house in secret. Few people know the existence of the villa. Isn't Xue Qiansheng and Xue Muxuan in general? How did you get here?

Besides, isn't this uncle in Hong Kong? What brings him here? Is it hard for him to receive Xue Muxuan and her wedding invitation and come to the wedding banquet next month?

Guess between, Bao Mo dye has put on good clothes, bedroom only Xue Mu Xuan, holding a white big box, must be a good wedding dress.

"That was your uncle?"

"I haven't seen you for more than half a year. You can still hear his voice for the first time. It's very skillful!" Xue Muxuan was slightly surprised.

Nonsense, night gate ally, listening and speaking are the most basic skills.

Bao Muran took the wedding dress box in Xue Muxuan's hand, "where has he gone?"

"Downstairs."

"How does he know it?"

Xue Muxuan did not answer, just to help her open the box, "try to change."

That day in the fitting room, because of Xue Muxuan's Rogue behavior, she didn't have a chance to have a good look at the wedding dress. She didn't know how good the effect was until she put it on. This time, she held it in her hand, felt the extremely comfortable fabric, and looked at the countless fine marks of manual embroidery on it. It had to be said that the wedding dress could be a treasure for people to collect.

It's a work of art!

Bao Muran hesitated for a moment, folded the wedding dress and put it down: "forget it, try again when you have time!"

"What's the matter?"

"I've just changed my clothes. I'm tired of taking off and wearing them. I have to take them off and wear them."

Xue Muxuan drowned her in her arms and stroked her arms lightly. She could still feel the soft flesh on her thin arms through the partition of winter clothes. She said cunningly in her ear, "I'll help you."

Bao Mo ran thought of the humiliating scene in the fitting room. His face was so red that he didn't dare to look at him

Xue Muxuan's hand has been dishonestly floating. Bao Moran's body retreats, grabs his palm, looks at him seriously, and whispers: "really don't want to."

"Why?"

She hesitated for a moment. "Your uncle came all the way from Hong Kong, and you left people downstairs to do this with me?"

"Baby, I just want to help you change. Where do you want to go?" Xue Mu Xuan frowned and scratched the tip of her nose with his eyes. Bao Mo Ran's eyes widened and his face turned even more red,

"Or do you want something else to happen?" Xue Muxuan said and put her hand into her sweater.

Bao Mo ran took away his hand, absent-minded, begged for mercy: "let's go down quickly, don't change it."

Bao Mo ran was a little angry and said anxiously, "OK, I'll change it, but I'll change it myself! You are not allowed to come in and see! "

What she wants to say is that the topic Xue Qiansheng mentioned at the door just now has indeed caused her psychological burden. The groom saw the bride wearing a wedding dress before he got married, which is a sign of bad luck in some places.

She remembered that there was such a saying that she didn't remember it when she was in the studio. Now when she heard it, she was afraid. It's not her nature to worry about these things, but if she cares too much about one thing, she will become cautious and prefer to believe it or not.

Xue Muxuan is worthy of being the person who knows her best. She asked in a soft voice, "are you worried that I saw you wearing your wedding dress first?"

"... well." She is not for this kind of parrot saying become cautious person, Xue Mu Xuan heart has unspeakable moved. His woman, now really care about and his feelings! But her worry was soon dispelled completely by Xue Muxuan's superb means. Although he was still wearing a thick suit coat, the masculine smell from inside to outside came to her. This man is more ferocious than the hungry wolf when he is unrestrained. All of a sudden, he brings her emotions in and wants to be occupied by him“ Baby... "Muxuan...!"