Chief husband, strong love!

Su Yan looked at Mu Beishen without blinking.

He's not dead, he's not dead!

Now she remembered the unexpected reaction of Bo Yanrong and ye Shengxu last night, and she understood why.

No wonder Mu Zhao hated her to the bone and didn't attack her.

Because he's not dead at all.

For half a year, she thought he was dead.

Even she clearly saw his tomb.

She always thought she had killed him and wanted to forget it countless times

He must have known she was coming back, but he hasn't shown up for so long.

Su Yan wanted to laugh. Everyone knew that she was the only one in the dark.

But she couldn't laugh.

"Last night, it was you..." Su Yan's voice was astringent and could hardly say words.

Mu Beishen said faintly, "yes."

"Pa!"

Su Yan slapped him fiercely.

He raised his hand, touched his fingers on the half of his face numbed by her, and saw her red eyes.

Of course, it's not crying with joy.

In fact, he was not surprised that he couldn't find a little on her face, even a little, because he was glad he didn't die.

Mu Beishen withdrew his hand, slowly put it back into his trousers pocket and quietly explained, "you can drink as much wine as the old man gives you. Are you stupid enough to not even know each other's intentions now?"

Su Yan's chest fluctuated violently, and her slap made her palms numb, and now she still trembled slightly.

And Mu Beichen is still qualified to accuse her of being drunk by others.

Is it difficult? He thought he was saving her by sleeping with her last night?

Su Yan kept his anger in his chest for a long time and smiled angrily, "Mu Beishen, I'll be drunk by whoever I want. What's none of your business? I'd rather see anyone standing here now than you!"

The man slightly pursed his lips and stood silently in front of her.

There was no joy or anger for a moment.

Su Yan waited for a long time, but he didn't explain.

Instead, I stand here so justifiably.

She sneered, "why don't you get out? Do you have to wait for me to thank you? You cut off my wealth and slap you lightly."

Half of his face was fanned red by her, but his thin lips gently spilled a little smile, "wealth? Are you willing to be drunk by that old man for this? Does Moqing care about you?"

"No one can manage my own business." Su Yan bit his teeth and closed his eyes, but his eyes were a little uncomfortable. "So next time, please don't interfere with me."

Mu Beishen gradually smiled, "are you disappointed to see that I'm not dead?"

The backlog in Su Yan's chest was completely ignited by his simple sentence. She raised her hand and slapped him again.

But this slap didn't come true and was stopped in the air by a man.

Mu Beishen clenched her wrist, looked down at her and said lightly, "if you slap me again, I'll still stand in front of you alive. But now I believe what you meant when you said you had a lot of temper convergence."

Su Yan didn't understand why he suddenly mentioned something so long ago.

But at that time, she wanted to forget her wishful thinking. The biggest mistake in her life was that every word came from his mouth.

No matter how hard she struggled, her arm was firmly held in his hand.

After struggling for a while, Mu Beishen suddenly fell a hot tear on the back of his hand.