Flash marriage sweet wife: Mr.Mu, hard to serve

Mu Yuxing put down the plate in his hand and walked slowly to the window.

From the perspective of the second floor, there is a thin figure leaning against the black gate.

She didn't bring an umbrella, she could only stick to the wall, probably because of the cold, so her hands were shaking all the time.

"How long has she been waiting?"

"Nearly three hours."

The temperature in the room is very warm. The man's light colored shirt is only wearing a black rhombic vest. He looks out of the window indifferently. The thin figure is slowly sliding against the wall.

Mu Yuxing frowned slightly. The housekeeper could not help reminding him again, "Sir, she seems to faint."

"Let her in."

Wenjing was almost helped in. Although she was weak, she was conscious.

The living room was covered with soft and white carpet. Her muddy shoes stepped on it and left ugly marks.

He asked quietly, somewhat cramped, "is he up?

The housekeeper said politely, "Miss Wen, take a seat first. Mr. Mu will come down soon."

Here should be a villa of Mu Yuxing, simple but exquisite and luxurious.

Wen Jing didn't have much thought to look at it. He sat down on the sofa and only looked at his feet.

I don't know how long I've been sitting. The sound of footsteps came from far and near. Her fingers clenched the wet corners of her clothes and summoned up the courage to look up.

Mu Yuxing stood at his arm's distance, arms ring in front of his chest, looked down at himself and asked in a low voice, "how did Miss Wen come here?"

Take a deep breath and try to show yourself as a puppet who can only speak, has no feelings, and even can't think.

She said gently, "Professor mu, do you have a way to let me go back to country f as soon as possible?"

Mu Yu line picked pick eyebrow, looking at the face of gentle and quiet pale, voice is still cool thin, "did not see the news?"

"I know." Wen Jing looked up at him and bit his lips. The bottom of his black and white eyes even prayed, "that's why I came to ask for your help."

"Why are you in such a hurry to go back?" Mu Yuxing seems to be very patient and sits gracefully beside Wen Jing.

"My mother is ill."

"What makes you think I'll help you?" Mu Yuxing didn't look at her again.

Gentle eyes, thin lips sarcastically hook hook.

Yes, why does she think so.

Now Mu Yuxing beauty in the side, can't forget him, only she one.

There was never a shortage of women around him. She had been in the past for a long time.

"I see." After a while, Wen Jing stood up and was planning to leave.

Just now that crazy request Mu Yuxing help idea has dissipated, she shouldn't still have what to think of him.

It shouldn't be.

Just as soon as he got up, he could not stand still, and his whole eyes were about to fall into Mu Yuxing's arms -

when Mu Yuxing touched her skin, he hugged her tightly because of the extremely hot temperature. His voice was always gentle, but his tone was a little disgusted, "I haven't had a bath for a long time?"

Wenjing staggers to push away Mu Yuxing, just as the housekeeper hands over his mobile phone, "Mr. mu, it's Miss Ling's phone."

Mu Yuxing frowned slightly and went to the bedside to pick up the phone.

This phone talk for a long time, gentle heart already sink down.

Quietly around the coffee table, she step by step to the door.

It was a mistake to come here at the beginning. She might as well have been waiting at the airport.

Just go to the door, Mu Yuxing just hung up the phone, eyebrows slightly raised, he put his hand in his pocket, a few steps to her back, slow voice way, "to go? It's not impossible for me to help you. "

Hearing the speech, Wen leisurely steps down.

On Mu Yuxing that pair of deep eyes, she some fear.

What he said next made her feel as if she had fallen into hell.

"Quiet, I miss you."

Just in time to hear this sentence, Wen Jing has fainted in his arms.

When she woke up, it had been several hours. The strange room made her a little flustered, but she knew Mu Yuxing's taste, and there was his breath in the air.

So even though he wasn't there, she knew it was his room.

The bedroom was quiet, with heavy eyelids, but she couldn't sleep any more. She had to go back to country F.

Just, still can't stand sleepiness, sleep again past, don't know how long, has been cold hand not light not heavy ground pressed in own forehead, she whole body a excited spirit, try hard to want to open eyes.

But she was so tired that she couldn't open her eyes at all. That's it. She murmured to herself whether she would wake up and find that the past three years were just a dream Mu Yuxing is still around her.

At this moment, the man bent down, focused on looking at the quiet pale thin face, his hand close to her forehead, slightly moving, as if along the soft lines down, out to the petal like lips.But he soon controlled himself and put his hand back.

Stand straight body, Mu Yuxing didn't leak the slightest emotion, quickly left the room.

When Wenjing woke up again, she was still in this room, with a large glass of warm water, a box of medicine and a thermometer on the bedside table.

Wenjing is scrambling to get up and find his own mobile phone.

There are many missed calls from the housekeeper.

"Miss, the master asked me to inform you that my wife may have an operation..."

Wenjing doesn't know how to hang up the phone. She just feels sick in her stomach and even worse in her mood.

At this time, someone pushed the door in. It was the old man who opened the door for him. "Miss Wen, have you taken your medicine?"

She sits on the side of the bed with her head down. Her long hair is tied up. She looks a little embarrassed. She doesn't answer the question, "is mu Yu OK?"

"In the living room, sir."

The old man replied politely, "Miss Wen, take the medicine first, then you can go to him."

Behind this villa is a slightly raised hill, on which there are some buildings.

At this moment, the rain stopped long ago, and the light before sunset shrouded the remaining Roman column, dragging the long light and shadow almost to the distance.

The thick clouds brought by the volcanic ash are pressing down like lead at the moment. Mu Yuxing stands on the highest point and overlooks the magnificent lake scenery.

There was a sound of footwork behind him. He didn't look back. He just focused on the scene until the familiar breath came.

"Mr. mu." He was called to him in a quiet, indifferent and alienated way.

Mind again and again recalled before the coma Mu Yuxing fell in her ear.

"Quiet, I miss you."

So, what does he want to do?

"All the airports in Europe are closed, but as soon as there is a plane back home, I will arrange for you to go there." Mu Yuxing did not turn his head, just deep tunnel.

Wen Jing was surprised that Mu Yuxing was I helped.

For a time, quiet some sour, and some uncomfortable, more is at a loss.