Forced Marriage: Super Petite Wife

Cheng Yi kicks mu sifan out of bed and turns over. Her hair is all messy, and she can't care.

Just rushed over with resentment on his face and raised his fist at mu sifan.

She was castrated fiercely and her fist was very fast.

Mu sifan is also smart and holds his head tightly.

Finally, the fist stopped a centimeter away from him.

Cheng Yi just flicked his forehead and said, "if you dare to do this next time, I'll break your tendons and waste you."

What... Good husband? Give me a break?

You have the face to say it yourself.

Cheng Yi pulled him up and said, "hurry to explain to your mother."

"I won't go." Mu sifan shook his head and said with a smile, "explain to her what? I don't know."

"Just say we have nothing," Cheng Yi said.

"If you were you, would you believe that there is no silver here? Three hundred Liang." Mu sifan walked over naked and saw ginseng chicken soup.

He knocked on the table with his hand and said, "I know you didn't eat anything tonight. My mother specially prepared it for you. Maybe it's to thank you. Are you moved?"

Cheng Yi walked over, glanced, picked up a spoon and fished a circle in the chicken soup. He didn't find a piece of meat.

"This is for you, a bowl and a spoon." she stood on tiptoe, rubbed mu sifan's hair and said strangely: "eat well, my baby son, ouch, hello..."

This is mu sifan's habit. He doesn't know what's wrong with him. He only drinks soup. No matter what soup it is, he should eliminate all the contents, otherwise he won't touch it.

Cheng Yi stares at the bowl and feels really bad.

I knew there were two people in the room, but it happened to be so.

"Get out of the way, don't block me." Cheng Yi stares at mu sifan and says expressionless.

She went into the bathroom and locked the door behind her.

The more subtle, the more people's hearts.

It's false to say you don't care, but it's not enough to say you're sad,

Cheng Yi stood under the shower and smiled coldly.

Everyone in Mu's family flies through Cheng Yi's mind.

Hypocritical big family, no warmth to speak of, life is like a play, all rely on acting.

She felt her shriveled stomach.

There was a sour feeling in my heart.

What Michelin chef? There's little and bad food.

If Wutong knew that she was hungry, she would have to cook for her at midnight, even if Yang Xiao was drunk, she would cook noodles for her.

Many things can't be compared.

Think of Mrs. Gao's words:

"On luck alone, I think I'm better than you."

Yes, most people in the world are much better than me.

Cheng Yi wears a bathrobe, wipes her hair and walks out of the bathroom.

This bathrobe is musfan's and is very generous on her.

A large area of skin was exposed at the collar.

Aunts at home prepared bathrobes. Perhaps it was a time of the urgency and did not have time to prepare ladies' bathrobes.

It didn't seem very good to use it for Cheng Yi's guests, so she gave it to her mousivan.

Why do you know this is musfan's? This guy is very particular. All his clothes have the same taste.

Cheng relies on the bedside, holds his mobile phone and checks the content of wechat.

She stared at the head of her best friend Wu Xue and thought: she's getting married. Should she be told to be the bridesmaid

When they were students, they were as good as one person. They changed their clothes and slept in the same quilt on a rainy night.

It was agreed to be each other's bridesmaids.

Does this wedding count?

The chat record stays on a picture, which is the proposal ring Yang Xiao put on her.

She sent it to Wu Xue.

Xueer was heartlessly disgusted: "such a small drill..."

Before Cheng Yi scolded her, she sent a voice with a cry in her voice: "Hey, it's good. I'm so jealous. No one even sent me such a small one... Yi, you should be good..."

be nice with yourself.

Now it's like this.

Forget it, I'd better not say it.

Cheng Yi brushes a wide circle of friends, retracts into the warm quilt and is ready to sleep.

Just now, when mu sifan went in to take a bath, she had told her that she dared to commit misconduct against her and immediately destroy the tools of the crime.

These two games of mahjong exhausted her energy and her brain urgently needed a rest.

Although hungry, he fell asleep.

A gentle kiss, with a certain aroma, awakened her from her sleep.

Cheng Yi opened her eyes. Mu sifan sat beside her, took her hand and said, "my little pig is still hungry. How can I sleep?"

Awakened from a deep sleep, my mind is still a ball of paste.

Cheng Yi doesn't want to talk to him and pulls the quilt to her head.

Mu sifan came to her ear and said, "I just went down to see. There was no one in the kitchen. My aunt slept. Get up. I'll make you delicious food..."

Cheng Yi pulls the quilt down a little, half opens her eyes and looks at mu sifan.

He was wearing a milky cashmere cardigan and a striped shirt with a small stand collar. He was very gentle. Even his voice was as gentle as a Wang of spring water.

The light in his room was so soft that Cheng Yi could hardly recognize him.

She reached out and touched his chin. She wasn't dreaming.

"Too lazy to get up?" Mu sifan took her hand and said, "I'll carry you down."

She lay on mu sifan's back, felt mu sifan's tiptoe and walked to the kitchen.

Dare not turn on the light for fear of waking others.

Mu sifan walked slowly and steadily.

Cheng Yi lies on his back and feels secure.

They walked through the dark hall.

At night, the house is very spacious and can hear the echo of footsteps.

Cheng leaned on mu sifan's back and listened to his footsteps. Every sound was heard in his heart.

"Here we are."

Walking to the kitchen, mu sifan moved a chair, put Cheng Yi down and let her sit next to the refrigerator.

He felt for the kitchen switch unskilled and turned on the light.

"What would you like to eat?" he opened the refrigerator and asked softly.

Cheng Yi also thought it was in the clouds and said, "tomato and egg noodles."

I'm afraid it's too complicated for him to do it.

The light in the kitchen, different from other places, is cold white light, which is to ensure the quality of dishes.

Mu sifan is very handsome standing in such white light.

His slender fingers held the knife and sliced the tomatoes neatly.

Try not to make a loud noise.

So as not to disturb others.

The aroma of tomato and egg noodles filled the cold light.

Mu sifan puts the noodles in Cheng Yi's hand.

"Eat quickly," he said.

Like two children who steal food, they hide in the kitchen and by the refrigerator. Look at me, I look at you, and secretly laugh.

Cheng Yi took over the chopsticks and ate a mouthful of noodles. The heat of the noodle soup smoked her eyes, and the bowl was hot.

"How's it going? Is it delicious?"

Mu sifan bent down and looked at her like a child.

Before Cheng Yi's answer, he took a pair of chopsticks and tasted them.

"Eat quickly!" he said with a smile, "wife, you don't want me to feed you?"

No.

Cheng Yi gulped and ate up all the noodles.

Mu sifan waited, took the bowl, washed it and put it in the cupboard.

The kitchen is clean. No one knows that a bowl of tomato and egg noodles has been produced here.

He carried Cheng Yi back to his room and asked softly, "how's it going? Is it very moving?"

He wanted to see Cheng Yi's appearance, which was so moved that he couldn't do it.

I can only ask myself.

"Hmm?" he muttered, "did you sleep? Hey..."

Cheng Yi didn't sleep. She pretended. At this time, she also asked herself quietly in her heart, are you moved?

It's moving.

No, just a little.

Just a little.

Well, a little less than a little.