Forced Marriage: Super Petite Wife

When Cheng Yi sits in the back seat of his bicycle and the white skirt rises, the white curtain of a hotel room in city a is also opened.

The dazzling light fell on the white sheets and in the white bedding, deeply trapped in a person.

"Si Si, are you awake?"

A gentle voice sounded in Mu sifan's ear, like thousands of layers of water waves rippling in his ear.

"Stop messing with your wife..." Mu sifan didn't even open his eyes and instinctively hugged the man into his arms.

"I'm not your wife."

Hearing the sound, he suddenly opened his eyes.

The person in her arms is really not Cheng Yi.

"Is it you?" Mu sifan was embarrassed. He nervously released his hand and wrapped himself in a quilt.

"What's the matter?" he had a hangover and a splitting headache.

"It seems that you don't remember anything." Gao Jingya had already dressed up and painted her makeup. She sat by the bed and smiled gently: "I met you in the bar last night. When you were drunk and said you didn't want to go home, I brought you here. Do you remember?"

Mu sifan carefully recalled what happened last night. It was broken, and he didn't remember it at all.

When he saw Gao Jingya's moment, he was more frightened than happy.

He opened the quilt slightly and saw himself

"We..." he asked with a frown.

"Nothing happened," said Gao Jingya. "I opened two rooms. After you slept, I left."

When the doorbell rang, Gao Jingya went out and said, "it should be your clothes. I took them for dry cleaning last night and sent them back. Wait, I'll get them for you."

Looking at her elegant back, mu sifan patted her forehead and was annoyed. How could she see herself like this.

mobile phone!

Suddenly thinking of his mobile phone, he turned around and took the mobile phone on the bedside table. It had run out of power and turned off automatically.

Gao Jingya came in with his clothes in her hand, put them on the bench at the end of the bed, smiled and said, "take a bath and change your clothes."

Mu sifan leaned against the head of the bed, naked, raised his head, and Gao Jingya was looking at him with a smile.

"Sisi, you have a really good figure, much better than when you were a child," she joked.

"You go out and wait for me first." Mu sifan lowered his head slightly.

In ordinary times, he seldom has such shyness.

Gao Jingya is worthy of the three words "great beauty" both in figure and appearance.

A beautiful melon seed face, slender crescent moon eyebrow, round apricot eyes, clear water, eye wave circulation, make her look very gentle, sharp corners of her mouth, like smiling all the time.

The key is temperament, that kind of gentle classical temperament, more is dull and old-fashioned, less is frivolous and gaudy.

When she was a teenager, she already had this mature charm.

Until now, this invisible and untouchable temperament seems to be fermented, more gentle and more feminine.

"Don't look."

In fact, mu sifan dared not look at her, and even pulled up the quilt to cover his abdominal muscles.

"Sisi, I wanted to help you take off your clothes last night. You're interesting." Gao Jingya walked to the door, turned her head, smiled and said, "you won't let me touch you. You told me, 'my wife will kill you. You don't want to die. Get away!' it's very fierce. I've never seen you so fierce."

"I'm drunk," musfan said with a red face.

Drunk, who remembers what to say.

"Later, I asked the hotel manager to take it off for you." Gao Jingya said with a smile, "I haven't seen you for many years, but you still don't dare to be honest with me."

"Dare you?" Mu sifan looked at her directly and said silently, "meet me frankly."

Gao Jingya smiled, went out and gently closed the door.

Everything she did was like a warm wind blowing.

Gently, without making any sound, or even just looking at her movements, you can smell the aroma floating from her body.

Mu sifan took a bath, changed his clothes, and took a little trouble in arranging his hair. When he saw the ring finger ring, he thought for some reason, took off the ring and hid it in his pocket.

"Sisi, breakfast is ready."

Gao Jingya's voice always appears just right.

Mu sifan walked into the restaurant with a refreshing aroma.

Seeing her sitting at the table before eating, I felt that the food on this table was full of temptation.

It's not that people are more attractive or food.

"I remember, you like to eat eggs fried on one side, don't you?" Gao Jingya smiled at him and said something to invite credit.

You see, I remember clearly. That's what I mean.

Mu sifan took a knife and fork. He nodded, "HMM."

In fact, I don't like it anymore, because Cheng Yi doesn't like it.

Cheng Yi doesn't even like English breakfast. She's always tired of it. In fact, she likes porridge and side dishes, but in order to control carbohydrates for her muscles, often a cup of coffee is enough.

Mu sifan suddenly remembered that when Cheng Yi drank coffee, no matter how hot it was, she had to drink it while it was hot. She always liked to look very satisfied when she took the first sip, and then raised her head slightly and spit out a mouthful of hot air.

The fog filled her little face and made her look like a little monster.

So he learned to do it himself.

At this time, he drank coffee and frowned. The temperature of the coffee was not enough to make him breathe white.

"In the past, you always thought coffee was hot, so you always drank coffee below the standard temperature, I remember," Gao Jingya said.

really?

Mu sifan looked at her and said, "you remember clearly."

"Besides, you drink coffee without sugar or milk, right?" Gao Jingya asked softly.

exactly.

He didn't add sugar or milk before he married Cheng Yi.

But not now.

Because Cheng Yi always adds extra sugar when drinking coffee. She always says that life is hard enough. Give yourself some sweets.

Mu sifan thought it was reasonable, so he ate sweets with her.

If you get used to sweetness, you can't quit.

"Sisi, since my birthday three years ago, you don't send me roses anymore. Why?" Gao Jingya asked.

"The Secretary forgot," musfan said. "I changed my secretary, maybe I didn't take it to heart."

"The Secretary didn't take it to heart, or you didn't take it to heart?"

Gao Jingya holds a coffee cup. She even has elegant fingertips. The coffee in her hand looks very expensive.

Musfan put down his knife and fork and wiped his mouth with a napkin.

It turns out that habit is such a terrible thing. She has been infected by Cheng Yi and changed by her.

Go back to your previous set and feel dull.

"Sisi, you always like me." Gao Jingya smiled at the corners of her eyes. She couldn't see whether she was joking or asking seriously.

Mu sifan pursed his mouth and shook his head: "no, you misunderstood."

"Because of your brother, you never told me, but I know," Gao Jingya said.

"If you come back this time, don't you intend to go back?" Mu sifan wanted to change the topic.

"In fact, I have nothing to do with your brother." Gao Jingya said, "he doesn't like me. I can feel it. It's just to deal with the family. Can you understand?"

She looked at mu sifan and blinked slowly. The tenderness in her eyes flooded the house.

Mu sifan said, "that's between you and my brother. It has nothing to do with me."

"Would you believe me if I said I liked you and promised your brother to annoy you?" Gao Jingya asked softly.

No more outrageous words, said from her mouth, so seriously and gently, are very much the same thing.

Her voice is very special.

It can make all men feel goose bumps all over in an instant. Before they start whining, their bones are half crisp.

Mu sifan looked at her and didn't know whether to shake his head or nod his head.

If the hairy boy heard this, he might be so excited that he didn't sleep all night.

I don't know how many years ago, his mobile phone password was always one, that is, her birthday. It was not changed until Cheng Yi cracked it.

If you don't meet Cheng Yi, maybe this password, this person, will be hidden in your heart for a lifetime.

The moment I heard this, I was not excited and unhappy. It was just lying to myself.