Hidden marriage wife, too provocative!

The man looked at her, hiding the depth and darkness she couldn't understand. Lu Mian bit her lip, and tears blurred her eyes.

"Stop crying." Ling Yushen rubbed her head again and pressed her head into his arms. Lu Mian's ear was close to his heart. He heard his strong heartbeat and the slight vibration in his chest when he made a sound, "sleep."

Lu Mian grabbed his nightgown and stubbornly raised his head from his arms. His eyes wet with tears were full of pitiful, "why don't you say?"

"It doesn't matter."

"It's important to me!" Jiang Fei is not his type. Who is his type?

It's just a question. Is it so difficult to answer?

Or is it that the answer is not her, so it is difficult for him to answer?

"Your type."

She heard the answer she wanted to hear, but she was not happy. He answered reluctantly and reluctantly.

Lu Mian blinked the tears in his eyes, "thank you."

"Thank you for what?"

Lu Mian has laid down again, pulled the quilt and covered himself, "thank you for leaving me some dignity."

"..." Ling Yushen looked at her back and said nothing for a long time.

"It's getting late. Go to bed."

This time, Lu Mian said to him.

He didn't lie down, the light wasn't turned off, and Lu Mian didn't sleep. He opened his eyes and wet his pillow with tears.

The man stretched out his hand and pulled her up from the bed. She suddenly looked at him helplessly. Ling Yushen pinched her chin and closed her thin lips. A layer of thin anger could be seen on her handsome face. A little anger flashed from the bottom of her eyes. "Lu Mian, don't you think you are very contradictory? No answer, you have to answer, I answered, and you are awkward and refuse to believe it. "

"I forced you." Lu Mian said, "I know. I've always been so selfish. I forced you to go to my house for dinner, causing you to have a stomach attack. Force you to answer me, although this is not the real answer in your heart. Also, force you to marry me... "

"Are you finished?"

Ling Yushen loosened her, lifted the quilt, got out of bed and walked out.

He is addicted to smoking. He needs a cigarette to calm down.

In the study, he stood in front of the French window and looked at the long dragon like street lamps, extending in all directions and winding all the way, with fireworks at his fingertips.

Taking a deep breath of smoke, he closed his eyes and pressed his eyebrow bone with his other hand to calm himself down.

Lu Mian hugged his waist from behind and put his face on his back.

His whole body was stiff. He stopped smoking and turned his head sideways. "Why don't you sleep?"

"I'm angry with you again." Lu Mian rubbed his back with his face. His voice was very light and a little annoyed. "I didn't mean to."

"Oh." He smiled in a low voice, unable to hear his joy and anger. "I'm used to it. Go to bed and I'll be back in a minute. "

"Don't be angry." Lu Mian walks around in front of him. Ling Yushen holds the cigarette in his hand and raises it to press the ashtray on the table.

Finally, Mars was pressed out, a wisp of white smoke rose, thinner and thinner in the air, and completely disappeared.

"I'm not angry, I just can't sleep."

Lu Mian raised his head and looked at his perfectly curved jaw line. "I'm so powerful that you can't sleep with anger."

Hearing the speech, he sneered and looked down at her, "don't put gold on your face."

He smiled, and she also smiled. Her eyes washed by tears were particularly clear, "are you not angry?"

"Yes."