Hidden marriage wife, too provocative!

Ling Yushen was speechless.

Yes, I was married. That's right.

But the time was so short that it was over before he realized it carefully.

Song Fei will be engaged next month, and he, a divorced person, is envious and worried.

I don't know when I can marry her home again.

That night, her sentence "are you blaming me" knocked him to pieces.

He is the last person to blame her.

Blame him, blame himself.

It's all his own fault. All this is his retribution.

"Mian Mian, if you want to say that, it's true. I was married, but... "His thin lips pursed slightly, revealing a helpless and bitter smile." the good time is always too short, so short that I haven't experienced it carefully. "

Lu Mian can't stand him like this. It seems that he is depressed and has no outlet to vent.

"You are..." she changed the subject and her eyes fell on him.

The clothes are stained with dyes. They are colorful and look dirty.

"I'm drawing." Ling Yushen coughed softly, "wait for me. I'll change my clothes."

Lu Mian nodded and waved her hand to let him change. She wandered around by herself. When she came to the studio, her eyes were involuntarily attracted by a huge oil painting.

It should be said that it is an unfinished oil painting.

The woman in the painting is wearing a wedding dress, the man is wearing a suit, the tip of the nose is against the tip of the nose, the intimate hug, and the smile on the corners of the lips is particularly brilliant.

"Sleep?"

Ling Yushen, who changed into clean clothes, came out of the cloakroom. He didn't find her, so he raised his voice and called her name.

Call again and again and look everywhere.

Finally, I found the studio.

"What is this?" Lu Mian pointed to the huge oil painting and asked expressionless.

Ling Yushen pursed his lips, "that's what you see."

"Wedding photos?"

Ling Yushen smiled, "the wedding photo in my dream."

"Boring." Lu Mian passed him and went out.

With a quick tightening of his wrist, Ling Yushen pulled her into his arms and fondly rubbed her face with his thin lips, "are you angry?"

"Hide here, turn off your mobile phone, just to draw this?"

"Yes." Ling Yushen put his chin against her neck socket and rubbed, "I had a dream on my first night here. I dreamed that we took wedding photos. In my dream, you are so beautiful that I want to draw it. "

"You mean, I'm not beautiful in reality?"

"You are more beautiful in reality than in your dream."

"You can talk."

Lu Mian patted his arm and motioned him to release his hand. Ling Yushen was puzzled, "what's the matter?"

"I'm hungry." Hugged by him, more hungry.

"No lunch?" Ling Yushen raised his hand and looked at the time. It was almost four o'clock in the afternoon.

Lu Mian shook his head.

With a frown and a helpless expression of no beating or scolding, he took her hand. "What time is it? Why haven't you eaten lunch yet? What's the matter with your bodyguards? Won't they remind you to eat? "

"They are responsible for my personal safety, not my life assistant. Can't you take care of me in great detail? "

The kitchen is spacious and has all kinds of kitchenware.

Ling Yushen opened the refrigerator. He lived here for three days and didn't prepare much food.

"The ingredients are limited. Can I make you a bowl of tomato and egg noodles?"

Lu Mian felt it here and looked, "whatever, I don't choose."

The soup in the pot is boiling. Lu Mian sees him busy in an orderly way.

The heart is filled with emotion.

Hugged him from behind, "Ling Yushen..."