Hidden marriage wife, too provocative!

This man, how can he still rake down!

Isn't it that he doesn't want to see her and wants to sleep in the guest room?

She left by herself as she wished, so that he could not see. What is he talking nonsense here?

Zhining was so angry that her chest fluctuated and her eyes became more and more red, "I want to go? You don't want to see me and wronged yourself to sleep in the guest room. But if I know a little about myself, I know I shouldn't stay in your eyes. "

"You cried first." Mu Shaoyan frowned and said he went to the bathroom. He didn't come back. As a result, he found that he was crying in his bedroom.

How can he stay after being wronged like that?

"It's none of your business that I cry? If you dislike it, just say, "I'll go."

Go?

Just keep your mouth shut and go.

That's how she wants to go?

Do you want to go or dump him?

Mu Shaoyan grabbed her hand and made a sudden effort. He dragged her into his arms and bumped into his chest.

"What are you doing?" Zhining struggled in his arms, couldn't get rid of it, and simply hit.

The little fist, hit on the chest, can't say it doesn't hurt, but it doesn't hurt much.

On the contrary, she seemed to be in pain. After hitting her, she looked down at her fist.

Mu Shaoyan held her hand and pulled it to his eyes, "let me see."

"What are you looking at? I won't let you look!"

His fist was wrapped in his palm. Zhining shook his hand hard, couldn't shake it off, and couldn't break free. He was so angry that he wanted to bite, "can you let go?"

Glancing at her coldly, "if you don't want me to throw you down, shut up."

His fists are red.

It can be seen that it also makes strength.

I didn't do anything to him, but I hurt my hand.

Should I say she deserved it?

"Does it hurt?" Mu Shaoyan rubbed her hand. You can see that her fingers and back are red. After rubbing twice, she is still struggling.

Mu Shaoyan put his long arm around her waist and pressed it in his arms, "OK, don't move."

"If you let go, I won't move."

"Don't let go."

Childish rather red eyes, tears fell fiercely, "Why are you like this? You don't want to see me or let me go. What the hell do you want? Can you tell me straight, so that I can't guess. "

"Why are you crying? Are you so wronged?" Mu Shaoyan muttered, "the hot pot is eaten with you, and he ran back to the bedroom to cry. I don't care about you. Why are you crying? "

"You despise me."

"Oh, dislike?" Mu Shaoyan sneered, picked up her chin and raised her face: "if I dislike you, I can't appear in front of you tonight, let alone eat hot pot with you."

Zhining blinked and blinked away the tears that blurred her vision. "You said you were going to sleep in the guest room."

"You hide in the bedroom and cry alone. I won't go to the guest room. Can I watch you cry in front of you? Coax and coax is not good, and you won't say, "what can I do with you?"

Zhining pursed her lips, turned her emotions and sobbed in his arms.

"I thought you hated me and didn't want to see me."

"You won't eat a bite. I thought you despised me."

"I'm really glad you can come back with me..."

The little head buried in his arms refused to lift it up. Mu Shaoyan felt his chest wet and his nightgown wet with her tears.

With a sigh, he raised his palm and finally fell gently on her back.

Tap.

Looking away, he asked unnaturally, "why do you suddenly think of asking me to eat hot pot with you?"