Hidden marriage wife, too provocative!

"Didn't I become your accessory?"

Zhining wrinkled her nose and shook her head, "I don't want it."

She wants to be a new era woman with independent personality and economy. How can she be an accessory to a man and live by him?

"Then I'm your accessory. Can you take me wherever you go?"

Mu Shaoyan held her face with a full and smooth forehead, gently pressed against her forehead, and the tip of his tall nose rubbed the tip of her nose. His breath blew warm on her face.

Zhining shrinks his neck and wants to hide. His face is held by his hands and can't move. He can only stare at him shyly and timidly with a pair of watery eyes.

"Don't do that."

The words of protest are soft, but they seem to be coquettish.

Mu Shaoyan stroked her lips with his finger. "Didn't you give me a good morning kiss?"

"Who said he would kiss you good morning?"

"Really not?" His narrow black eyes narrowed dangerously. At the same time, he clasped her waist and pressed it into his arms. His voice was low for a few minutes, "think it over and tell me."

"Are you a threat?" The tender index finger poked him in the chest.

"You can think so."

"Hum, domineering!"

All the servants around gave out friendly laughter. Childish Ning had a thin skin and couldn't hug him all the time.

But this man is not so easy to kill.

Weighing for a moment, she still stood on tiptoe and pecked at the corner of his lips quickly.

Then he ran away from him.

He stroked the corners of his lips with his fingers. Mu Shaoyan looked at the shy little white rabbit and smiled softly.

"Don't run, have breakfast with me."

At the corner of the stairs came her clear angry voice——

"No!"

…

In the evening, before Zhining and Mu Shaoyan came back, a black Land Rover drove into Taohuayuan with a low profile.

When the door opened, the guard respectfully said, "be humble."

Mu Shaoqian's face showed a tired color. His slender finger abdomen pressed the eyebrow bone, "where is she? Lead the way."

"Yes, you come with me."

The huge fitness room was filled with medical equipment, the curtains of the French windows were opened, and the afterglow of the sunset came in.

Falling on the bed, her eyes were closed and her face was pale.

It added some color to her pale face out of thin air.

Mu Shaoqian stepped to the bedside. His tall body bent slightly. He stretched out his hand to touch her face. When his hand was about to touch, he suddenly stopped.

The slender fingertips curled up, clenched into fists and took them back.

"Did she wake up?" He smoked a lot and his voice was a little hoarse. Mu Shaoqian had a clear cough with his fist low and the tip of his nose.

The doctor standing aside replied, "I haven't woke up yet, but I'm out of danger and my vital signs have stabilized. In two days, you should wake up. "

In two days

Mu Shaoqian smelled the speech, dark and dignified, and looked almost invisible.

He stood by the bed, his posture had not changed, so he looked at her with deep eyes, such as thick ink.

The doctor retreated silently. In such a large fitness room, only the man who leaned slightly and stared at the unconscious woman in bed.

The afterglow of the sunset gradually dissipated.

The last color on her face disappeared.

"Would it be better to marry me?"

His thin lips opened gently, his voice was low and dumb, like muttering to himself or asking a woman with his eyes closed in bed.