Infatuated with My Mysterious Husband

Mo Wanxi slept very restlessly that night, she kept dreaming, and her sleep was full of scenes of being bullied, she cried so much that she was helpless to the extreme.

In a daze, she felt a hand gently test her tears, and Mo Wanxi felt that she had found support, as if that hand had leaned over and snuggled into his arms.

He Yucheng looked at Mo Wanxi who was holding on to his arm and smiled slightly, then lowered his head and kissed Mo Wanxi's face lightly.

Mo Wanxi put her arms around his waist, snuggled into his arms, and fell asleep again.

The next morning, Mo Wanxi opened her eyes in a daze, feeling something was wrong, her head seemed to be resting on something, she raised her head stiffly, and what she met head-on was a magnified handsome face.

He Yucheng looked at her with a gentle smile on his face, "Are you awake?"

Mo Wanxi looked at He Yucheng in a daze, and it took him a while to react and pushed He Yucheng away.

He Yucheng stretched out his long arms and brought Mo Wanxi back, she continued to push her back, "Don't touch me! He Qi, don't touch me!"

"Hey, I know why you're angry, it's because you saw me at He's door, and it's because you saw me talking to Shen Mengjun, right?"

"How did you know?"

"I can pinch and count." He Yucheng hugged Mo Wanxi's waist tightly, "I can explain it, listen to me."

"Okay, it's okay to explain! Just let me go and explain properly!"

"Well, you have to promise me not to get excited and listen to me."

"good!"

He Yucheng let go of Mo Wanxi, and stretched out his hand to touch his head. This was different from the usual He Qi, not so free and easy, but with an embarrassing look on his face.

Glancing at Mo Wanxi and avoiding his eyes, he coughed dryly, "Well, I'm actually not a nightclub duck."

"What are you not a duck?"

"My name is He Yucheng, He Dongxing's younger brother."

"What? You are He Yucheng? You are that prodigal son of the He family..." Mo Wanxi covered her mouth all of a sudden.

Hearing Mo Wanxi call him the prodigal son of the He family, the embarrassment on He Yucheng's face disappeared, and he looked at her with a half-smile, "Yes, I am that prodigal son."

Mo Wanxi stared at him, "Then why did you lie to me? Why didn't you tell me?"

"I told you I'm not a duck. You've been staring at me and calling me a duck. I can't help it. I'll do whatever you want."

"This is not a reason. You are deceiving me and playing me. I hate it when people lie to me."

Mo Wanxi looked at him angrily. "You obviously have so many opportunities to tell me, why don't you keep me in the dark? It's fun for you to deceive me like this, isn't it?"

"Sorry, I didn't try to lie to you, I just..."

"What are you just? Think of me as one of your many women, playing novelty and excitement, right?" Mo Wanxi interrupted He Yucheng again angrily.

"You are too much, I tell you, I am not your messy woman!"

"I know, I didn't treat you as them. I treat you..."

"You are shameless! Shameless, He Yucheng, I hate you! I hate you to death!" Mo Wanxi interrupted him again.

She had heard Su Qiqi mention He Yucheng, he was not an ordinary person, he would come to eat, drink, prostitute and gamble.

It is said that he likes multiplayer sports the most, and he has participated in all kinds of Russian roulette and all kinds of mess.

She had been with such a person for so long, and had developed feelings for him.

It's really maddening!

Mo Wanxi couldn't bear to jump out of bed with bare feet, so He Yucheng got out of bed and grabbed her, "Wanxi, listen to my explanation!"

"I won't listen, He Yucheng, you'd better let me go, otherwise I can do anything."

"What can you do?"

"I'll kill you! Smelly and shameless, it's too dirty! I'm so dirty!" Mo Wanxi was furious, and cursed at He Yucheng.

He Yucheng originally wanted to explain it well, but when he heard Mo Wanxi scold him for being dirty, saying that he was filthy, his face darkened suddenly, and he let go of the hand that was holding Mo Wanxi.

Seeing his gloomy face, Mo Wanxi was a little scared.

She has heard all the rumors about He Yucheng, he is lustful, ignorant and promiscuous, but I don't know if he has a good temper, he can't hit women, right?

She didn't dare to scold anymore, and took a few steps back. He Yucheng looked at her sullenly, and she also stared at He Yucheng. After the two looked at each other for a while, Mo Wanxi walked away.

He Yucheng stood in the middle of the room, watching Mo Wanxi leave without moving.

Mo Wanxi walked out only to find that this was not Shui Moyi's home, but a single-family villa.

She went downstairs barefoot to the entrance to change her shoes, opened the door and left.

Mo Wanxi walked out of the villa quickly, only to find that she didn't have a dime in her pocket, nor did she have a mobile phone.

The location of this villa is so unfamiliar that she can't see the end at a glance. She can't walk to take a taxi, can she?

But asking her to go back and beg He Yucheng seems like she can't hold back her face, that's all, she'd better go, maybe she'll be lucky enough to meet a taxi?

Mo Wanxi walked along the curve of the villa for a long time, but she didn't see a taxi. She drank too much alcohol last night, and her dizzy footsteps were extremely uncomfortable.

Just as I was looking for a place to sit down and rest, the sound of a car came from behind me.

Mo Wanxi turned her head and saw a black Maybach parked behind her. The man driving the car got out of the car and opened the door, respectfully: "Miss Mo, Seventh Young Master asked me to take you back!"

She didn't see anyone from He Yucheng in the car, and Mo Wanxi wasn't pretentious. When she got in the car, the man who was driving handed her a glass of milk, "Qi Shao asked me to bring it to you."

Mo Wanxi didn't answer, anyone who wanted to drink He Yucheng's milk would not drink it even if she was killed.

She didn't pick up the man, so she just reached out and handed it over, so she had no choice but to reach out to take it, and the man handed her the milk, "Qi Shao said, you drink the milk and give you the phone."

Bastard, he still can't forget to threaten her, Mo Wanxi drank the milk angrily, and the driver gave Mo Wanxi the bag, "The phone is in the bag, Miss Mo, are you going back to Shui Moyi's house?"

"No, take me to Yayun." Mo Wanxi has nowhere to go now, only to find Su Qiqi.

In the villa, He Yucheng stood in front of the window in his pajamas, lit a cigarette, and the smoke curled up. His handsome face appeared and disappeared in the smoke, and his brows frowned into a "Chuan".

He never expected that Mo Wanxi's rejection of his identity would be so great. He knew that Mo Wanxi would be angry, sad, and quarrel with him.

But I didn't expect her to be so fierce. It's really strange that she doesn't dislike his status as a duck, but her status as the second generation ancestor?

Mo Wanxi's angry face flashed in front of his eyes, she called him dirty, is he that dirty?

He Yucheng blew out a smoke ring, and his brows frowned into the word Sichuan.