Male god's darling: baby, let's get married!

"Why are you here?"

Mo Xinyue was wearing home clothes and her hair was tied up at will. There was a trace of girl's breath on her face without powder. And she looked like the mistress of the family.

This is to let the lover practice his wife's identity in advance?

Lu Yecheng drove her out of the car like crazy early in the morning. Then Mo Xinyue let her live in the villa?

He even let his first love live with his wife. Does he believe she won't do anything to Mo Xinyue?

Mo Xinyue leaned on the dining-room table with coffee and a winner's smile on her face. "Ye Cheng was hurt in the head a while ago and hasn't recovered. Now he is also hurt. As a family doctor, it will be more convenient for me to stay at home and take care of him. Mrs. Lu won't mind! "

Do you mind?

Now she has moved in directly. Is it useful for her to say that she cares? Mo Xinyue deliberately mentions the scar on Lu Yecheng's head and reminds Qiu Yi that she is the one who injured Lu Yecheng and the one who gave her the chance to live in the villa. It's no wonder others are on their heads.

"I'm in trouble, Miss Mo, and I have to condescend to live in my small place." Qiu Yi lost his initial surprise, and Mo Xinyue was frustrated by his ordinary voice.

Last time I saw her in the villa, I told her that the hostess of the family was Qiu Yi. How could you be so calm this time?

She waited here for a long time before she came back. Did she figure it out?

Mo Xinyue looked at Qiu Yi in disbelief and squeezed out two tears. "I really just want to take good care of Ye Cheng. I'll leave when he's ready."

Qiu Yi felt inexplicable. Suddenly, the woman began to pretend to be weak again. Suddenly she felt a look on her back, which made her very uncomfortable.

Turning around, he saw Lu Yecheng's gloomy face and came to Mo Xinyue with the document in his hand.

"I let you live in. Don't tell her."

Lu Yecheng's words completely deny her identity as the mistress of the family. Before, she only withdrew money secretly through her. Now she openly talks about love at home.

Is Lu Yecheng too floating, or can't she lift the knife?

"Mr. Lu, you arranged your little lover like this. Where did you put my wife?" His eyes turned and questioned Lu Yecheng like a wronged little wife.

Lu Yecheng's words are like a basin of cold water on Qiu Yi.

"We just take what we need. If you understand, you won't say more. But if Xinyue has an accident at home, I won't spare you! "

Lu Yecheng clasps Qiu Yi's head and says coldly in her ear.

Qiu Yi has a bright smile on her face. Only she knows how far fetched this smile is.

"Take what you need? When you targeted Qiu's group, how did you forget that we got what we needed? Is it a little late to talk about this now? "

"It's not too late. If you dare to vent your anger on Xinyue, I will only make Qiu die faster. You can even buy the broken company you care about right away! "

Lu Yecheng finished warning and left the villa.

Qiu Yi didn't want to face the woman. He went back to the bedroom. When he opened the wardrobe, he found that there were not her clothes, but some new and exposed nightdresses

"These are my clothes. I wanted to sleep in the guest room, but ye said she wanted to come with me... I just... Madam, you won't mind!" Mo Xinyue leaned on the side of the door. Her plain appearance seemed to say something that had nothing to do with her. The tone of showing off and demonstrating stimulated every nerve of Qiu Yi.

"In order to stay in the master bedroom, I even bothered Miss Mo to pack my clothes. Where are my clothes? "

Qiu Yi doesn't care which room he lives in. There are many rooms in the villa. It's my pleasure not to sleep with that man.

"There it is. I'm sorry, madam. Yecheng was so worried that I didn't come. Remember to hang you up to the guest room. He's in the bedroom... "Mo Xinyue said, lifting her hair, and the dark red mark on her neck was particularly clear.

Lu Yecheng left his wife on the road, took his lover home, checked in the master bedroom of the villa, and did it on their wedding bed. Maybe he even did it in the bathroom.

Qiu Yi looked at the things in the room as if he could see what they did.

Qiu Yi was not angry, but felt very funny.

"It's all right. It's just rubbish. Don't forget it!" Qiu Yi took out some of her certificates on the bedside table. The red marriage certificate lying in the drawer seemed to satirize her. Just after hearing a touching story about the position of a junior, she reminded her that she was the protagonist of the story.

Qiu Yi doesn't intend to compete with Mo Xinyue for this man and serve with other women. She doesn't have the stomach.

He took his things, put his marriage certificate in his bag and left the master bedroom.

When walking past Mo Xinyue, Qiu Yi took out his marriage certificate and said seriously, "even if you sleep in this room, you don't necessarily get this red certificate."

It was mo Xinyue who gave up their feelings and made her a passive third party. Now this person appears in their marriage and becomes an active third party.

It's really the reincarnation of heaven.

Qiu Yi casually enters a guest room and lies tired in bed. I'm so tired these days. Qiu Yi took a shower and lay in bed. She slept tired.

It's uncomfortable to sleep on the sofa in the old house. I'm always worried about people coming in. I almost have no sleep all night.

When Qiu Yi opened his eyes again, it was already dark.

Qiu Yi remembered that she hadn't eaten for a day.

Downstairs, I casually ordered some noodles and ate them alone.

Some people will destroy the uneasy peace. Maybe Qiu Yi's noodles are too delicious. Mo Xinyue shouted when she pulled Lu Yecheng downstairs, "it's so fragrant, Yecheng. I also want to eat noodles."

Qiu Yi ate noodles, sneered and ignored it.

Only like what others eat.

Lu Ye dotes and touches Mo Xinyue's head. He turns around and orders Qiu Yi coldly, "cook a bowl of noodles for Xinyue."

Let her cook noodles for Mo Xinyue?

Qiu Yi didn't even lift his head and casually dealt with him, "there's no noodles. I want to eat out!"

Two people dress up so well that they are ready to go out to eat. Now come to rob her face and serve Mo Xinyue? Qiu Yi quickly ate up the noodles in his mouth, threw the bowl into the pool, and went back to the room.

When I went up the stairs, I heard crying and comforting voices behind me.

"Ye Cheng, is she angry? I shouldn't say noodles." Mo Xinyue wipes her tears wrongfully, but she smiles in her heart. In Lu Yecheng's heart, she is heavier than Qiu Yi after all.