Mysterious president, get away from me!

"I don't understand. I think Ling Ling is better than a Ling. Besides, you are my wife. What's wrong with me calling you wife?" He spread his hands, showing a puzzled expression, but fortunately, he blinked strangely.

Oh, he's so cute.

This man, after his head became a child, made a childish move. Why is he so cute!

Mo Ling can't resist his ability to sell cute.

She clenched her fist, recited calmness in her heart, then continued to move her butt aside to prevent him from approaching her, saying, "I've said many times that I'm not your wife, so don't call me that. Ling Ling's name is too numb. So don't call me that way. I'll be laughed at. Do you understand? "

He shrugged his shoulders regretfully, with a reluctant look on his face. "When there is no outsider, I call you wife. When there is an outsider, I call you aling, so happily decided."

Where did you have a good time?

Where on earth are you happy?

Clearly you are not happy, I am not happy, OK! Maureen felt that he was about to be angry to death.

She held her forehead with one hand, very depressed, and moved her buttocks silently. She had just moved to the end of the sofa, and then she sat down on the floor with a flash and a plop.

Ass fell numb, moling bit his lip, there is a kind of grievance to cry impulse.

"Wife, how did you sit on the ground?" Mu Chen cold is condescending, clear double eyes, straight hook ground is looking at her, a face curiosity.

Mo Ling sniffed and complained in a dull voice, "who let you squeeze me! It's all your fault

He suddenly opened his eyes, as if just realized that it was his own problem, so nervous that he jumped up and helped her in a hurry, "I'm sorry, I'm wrong, wife, I'll help you up."

Mo Ling followed his strength to stand up, black face exclaimed, "don't call my wife!"

Unfortunately, someone didn't hear her words at all. He pulled her eagerly, "wife, do you have any pain? Let me rub it for you. "

"No! Yes! Yes

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Don't be angry. I'm wrong." His handsome face showed an apologetic expression, pouting, as if about to cry, "rub a rub on the pain, don't get angry."

Caught off guard, his broad palm pressed on her buttock and gently rubbed it up. Maureen's body trembled, just like an electric shock. She ran away quickly. Her cheeks were red and bleeding. She trembled and cried, "you don't need to rub. You, you don't come here again. Stay away from me."

His mouth pouted even more so that he could hang the oil pot. He said wrongly, "do you hate me?"

His pitiful eyes were like the expression when Zhu Zhu did something wrong and admitted his mistake to her. When his black eyes looked at her, they seemed to cry immediately.

Mo Ling's memory and intelligence are still in his childhood. The intimate behavior he just made is not to take advantage of her, but just a child's willingness to be close to others. Why does she bother so much with a child?

The blush on her face faded gradually, and she gave a little smile. Her tone softened a lot. "No, I don't hate you."

He squeezed his finger slightly and said uneasily, "don't hate me."

Mo Ling's heart trembled. How could she forget that his childhood was lonely, he was sensitive and insecure.

She involuntarily walked to him, involuntarily took his hand, a smile, "no, I will not hate you."

His face suddenly cleared up, showing a happy innocent smile, happily said, "wife, you are so good."

Mo Ling smile helplessly, she has been unable to change his address to her.

"In the future, you can only call me that when we are together. If there is a third person, you must call me Ling. Do you understand?"

He hesitated for a moment, thought seriously for a few seconds, then nodded like a chicken pecking rice, "OK, I remember."

"Well, that's good." Mo Ling gently smiles and leads him to sit down. She has decided to treat him like a child.

"Wife, you sit too." Mu Chen Han drags her, lets her sit beside him, pulls her sleeve, curiously asks, "wife, ah Xuan says, Xichen is our child, how do we give birth to him?"

"..." the smile on Mo Ling's face froze, and there was a crack.

"Wife, how do we have children?"

How can she explain the problem of having a child to a "seven or eight year old"? So, should she buy a book about sex education for children? It seems that they really need it. There are Zhu Zhu and Xi Chen at home. Although they haven't asked, they should be curious about this question

Mu Chen cold pulled to pull her hand, interrupt her reverie, "wife, I am very curious, you tell me quickly."

Mo Ling coughed uneasily and intended to be vague. "When you grow up, you will understand this problem."

"But I've grown up now."

"Well, you've grown up."

He put his hands on his knees and did it perfectly, just like a primary school student who "studies hard and makes progress every day." he said with an inquisitive face, "because I have grown up, can you explain to me how men and women have children?"

"No She flatly refused.

He looked disappointed. "What a pity. I really want to know."

Damn, she had a sense of guilt after "refusing the child's reasonable request". She turned her face aside, didn't want to see his innocent expression, and said vaguely, "you will know later."

He nodded obediently and said with a straight face, "well, wife, you have to wait for me. After I know that method, we will have another child."

For five thousand years, there is no word to describe Mo Ling's mood.

She wants to make complaints about him. You are a child yourself. What kind of child do you have? But in the end, she held back and said, "would you like some fruit?"

Mu Chen Han took a look at the fruit basket with all kinds of fruits. Bright light appeared in his beautiful eyes and said happily, "wife, do you want to eat fruit? I'll peel it for you

Without waiting for Mo Ling to answer, he had already stood up, a pair of long legs quickly stepped in front of the tea table, and brought the fruit basket over.

He holds an apple in one hand and a fruit knife in the other. It seems that he seldom does this kind of thing. His posture is awkward and his movements are unfamiliar. He holds the sharp fruit knife between his well-defined fingers, which makes people scared, for fear that he will cut his hand carelessly.

Maureen quickly stopped him, "give it to me, I'll peel it."

He twisted his body and avoided her hand. He looked confident. "I can cut it. You see, I can cut it!"

As soon as the words came out, the sharp blade scratched his left index finger, and the big blood bead appeared on his finger. He was stiff, buried his head, and didn't say a word.

"It's nothing. It's just a small injury. Don't be afraid."

Mo Ling was startled. He quickly took away the fruit knife in his hand and put it aside.

The wound was not deep. After a while, he pressed the wound with his finger, and the blood stopped quickly. Mo lingrou said in a soft voice, "it's OK. There's no blood left. I'll go to the nurse and get some disinfectant and band aid. You wait for me, and I'll be back soon."

He kept his head down, silent.

She couldn't bear to, gently stroked his hair, whispered, "I'll be back soon, waiting for me."

He still doesn't talk.

She sighed softly in her heart, looked at him again, and then quickly left to ask for band aids from the nurse.

When she came back with disinfectant and band aids, he still kept the same posture and sat on the sofa with her head down. She didn't say anything. She squatted in front of him, disinfected his injured fingers, pasted band aids, and then picked up the fruit knife and skilfully peeled.

She cut the apple into small pieces, put it in the fruit plate, poked an apple with a toothpick, fed it to his mouth, and said softly, "come on, eat the apple."

He did not open his mouth, but slowly raised his head, revealing his beautiful face, his clear and bright eyes, covered with a layer of water mist, sexy perfect lips slightly pursed, a pathetic look, soft voice, with a little nasal voice, "wife, I'm not very useless, this little thing can't do well."

Mo Ling heart acid, mild smile, "no, you just don't get used to it, when you get used to it, will do very well."

"You don't have to comfort me." He turned his face aside and puffed his cheeks, with a stubborn but injured expression. "Ah Xuan said, I'm an adult, but I only remember things when I was a child. I can't remember you or many people..."

He said, his dark eyes filled with more water mist, and his voice became more and more hoarse. "Ah Xuan said, you are my wife, so my husband should take care of her, just like my father takes care of my mother, but now I can't do anything well, I can't take care of you... I can't even peel the apple, I'm really useless..."

His sobbing expression made Mo Ling feel very sour. She didn't even think about it. She took his hand and said softly, "don't say that about yourself. You are just sick. When you get well, you will become that super powerful man again."

"What if I don't get well all my life?" With a nervous look on his face, he clenched her hand and said nervously, "will you leave me?"

How to explain to him that they are not husband and wife? How to explain to him that she is engaged to Shen Jinqi?

In the face of such a person who has no sense of security but relies on her wholeheartedly, Maureen can't say it.

He held her hand more and more tightly, and said in an urgent voice, "you answer me, will you leave me?"

"Why don't you answer me?"

"Do you acquiesce if you don't speak?"