Mysterious president, get away from me!

Fortunately, he didn't keep pestering on this issue. He blinked cunningly and said with pride, "wife, don't worry. In fact, I asked Fengxi to buy snacks for me secretly. I hid them under the quilt. My father didn't know. He thought I hadn't eaten all day. He was so angry that he had to promise me to stay in Yingcheng. I was so smart, Right? "

He is like a child who succeeds in bad things. He shows off his caution to his closest friends. Maureen looks at him in high spirits, and a thought suddenly appears in his mind. If he is like this all the time, it's actually good. At least, like a child, he lives happily.

However, the proud Mu Chen Han, he has his responsibility, after he recovers, remembers this section of course, perhaps also can chagrin.

Imagining the chagrin he might show, Maureen couldn't help laughing. Then, she clenched his hand and praised him softly in his expectant eyes, "yes, you are so smart."

Ding Ling, Ding Ling

After Mo Ling and Mu Chen Han separate, they return to the villa. As soon as they go upstairs to check the sleeping situation of the two children, the doorbell downstairs rings.

It's almost ten o'clock, so late, who will come?

Mo Ling walked downstairs quickly. Through the visual doorbell, she saw that the man who had just been separated from her for less than ten minutes was standing in front of her home.

She shook her head in a funny way and quickly opened the door.

Mu Chen Han's suit coat hasn't been changed yet. He holds a snow-white pillow in his arms and wears a pair of indoor slippers on his feet. The black brim outlines a beautiful face to the extreme. His charming Phoenix eyes look at her pitifully, with a trace of chagrin in his voice. "Wife, I can't sleep."

Mo Ling couldn't laugh or cry, "you just came home less than ten minutes, and you didn't even have time to change your clothes. How do you know you can't sleep?"

He said seriously, "I can't sleep in an empty room without you."

Mo Ling Leng Leng, looked down at the pillow in his arms, seemed to understand his intention, she tentatively asked, "you, want to come to my house to sleep?"

He nodded generously. "I want to sleep with you."

In fact, what he meant was that he wanted to sleep in the same room with her, but he was able to say it so naturally that it was inconceivable. He seemed to take it as a matter of course, without the slightest scruple.

"..." Mo Ling kneaded her eyebrows and said patiently, "Chen Han, we can't sleep in the same room now. If you don't want to sleep in your house, you can live in my guest room."

He said wrongly, "I can sleep on the sofa without disturbing your rest."

"The point is not whether you will disturb my rest, but whether we are different men and women and can't sleep in the same room, do you understand?" Mo Ling's headache is even better. He explains it with painstaking care.

"You are my wife. It's reasonable and legal that I sleep in the same room with you." He puffed his cheeks to cheat.

"It's not reasonable and legal to sleep in the same room before we get the license," she said

"I don't care, I'm going to sleep with you!" He squatted down with his pillow in his arms, looked up at her and said, "if you don't agree, I won't go. I'll squat here all night."

“……”

Mo Ling looked at the rogue guy squatting in front of her. He was funny and angry. She had learned his stubborn temper. If she didn't let him in, he would squat at the door all night. Therefore, after much entanglement, she decided to take him in all night.

She had no choice but to smile. She put her right hand in front of him and said softly, "get up, I promise."

"Wife, it's very kind of you."

With a smile, he put his right palm on her hand, followed her strength, stood up, held his pillow and went upstairs with her happily.

Walk into Mo Ling's bedroom, Mu Chen Han curiously looked around, and then cast his eyes to the bathroom with frosted glass door.

Mo Ling is tidying up the sofa, planning to make a comfortable nest, might as well suddenly hear him say, "wife, I want to take a bath."

She jerked around, looked at him and said, "I don't have a man's bathrobe here."

He looked at her, clearly smile, "I can wear your ah."

It's strange for such a tall and straight man to wear her bathrobe.

Mo Ling pursed her lips uneasily. "Wait for me. I'll go to your house and get your bathrobe for you..."

Mo Ling has been single for a long time, but she is not used to getting along with men. After finishing this sentence, her cheek turns red again. Without waiting for mu Chenhan to reply, she quickly throws down a sentence "wait for me, I'll go to get your clothes right away", and then runs away.

Mu Chen Han looked at her slightly flustered figure, the corners of her lips bent, and the dark eyes filled with laughter, which was about to annihilate him.

After running out from home, Mo Ling just reflected that they used a password lock in this community. She forgot to ask him for the password of the security door.

However, there should be servants in his family.

After hesitating for a while, Maureen walked quickly to the opposite villa.

She rang the doorbell of the gate, and the ghost brake opened the door for her. She said with a smile, "I'll help Chen Han get some clothes. What's the code number of his bedroom door?"

Ghost Cha light way, "your birthday."

Maureen's face was full of smile, and soon recovered as usual, "thank you."

This is the first time for her to walk into mu Chenhan's bedroom. Deep color decoration and low-key luxury are in line with his taste. On the wall, a picture attracts her eyes.

It was the scene of a woman sleeping soundly. She lay on her side, her black hair spread on the white pillow. She was covered with a brocade embroidered duvet. The fluffy quilt wrapped her body, just like a fat cicada pupa, which made her face more compact and beautiful.

She fell asleep peacefully and happily. She may have had some beautiful dreams. Her lips were raised slightly, and her eyebrows were mixed with a faint smile.

Mo Ling involuntarily moves her feet towards the portrait. She reaches out her right hand and gently touches the woman in the picture. It's her. The woman in the picture is herself.

Mu Chenhan signed the painting. The date was a week after her death.

From the perspective of the environment in the painting, it should be in Jingyuan. In other words, mu Chenhan wrote down the appearance of her sleeping one day, and painted the painting a week after she disappeared.

Fu Xuan said that for half a month after her death, mu Chenhan locked himself up in Qiushan villa, and no one saw him. Did he torture himself dejectedly and painfully in front of the painting every day?

Mo Ling's fingers gently rubbed the painting, as if stroking the painful time. Her fingers trembled slightly, and her bright eyes began to burst into tears.

From Qiushan villa to Mu's family, and then from Mu's family to Yingcheng, no matter where he goes, does he take this painting with him?

Every time she knew him more, she could feel how much he loved her. With a tearful smile, she whispered, "fool!"

"I'm coming back."

Mo Ling wrung a bag of clothes and pushed open the door of the bedroom. Eh, the room was empty. Where did Mu Chen Han go?

On the right hand side, suddenly came the sound of the door handle turning, Mo lingxun went, the translucent frosted glass door was pushed open, and mu Chenhan was coming out of the bathroom.

As soon as Mo Ling's face turned red, he quickly moved his eyes up and stared at his face, which was slightly red after being covered with hot water. He said, "I've taken your bathrobe over. You can go in and change it."

With that, she handed him the paper bag in her hand.

The distance between them is not far. If he stretches his arm, he can reach the paper bag in her hand.

But, Mu Chen Han didn't reach out to pick up, but stood upright, one face said seriously, "wife, can you come closer and hand it to me?"

Mo Ling casually asked a "what's the matter", his feet have been close to him.

He looked down at the woman's bathrobe he was wearing, then pulled the pathetically short hem of the bathrobe, and then looked up at her with an honest expression, "the bathrobe is too short."

“……”

Mo Ling's step was stiff. They were only a few centimeters away at the moment. She could smell the faint fragrance of bath milk on his body. It was the smell she used to use. When she used it, she didn't feel anything. When he used the same bath milk, she felt that the fragrance seemed stronger and more charming.

She fixed her eyes on his head, and then, stiffly, handed the paper bag to him. "OK, go in and replace it."

He took the bag and nodded in a small arc.

As he turned back to the bathroom, Maureen turned quickly.

Clang, the bathroom door gently closed, the room sounded rustling sound of changing clothes.

What does Mo Ling think of, the cheek is slightly suffused with red, cough a, slightly raise the volume, say, "Chen Han, I have a word to want to say with you."

The voice in the bathroom suddenly disappeared. The figure of a man was reflected on the frosted glass door. He stopped and said, "what?"

Mo Ling cleared his throat, trying to make his voice sound very serious, "don't say it again in the future, it will make people feel disrespectful."

He was silent for a moment, with a calm "Oh".

"No, no, no!" Mo Ling quickly interrupted him, his cheek was red and bleeding, "that word can't be said. In fact, in the case just now, if you directly explain to me that "the bathrobe is too short", I can see what you mean. So, you don't have to mention that. Do you understand? "

"I didn't mean to." Inside the glass door, came the voice of the man, "that sounds like a pervert."

“……”

Oh, if you talk about such words, people will really treat you as a pervert.

Mo Ling took a deep breath and decided to teach him these common sense things. So she spent more than ten minutes, blushing and explaining to him which words were indecent and could not be mentioned to others.