Scheming Husband Hard To Please

"Unmarried men, unmarried women, we are all free."

"The children..."

"It's my daughter..."

"It's my daughter..."

With one voice, a female reporter asked about the children, a man and a woman, who do not want to lag behind.

"Cough..." the female reporter gave a low cough. It seemed that she was thinking about which of the two people's words was more credible. But then, she laughed and said without any trace: "the children are like mommy, but daddy can teach them well."

"That is, he has many ways. He took care of the two children from childhood to adulthood. Otherwise, I couldn't take them alone. Look, the children waved to me. You talk, I'll go and have a look." Say, late autumn stand up, and then stride to Niuniu, directly put Leng muxun there, or, give it to the female reporter, people are very beautiful, to have a body, to have a face, look so young, a beautiful woman, tonight, Leng muxun will not disturb her.

"Zhong wanqiu, come back to me." Leng muxun yells after the late autumn.

She looked back with a smile, "don't scare people. Mr. Leng always treats people very gently. Don't be afraid, miss. We are divorced, but most of the time, the children follow me. They are very good." With that, she swayed to the children, not to mention how happy she was, and finally let Leng muxun out.

However, talent standing behind the children, a sneeze came out, "a sneeze..." must be someone behind her back, otherwise, she seldom sneezes.

Think of here, people will subconsciously back, Leng muxun's that table, the beautiful female reporter is talking with him, at this time, can't see his face what angry, but very comfortable.

He is really the one who attracts bees and butterflies. She can't help thinking of Baoyu. Instead of minqiu being like Daiyu, Leng muxun is really like Baoyu. If so, the two of them are predestined

Niuniu is really a blind child. She is so pitiful that Shishi and Guoguo don't want to leave. She just holds a little hand on the left and a little hand on the right.

But, always want to leave, late autumn just or high spirited, but at this time of her legs are some soft, only hard to support the table just did not let herself fall down, her cold, aggressive is not rubbed a wine can be good.

After persuading the children to go back to their desks, Leng muxun and the female reporter are still chatting with each other. Moreover, the female reporter actually occupies her place and sits in front of Leng muxun. It can be seen that the female reporter must have moved her heart and had a big new year's day, so she regarded her work as an affair.

Late autumn quietly sitting in another empty position, porridge is still hot, thick, "poetry, fruit, eat, Mommy is really sleepy." She wants to sleep. She wants to sleep. She has a headache.

"Daddy, why don't you eat it?" Poetry to see Leng muxun, a little don't like him has been talking with that strange woman, two people's voice is not high or low, what they talk about their children also don't understand, but, listen to look let her just don't like.

"I'm full. You can eat. Shall we go swimming or to the crater to see the scenery?"

"But Mommy wants to sleep."

"Mommy is ill, it doesn't matter if she doesn't go. Daddy will take care of you, and aunt Du can also help daddy take care of you."

"Auntie, too?"

"Well, she's going to interview you. She'll interview you on the way later." Leng muxun's face is always full of laughter, and he has never seen late autumn.

Oh, it's true.

Let's leave him alone. She is happy and quiet. She has been taking care of her children for so many years. Let's take him one day. Anyway, he is sincere to his children.

His blood is flowing in the children's bodies, but what about her and him?

It really doesn't matter.

Last night, he rubbed wine for her, but he didn't want anything wrong with the children's Mommy.

Moreover, he just wanted to be a woman. Now that he had her, she was dispensable.

After eating only a bowl of porridge, she couldn't eat it. Although she was still hungry, she had no appetite at all. After eating it, she stood up and said, "Leng muxun, the children are given to you. There are clothes in the car. When it's cold, I'll add one to the children. I'm a little uncomfortable. I haven't got a good cold yet. I went to sleep."

"Good." The man looked at her side face and agreed quite simply.

She walked very fast, even a little light, and her body seemed to be about to fly. For a moment, she felt that she was going to fall down. However, she insisted on walking to the elevator, and there was a voice of concern from the children in her ears: "Mommy, get better soon, we will go to the crater tomorrow, and Shishi will accompany you..."

She can't hear anything. In her mind is Leng muxun's eye-catching smile, as well as those eyes that seem to be haunting. Women don't want to move when they see them.

It's just that she pushed the woman to him.

From the elevator out, fly to the room, face to face, but ran into the waiter, arms holding a quilt, a corner of the wet hanging on the ground, the corridor at the end of the first room a waiter called out, "Xiaolian, you hurry up, how so slow?"

"Who knows why the guests in room 1202 are so strange. They just have a sleep. As soon as they wake up, the whole bed is wet. I'm just tidying it up. Otherwise, it's like the Spring Festival, and it's so frustrating..." Xiaolian says angrily, which makes late autumn can't help but droop her head.

Leng muxun splashed the water on her bed. At that time, she just wanted to teach Leng muxun a lesson, but she didn't want to cause so much trouble to the little waiter. She wanted to say sorry, but she couldn't say three words to her mouth. Finally, Xiaolian came to her side. Looking at the wet quilt in late autumn, she said softly: "sorry." After that, she flew into her room. She felt that she was good or bad. She really shouldn't do that. If there was a next time, she would clean it up by herself and never bother others.

"Plop" fell on the bed, she felt that her skeleton would be scattered, and her whole body was still weak.

She likes to sleep on her side. It is said that such women are insecure.

But at this time, the mobile phone rang, and a short message suddenly appeared: "Miss Du asked me to tell you that you are a good mother, the children are so lovely, and remember to take medicine."

Medicine?

She really forgot. When she swept the whole room, the medicine was lying on the bedside table. A glass of white wine was still steaming. It was obviously poured before she entered the room.

It's him again.

Only Leng muxun can think so thoughtfully.

This dead man, smelly man, cheap man, there is one around, still want to give her this hand, really eat the bowl, also want to pot, this man is not saved, minqiu don't marry him, or wind less Yang special feelings, only love minqiu one.

He took the medicine as if he was taking it. He put a large amount of medicine into his mouth. He took the water and swallowed the medicine with a lukewarm mouthful. She lay down again and began to faint again.

Go to sleep. When you sleep, you don't have to think about anything.

She was ill, but he went away with the children and a woman.

However, on second thought, she felt that she was not good. Isn't this the result she deliberately made for him?

Why blame him? It's her fault.

At the beginning, she could still think wildly, but soon she fell asleep in late autumn. There must be some sleeping ingredients in the medicine.

She sleeps very deeply, holding the quilt and wrapping herself tightly. She really forgets everything. She left the children to others for the first time. However, she is still not steady when she is asleep. She always dreams about Leng muxun and Bai Moyu. They seem to have a fight again, just like that time of racing, and almost something happened.

"Ah..." Bai Moyu's car caught fire, and a scream in his sleep suddenly woke up in late autumn.

The room is a dark, a faint smell of rice porridge, she gently raised her head, but there are no children in the field of vision, only Leng muxun sitting in front of the bed, "wake up?"

She suddenly panic, "poetry and fruit?" How the children disappeared, the first reaction on the accident, also surprised out of a cold sweat.

"I sleep next door. You see, you sleep across the bed, and the children can't squeeze in."

She looked at it and said, "what time is it?"

"It's early in the morning."

"Oh." Originally so late, she slept too long, na na na some blush, "I go next door to sleep with the children, you sleep in this room."

"No way." He coldly refused, "do you really want to infect the children?" Holding her hand on her forehead, "you see, fever again." Take a thermometer on the head table to get up again, "look for yourself, 38 degrees, although it's not particularly high, but such a low fever is even worse. In late autumn, I'll take you to the hospital."

"Not good." Her first reaction was to refuse, "I'll just take some medicine. The children like it here. Take them to play another day." It's only three days. She has wasted one day of her illness without accompanying the children. Tomorrow, there will be only one day left.

"Well, you can eat porridge first, and then take medicine. If the fever doesn't subside, I'm afraid it's going to be..." he looked at the wine bottle on the round corner table and thought about rubbing wine for her.

What he saw was the wine bottle, but what she saw was the camera next to the wine bottle. She was looking forward to it. "Did you take pictures of poems and fruits?"

"Yes, I'll show you." He stood up and talked about the children, with a smile on his face, as if the children were all he had, but the account book