Scheming Husband Hard To Please

"No way."

"Why not?"

"Because... Because..." his tongue tied a knot and stammered twice before he said, "anyway, it just can't be him, it can't be him."

"What about Xia Jingxuan?" She chuckled and looked at him fearlessly. He was her onion. She didn't want him to care.

"Not either."

He did not hesitate to answer, let her face smile more thick, "then who is OK?"

"I..." pointed to the tip of his nose, his body was shaking, as if he was about to fall.

"Ha ha, Leng muxun, you're joking too much. You see, it's so late. Any gentleman should leave me. Please." If you don't want to pay attention to him, he is angry and resentful.

"No, you have to promise me not to associate with him in the future." He seems to have drunk too much and his tongue is tied all the time. It's rare that Leng muxun is like this. It's different from the time she saw him in the apartment. He drank too much, but he didn't speak quietly. He went into the bedroom and fell asleep. But now, his mouth is mumbling and she can hear it louder, But in a small voice, she couldn't hear what he was saying.

He's drunk. Forget it, she doesn't have the same opinion with him. "Come on, I'll take you to the car."

"No." As soon as he lifted his hand, it was a wine bottle in his hand. He had been drinking since he got out of the car. The bottle tipped over and the mouth of the bottle was facing his thin lip. He took a big gulp. He drank a lot more. "Don't care, Zhong wanqiu. You just tell me whether you will associate with Bai Moyu in the future?"

The door of Haohao's house seems to have opened for a while, and light comes out, which makes late autumn feel a little embarrassed. At this late time, she is still entangled with a man in front of the door, so she has to pull Leng muxun's hand, "go, tell me to come into the room."

"No, I don't want to disturb the children."

After drinking like this, he even remembered the poem and Guoguo, "come in, I won't quarrel with you. What you say is what you say." Anyway, when he wakes up, he may not remember anything. When people drink too much, it's like they become another person.

"Really, I mean what I say?"

"Well, let's go." Hand caught his hand, just right is his injured arm yesterday, she suddenly remembered to ask him about the elevator.

Leng muxun walked into the room with her carrying a wine bottle. She pushed him to sit on the sofa and said, "let me see your injury."

"No He shook his arm. "You don't have to be kind."

"Come on, let me see. Have you changed your medicine today?"

"No, I came right after work."

She looked up at the clock on the wall. If he arrived around seven o'clock, it was nine thirty now. Hadn't he been waiting outside for more than two hours? "Why didn't you come in?"

"His car is here." The childish low roar, he unexpectedly still know to press the voice not to wake up the poem and fruit, really don't know this man is really drunk or fake drunk, but his full body of wine smell is real.

"You can come in when he's here."

"Zhong late autumn, you step on two boats." Drink too much, he is childish accusation, let her dumbfounded.

"Leng muxun, you and Mo Yu are my friends." Now, she doesn't think much about anything. If it wasn't for Shishi and Guoguo's unexpected visit to him that she was forced into the world of him and Bai Moyu, they really didn't want to disturb them. It's also true that she didn't feel bad about taking care of her children alone.

"It's different. When you talk and laugh with him, it's different with me."

"No, it's all the same. Don't drink it now." Looking at him holding up the bottle of wine again, she hurried to stop it.

"Let me drink, I want to drink, Gudong..." another big drink down, the bottle also saw the end, "Zhong wanqiu, I still have in the car, you go to get me a bottle, I want to drink."

"Don't bother. I have it here. I'll give it to you later. Come on, let me see your arm first." Soft voice coax him, with the drunkard see eye to eye, she can be silly, she now treat him as a child.

Her voice is so light and soft, and her hands are soft and soft. When he grabbed his hand and rolled up his sleeve, he was really quiet. He looked at her quietly, and then obediently asked her to untie the gauze. Looking at the wound, the medicine didn't change. With a sigh, she took the ointment she had just taken, smeared it carefully for him, and then changed the gauze to wrap it, "does it hurt?"

"No pain, late autumn, thank you..."

His words seem to be quite sober, let her subconsciously look up at him, just so a lift, but her lips immediately pasted on him, and she actively pasted on him, "ah..."

She wanted to hide, but it was too late. Her lips were sucked by his tyranny, which did not give her the possibility to escape. "Late autumn..." he called in a low voice, and the smell of wine became more and more strong in her nose, but miraculously, she had no adverse reactions, even forgot to push him away. "Late autumn..." he called again.

Lips and teeth in his kiss picked her teeth, and then sucking her cloves, pestering refused to let go, when she panicked to escape, his injured arm was tightly around her body, let her move, Fen Hao, wantonly, with a man's unique hegemony, he strongly asked for her kiss, at that moment, the night was deep, She was lost in his warmth

In the kiss, a hand gently tilted along her body, then let her have to fall on his arm, and let him kiss more deeply. There was a heavy gasp in the air, which was his and her.

"Mommy..." suddenly, the voice of poetry came from the bed, which surprised late autumn. She didn't know where the strength came from. With a strong wave, she flashed away from Leng muxun's arm. But when she stood up and looked at the bed, the two babies were still asleep. It turned out that it was just poetry's somniloquy.

When she looked at the children on the bed in a trance, his lips hit again. The black eyes with hazy and foggy meaning wrote endless charm. The thin lips gently opened and stayed on her lips, "late autumn, I like you..."

Four words, magnetic and pleasant, let her immediately stay in front of him, watching him motionless.

Did she hear it wrong?

He said he liked her. Is that true?

I don't believe it. I don't believe it.

She bit her lips, but it was such a simple action that the man sighed, and then sucked her lips. He kept saying in the kiss: "late autumn, I like you..."

"Don't..." she murmured, and she suddenly responded. He said like, not love. But like and love are two different things. He still doesn't love her.

"Why not? Don't you like me? " He loosened his lips and held her small face in his hands. His black eyes were burning at her in the dark. "You say, you tell me, why not?"

Confused retreat, she woke up, gently shook her head, "because, I don't like you." She loves him, but she does not dare to enter his world, because his love has long been given to minqiu alone.

"Don't you like me?" He murmured this sentence, a pair of eyes how also refused to leave her small face, but the hands slowly dropped down, finally, he leaned back on the sofa, mouth or murmured that sentence: "don't you like me?" But slowly closed his eyes, he fell asleep.

I fell asleep like a child.

Late autumn staring at the man sleeping on the back of the sofa, his words have been lingering in his ears: late autumn, I like you.

Over and over again, I can't get away.

Know like is not love, but at the moment she was infatuated with his words.

That feeling is really beautiful.

He likes her.

His black eyes have been closed, the long envious eyelashes don't blink in the deep sleep, but it makes people feel that he will open his eyes at any time. The charming face is still drunk, and the thin lips are red, which makes her fingers rise and fall inadvertently. In the light touch of her fingertips, it makes her tremble. Look, what is she doing?

How could she look at him like this, how could she touch his lips when he was asleep?

Quickly stand up, suddenly back, but although far away from him, he is also the same in her eyes is so tall, she should sleep, she really did not need to pay attention to him.

A drunk man.

However, when he turned around, his lips murmured: "late autumn, I like you."

He likes her.

I blurt it out in my sleep.

The old people often say that the day has a thought, and the night has a dream.

The old people also often say that after drinking, speak the truth.

It seems that his liking is true.

Thinking of these, my heart suddenly jumped, and there were boundless ripples.

Forget it, you can't just put him on the sofa on a cold night. It will be very cold.

So, she sting back quietly, back to his side, pull his hand, "Leng muxun, wake up, go to the place where you slept yesterday?"

The man didn't move, but he really had a response, but when late autumn heard his voice, he couldn't help laughing. It was still that sentence: late autumn, I like you.

He doesn't wake up, how also don't wake up, the corner of the lip is overflowing slightly smile, as if doing what good dream.

She tried hard to drag him, and then took him to the pile of goods, but, just moved a little, he heavily back on the sofa, let her find that he is really heavy.

Frowning, she felt that she couldn't move her back and he couldn't hold him. She raised her head and looked around the room. Finally, she took a thick blanket and covered him from neck to foot. Fortunately, the blanket was big enough.