Stop! You're Just An Ex-husband

After two days' rest, hang YunRuo has recovered most of his health. However, Mu Jingyang is still like treating seriously ill patients, not letting her do this, not letting her do that.

Hang YunRuo is a little bit collapsed. Bored looking through the magazine I have read ten thousand times, I saw Mu Jingyang buried in a pile of documents and sighed loudly.

"What's the matter? What's wrong with you? " Mu Jingyang heard hang YunRuo sigh. Some anxiously raised their heads and nervously looked at hang YunRuo.

"Mu Jingyang! I Want to Go Home! I'm so bored! I want to draw! " Hang YunRuo has a pretty face, his big eyes blinking with an innocent expression.

She's really going to get moldy! The training Xiao he arranged for himself is about to start. If you don't make preparations in advance, you will be unfamiliar with the technique!

"Your foot injury is not good, I don't trust to let you go home!" Mu Jingyang put down his work. Walking to hang YunRuo's side, he rubbed her head and pinched her smooth and tender cheek.

"But I'm really bored... Mu Jingyang!" Hang YunRuo pats Mu Jingyang's dishonest hand and stares at Mu Jingyang with a bad smile. Mu Jingyang picked his eyebrows. Big hands continue to rub hang YunRuo's head.

"Or will you be my model again?" Hang YunRuo's eyes lit up. She looked at Mu Jingyang full of expectation, and instantly thought of the portrait right. Hastily added, "this time, I want you to agree with me in black and white!"

Mu Jingyang looks at hang YunRuo, who is rarely lively. My heart is soft. How long has he been looking forward to such coquetry and dependence!

"My model is very expensive. Can you afford it?" Mu Jingyang slowly put his face together. With a sly smile on his handsome face, hang YunRuo finds that he can't hide. Had to reach out a small hand against Mu Jingyang's chest.

"Tell me, how much is it? Is 100 yuan enough? " Hang YunRuo pretended to be very generous and broke out a price. Successfully saw Mu Jingyang's face become strange and ugly. He laughed for himself.

"Stupid woman. Your smart, handsome and charming husband is worth 100 yuan? " Mu Jingyang looks at hang YunRuo, who is about to burst into tears with a smile, and matches her to perform a look of grievance.

"Well, then... 80." hang YunRuo stopped laughing and made a serious bargain.

"..." Mu Jingyang's face was completely black, and he looked at hang YunRuo. His deep eyes were filled with disdain, and his thin lips were pursed tightly. Hang YunRuo rubbed his fingers nervously. Was he really angry?

"You... Hang YunRuo... I misunderstood you! Not even 100 yuan! " When hang YunRuo wanted to say that it was a joke, how could you take it seriously? Mu Jingyang threw hang YunRuo on the bed and oppressed her overbearing.

"Mu Jingyang... What are you doing? Let go of me Hang YunRuo's face was slightly hot and his heart beat like thunder. Long eyelashes constantly trembling, like wings to fly butterfly.

"Let go of you? You are my woman all my life. I will never let you go again! " Mu Jingyang pressed hang YunRuo tightly under his body. Feeling that the little woman under him was about to be unable to breathe, he turned over and held hang YunRuo in his arms.

"You..." hang YunRuo exclaimed, holding Mu Jingyang's neck tightly for fear that he would fall down accidentally. After a few seconds, he found that he was lying on Mu Jingyang's chest, and his face was burning even hotter.

"YunRuo, I really miss you! Every day I wonder if we would have had a happier life if we had left you with us. YunRuo, it's like a dream to hold you like this! "

Hang YunRuo quietly leans on Mu Jingyang's chest and clearly hears his heartbeat and his confession. Inhaled the nose, forced to endure the feeling of tears, the head deeper buried in his chest.

"Thank you, Mu Jingyang! Thank you for trusting me this time and for your kindness to me! " Hang YunRuo's voice is stuffy. She thinks that if time can be still, then she hopes it will be in this moment.

"Perhaps the best thing in the world is not to meet, but to meet again!" Hang YunRuo raised his head and looked at Mu Jingyang. His eyes were full of tenderness.

She quietly approached Mu Jingyang and gave him a kiss on his chin like a dragonfly. After hearing Mu Jingyang's hearty laughter, she felt even more at a loss and buried her face in Mu Jingyang's arms.

"Stupid woman!" Mu Jingyang hugged the woman in his arms, as if he wanted to integrate her with himself. With her unique softness and breath on her chin, Mu Jingyang closed his eyes and felt all this beautiful like a dream.

"YunRuo, I'd like to be your model! I'll be your model all my life Mu Jingyang raises hang YunRuo's face, kisses her affectionately and solemnly.

"Mu Jingyang, will you be so kind to me all your life?" Hang YunRuo looks at Mu Jingyang, looking forward to his answer. In fact, she knew that the promise was not credible, but she believed in Mu Jingyang.

"Well, I'll treat you! I'll be good to you all my life! " Having said that, Mu Jingyang's cool lips gently covered hang YunRuo's lips and bit by bit stained his own breath

The sunshine outside the window is shining wantonly, the breeze is blowing gently, as if in people's ears, telling the years of quiet.

"Mu Jingyang! Don't move any more! I can't draw well when you move! " Hang YunRuo holds a paintbrush, his beautiful eyebrows are wrinkled together, and his ruddy lips are gently puffed up, which makes people want to take a bite.

"Hey, it's good to model for you for free! You are so picky! Woman, do you want to kill me? " Mu Jingyang's face turned black and looked unhappy.

What a wonderful atmosphere just now... I was disturbed by "painting"! He's not happy!

"No nonsense! Quickly give me a good posture Thinking of the kiss that made people blush and heart beat just now, hang YunRuo's face began to get hot again. She stamped her feet with a voice that she didn't even find.

Mu Jingyang reluctantly nodded, or in accordance with the requirements of hang YunRuo pose, quietly looking at the serious painting of hang YunRuo.

Hang YunRuo's talent in painting, coupled with his later diligence, made his achievements today. Although he loves her hard work, he also knows that hang YunRuo is not the kind of woman who likes to live on anyone. She has her rules and her bottom line.

Hang YunRuo didn't care about Mu Jingyang's gaze. She carefully composed the picture on the paper, controlled the proportion, and perfectly displayed every detail of Mu Jingyang on the paper.

In the picture, Mu Jingyang leans lazily by the bed, turns a magazine in his hand, and seems to see some interesting pictures, with an interesting smile on his mouth.

Mu Jingyang, do you know that you are the kind of person who has magic power for me. You know that it may be dangerous to be close to you, but you are still like a moth to the fire.