Stop! You're Just An Ex-husband

Hang YunRuo looks at Mu Jingyang and hang Muhe and takes back the key. He raises a smile at the corner of his mouth and looks at the back of Hang Muhe. A sense of victory rises in his heart.

Hang YunRuo has been reluctant to compete with anyone, because he always feels that it is his own person, no matter who can't take it away, but the appearance of Hang Muhe shakes hang YunRuo's mind.

The position of hangmuhe around Mu Jingyang is very special. In many difficult years, hangmuhe gave Mu Jingyang a lot of help and care, and Mu Jingyang was more grateful and moved to hangmuhe.

So hang YunRuo has been very entangled with hang Muhe, so he was very satisfied to see Mu Jingyang for the first time because he told hang Muhe something.

After Mu Tianfeng was sent back to the ward, Mu Jingyang and hang YunRuo got on the bus and went back to Mu's old house. Three aunts see two people come back together, the face is also no good expression, hum a, turned back to his room.

Hang YunRuo looks at Mu Jingyang helplessly, and a smile appears on his face. Mu Jingyang kisses hang YunRuo's face, indicating that hang YunRuo doesn't put these boring people in his heart.

After a short rest, hang YunRuo puts on his work clothes and goes to the studio. Looking at the paintings he painted in the Museum of human body art some time ago, he takes them out and carefully analyzes his paintings. He frowns slightly and feels that there are still many places to adjust.

Putting the painting aside, hang YunRuo picked up the brush and began to revise his painting little by little. Even Mu Jingyang didn't find hang YunRuo.

Mu Jingyang looks at hang YunRuo seriously and thinks that this woman is really charming. A moment of bowing is full of tenderness. Mu Jingyang's face with a smile, the heart is also secretly proud.

Because of such tenderness, only mu Jingyang can know it, and only mu Jingyang can enjoy it! But when his eyes fell on hang YunRuo's painting, the expression on his face was slightly stiff.

On the drawing paper is a handsome man with obvious body curve, beautiful muscles and self-confidence in his body.

Hang YunRuo is seriously adjusting the color and proportion. What he just wants to continue painting is that all of a sudden, the brush in his hand is taken away, and then his body lightens.

When he came back to his senses, he found that he had been hugged by Mu Jingyang. Mu Jingyang stepped out of his long legs, and without hang YunRuo's struggle, he carried hang YunRuo to his bedroom.

"Jingyang, what are you doing? I have to work! My brother's studio is short of paintings. Let me send more paintings... "If hang YunRuo didn't understand what happened to Mu Jingyang, he just struggled to get up and went back to the studio.

But the body has not yet stood firm, Mu Jingyang's body straight pressure over, Mu Jingyang unique breath surrounded hang YunRuo, so ambiguous breath let hang YunRuo red a pretty face.

"Jingyang..." hang YunRuo gently called out Mu Jingyang's name, with a trace of temptation in his voice, as if inviting Mu Jingyang.

Mu Jingyang looks at hang YunRuo under his body. His white cheeks are covered with lovely red halo. A mist rises in his wet eyes, which is inexplicably charming and attractive.

Mu Jingyang bent down and bit hang YunRuo's lips gently. Soft touch, sweet taste, let Mu Jingyang a little bit of degradation, gradually deepened the kiss.

Hang YunRuo was also kissed by Mu Jingyang, and his brain was blank. But every time Mu Jingyang's kiss deepened, hang YunRuo felt as if fireworks were blooming in his mind.

Gorgeous, wonderful, the moment is the feeling of eternity. Mu Jingyang's hand, along the curve of hang YunRuo exquisite, hang YunRuo exposed skin, gradually become pink.

Mu Jingyang takes hang YunRuo's hand, gently across his chest, slowly portrait waist, let hang YunRuo carefully feel the ups and downs of his muscles, and resolute lines.

"My little daughter-in-law, what do you think of your husband's figure?" Mu Jingyang took hang YunRuo's little hand and bit him on his neck.

Hang YunRuo's body trembled, touched Mu Jingyang's fingertips as if they were burning, hot hang YunRuo's body came out with a layer of sweat.

Hearing Mu Jingyang's low voice ringing in his ears, hang YunRuo's face became more red, like a ripe apple waiting to be picked.

"Say, what do you think of my figure?" Mu Jingyang heard the male model on the painting in his heart. He was still jealous and slightly jealous.

His cloud if, can only look at oneself, her eyes shouldn't have other people, Mu Jingyang once again deeply kisses hang cloud if soft lips.

"Your body... Good, very good..." hang YunRuo's breath was robbed by Mu Jingyang again and again. He could only finish his words stumbling and stumbling. Mu Jingyang's two faces showed a charming smile. The next second, hang YunRuo's gauze skirt flew out of his body

"YunRuo, you say you like me, so you can only like me. You can only have me in your eyes. You can't look at others or draw others!"

Mu Jingyang hugs hang YunRuo tightly and says with a domineering look. Looking at the fine sweat on hang YunRuo's face, he kisses hang YunRuo with heartache.

If hang YunRuo hears Mu Jingyang's words vaguely, he feels funny in his heart. Although Mu Jingyang has always been a serious and cold person in the eyes of outsiders, and even some heartless, only hang YunRuo knows that he is also a coquettish man in front of the people he likes.

It's all men in front of the people they like. It's all children. It's true. Now Mu Jingyang is like a child, hoping hang YunRuo can give him an accurate answer.

"I only like you, I only love you..." hang YunRuo closed his eyes and said softly. After hearing this, Mu Jingyang gave hang YunRuo a big kiss on his face.

"You have the best figure! I'll only draw you in the future! " After knowing this, hang YunRuo realized that Mu Jingyang was jealous when he saw the portrait of his male model, so he opened his eyes and said to Mu Jingyang.

"That's natural! Who am I? I'm the husband of hang YunRuo. I must be the best! You put such a good husband at home, have such fresh body, you also see other men, I doubt I have no charm! "

Mu Jingyang looks at hang YunRuo pitifully with an expression of grievance on his face. Hang YunRuo gently kisses Mu Jingyang, tightly leans on Mu Jingyang's broad chest, closes his eyes and sleeps deeply.