The Most Loving Marriage In History: Master Mu’s Pampered Wife

I had to, for a moment, waited for a moment, and then the little guy closed his eyes again and slept for a while. He only reached out and took him over the summer night. This time Xiaoxiaocheng just moved and squinted at the summer night. Then I closed my eyes again and continued to sleep.

Xi Xia night looked down at the little guy for a long time, then took a breath and looked up at the wall clock on the wall.

The night is already deep, the wind outside is very cold, is it a toss for a night, and finally, the summer night decides --

"Lin Biao, Sister Wang, it's already late. Go back to sleep first. He estimates that some people are not used to it. Let me take it first, Mr. Mu, take the son's pillow -"

Xi Xia night said, he had already turned his son and went to his bedroom.

......

Mu Yanchen's eyebrows were twisted into a ball, watching the little guy in the middle of the big bed, for a while, looked up and looked at the opposite summer night, Shen Sheng, "What do you mean?"

Xi Xia night looked at the son who had already slept sweetly. He also picked up the quilt and lay down. He grabbed his messy hair at random. "He can't sleep well, and he may wake up at night. I am more convenient to take care of." He, then you can still hold him, this is very good, OK, go to bed early, you turn a little, burn just retreat, don't rely so close."

As she said, she had reached out and turned off the main light in the bedroom, leaving only the dimly lit wall lamp next to the floor-to-ceiling window.

Mu Xiaochen’s head couldn’t help but feel a pain. She looked at her mother and son who had already slept. For a while, she sighed helplessly. Some depressed and dissatisfied looked at her son’s milky body.

What he needs is a slim, soft and tempting bean bag, not a small bean bag!

It’s a nightmare!

He will know!

He is getting no more status in this home!

After thinking about it, I only carried my slender fingertips and rubbed my head, and pulled the quilt. The tall body went straight over the past, and the quilt that picked up the summer night was also drilled in. She struggled and had already shackled her whole person in her arms. She struggled in the summer night, but he was tighter, and the voice was low with a bit of gnashing. "Mrs, I didn't think you were quite happy." Is this the posture that came up later?"

Xi Xia night listened, could not help but burst into amazement, quickly turned around, facing him, this can clearly see his face look unsatisfactory, this is still a sour taste, this reflects the man is weird What is it for one night?

At the moment, some of them couldn’t help but couldn’t help but scorn, “Oh, Mu Dong, I didn’t think your heart was smaller than that eye.”

"This is not a problem that is unintentional. It is a problem of enlightenment. It is easy for you to form a kind of love for your son. You will take care of him better. Later, it will be the husband of another woman. He will only treat him in the future." The daughter-in-law is very good, and it is not good to raise a son. There is no conscience. I will not listen to you in the future. It is better to have a daughter to be intimate. Moreover, your man is me, and the person who will accompany you to the end will definitely be I……"

"What theory do you have? This daughter will become someone else's wife! You say this, do you admit that you are also a son without conscience? No wonder you are not with your parents, and then I have not seen you. Shun! Our son must be a reasonable person in the future, have their own thoughts, and they will be very good to us. After we are old, we must count on our sons and daughters and grandchildren. They often come back to see us. Like my grandparents, Mr. Mu, I haven’t found out that you are quite selfish."

Xi Xia night looked at him with disapproval. The gaze was cold and with a hint of warning.

"I am naturally an exception. Selfishness is also selfish to you. Well, if I lose my word, don't look at me with this look... Madame, son, give me care, you worry about work, worry about me."

"You don't like our son?"

Xi Xia night looked at him with a sigh of relief.

"How is it possible? As long as you are born, I like it. I just want to express my opinion. Isn't this worrying about your emotional spending imbalance, causing a fire in the backyard? What do you think about your family?"

He asked her very seriously and embraced her.

The girl in the summer night listened, but he took a very serious look at him and replied, "Alright, I used to think that you are a male god. Now the image is starting to fall, so little from the male god."

"That's not bad. I used to come here. In a harmonious family, the influence of parents' feelings on children is very important."

"What do you mean? Express your meaning clearly."

Xi Xia Xiu’s eyebrows were raised higher, and there was a hint of interest in his eyes.

"It means that we have to be very lyrical in front of our sons. Not only are they good, but they also have a tacit understanding. If you are always so cold, you will not worry about me..."

"Worry about you? Worried about finding a female secretary? Or which movie star is having dinner together? I heard that a new signing spokesperson from the public relations department is still a pure little girl. The person is very beautiful, the day of the annual meeting. Someone looked at her more and saw the little girl blushing, thinking I didn't know?"

On the summer night, the slender fingertips gently picked up his chin and looked at him for a moment.

Mu Xiaochen now knows that this woman is very scary when she turns over the old account. When she looks at her eyes, he feels straight in his heart and quickly opens his mouth. "Whoever looks at her, you are not standing at that time." Is she behind me? I don’t think you are looking at her. Moreover, it’s that color, what time is your family’s taste so low? What will she be wrong with her? You don’t know that I have never seen those actresses. ""

His low voice fell, as if he suddenly remembered something, and then slowly let go of her, the black scorpion dug a little, took a breath, pulled up the quilt, covered the two people's body, "late, sleep Let's go."

The happy hour, which was not easy to cultivate, was suddenly replaced by a faint stagnation, and he recovered his sorrow. When he saw him, he had closed his eyes silently, and her heart was not good enough. Encircling his strong waist and coming over, "I don't mean that, don't be angry with me, Mr. Mu..."

He reached out and grabbed the hand that she had explored, and did not open her eyes. "Mr. Mu did not have the courage to give birth to your anger..."

She smiled at once, "Is it?"

"What do you say?"

He squinted at her with a sigh of relief.