Surrogate wife every step of the way

Sun Mengjiao didn't know what he had been through, so she just patted him on the back and agreed, "I will."

Her knight was trembling now.

hesitated for a moment.Sun Mengjiao still asked in a low voice, "What happened?"

"Yuan Xia..." Yuan Muchen only said his name, but he couldn't continue talking about the following things. He didn't know how to speak. Yuan Xia Mingming didn't experience anything, but it seemed like he had experienced something.

Yuan Xia grew up with self-esteem and self-love, that's why he decided not to care about anything after sending himself out on her birthday, because it was Yuan Xia who sent everything out.

A hot heart with infinite love.

Now, Yuan Xia has nothing left, and as an older brother, he can't do anything.

He is an outsider.

This is the truth.

But on this matter, Sun Mengjiao might be able to help a lot.

The affair happened, and Sun Mengjiao couldn't sleep. She looked at Yuan Muchen, just like all the wives in the world, and asked in a low voice, "Did something happen at work?"

Yuan Muchen was depressed, it was the first time he smoked after this kind of thing, he looked like a scumbag.

Lighting a cigarette, leaning against the head of the bed, squinting and looking out the window, Sun Mengjiao poked his waist with her weak and boneless hands, "You can't ignore me..."

Yuan Muchen grabbed her with one hand, "Don't make trouble."

Sun Mengjiao was annoyed, she was talking to him here with good intentions, but he thought he was making trouble?

Ah.

Sun Mengjiao sat up straight and began to put on her clothes. Yuan Muchen exhaled a smoke ring and asked, "What are you doing?"

"I'm going to the guest room," Sun Mengjiao snorted coldly, "Look at you, don't you look like a scumbag who refuses to recognize anyone after eating everything!"

After finishing speaking, Yuan Muchen went directly to the guest room without giving Yuan Muchen a chance to react.

The guest room was often not cleaned. She locked the door and changed new sheets. It was a bit uncomfortable to lie on, but in order to punish the man who didn't know what to do, she endured it.

Yuan Muchen hadn't slept all night, his eyes were black and blue, and the bedroom smelled of cigarettes. At six o'clock in the morning, he got up and made breakfast, sitting in the living room like a puppet.

Never been as helpless as today.

He also messed around when he was young. When he was a recruit, it was a trivial matter to disobey the orders of his superiors and be fined to run a few kilometers, but he did not protect Yuan Xia well, and this incident seemed to take root in his heart.

My heart hurts just thinking about it.

When Sun Mengjiao got up, she went to the master bedroom to take a look at it. Well, the ceiling was already glowing blue, and the smell from the door she just opened made her cough a few times, and then she went directly to open the window, but I can't get angry anymore.

How many things did Yuan Muchen have to go through before the folded-eared cat became depressed?

She racked her brains and couldn't figure it out. She wanted to ask his group of friends, but found that she didn't know him well except Zhao Zifeng.

She was sitting at the dining table, and in front of her was Yuan Muchen, who had hardly had breakfast with her, and she asked tentatively, "Aren't you going to the army today?"

"En." Yuan Muchen responded, then felt a little too cold, and added, "I haven't been going recently."

"Huh?" Sun Mengjiao felt that something was wrong, and a lot of drama had already popped up in her mind. She thought that Yuan Muchen might have been bullied in the army, but on second thought, he was so awesome, who would dare to bully him? ah.

After all, Yuan Muchen's overbearing image is deeply buried in Sun Mengjiao's heart.

Sun Mengjiao had so many questions in her mind that she didn't know what to eat for breakfast, and she didn't know what to ask for a while.

After breakfast was over, Yuan Muchen went straight to the kitchen to wash the dishes, and Sun Mengjiao leaned against the door to watch him treat the bowls slowly, with unprecedented gentleness, ah no, it was dawdling.

When you think about something and then do another thing, the efficiency will naturally become lower.

Sun Mengjiao understood, but she really didn't know how to ask, and only then did she realize that there seemed to be a wall between her and Yuan Muchen.

Except for Yuan Xia, she didn't know anything about Yuan Muchen.

She knew nothing about his career and love.

What's more, when something happened to the army, she didn't know how to deal with it at all.

When Yuan Muchen was turning on the faucet to rinse the foam from the bowl, she walked over slowly, put her arms around Yuan Muchen's waist, rubbed her head on his back, and coaxed in a low voice: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't be willful. "

In fact, what she wanted to say was not this, but she felt that such an opening should be acceptable to Yuan Muchen.

She doesn't mind showing weakness, if it can make Yuan Muchen happy.

Yuan Muchen's hand washing the dishes paused, and said hoarsely, "You don't need to say sorry in front of me."

Sorry for these three words, he has heard enough.

"You can be unscrupulous and willful." Yuan Muchen continued to add, "No matter what you become, I am yours."

He didn't say that no matter what you become, you are mine, but "I am all yours".

A simple change of location, but different ownership.

Sun Mengjiao was overwhelmed by the reflection time for breakfast, and suddenly she felt blessed, "Did something happen to Yuan Xia?"

Yuan Muchen was so abnormal that she was at a loss for what to do.

There are very few people who can make him lose his sense of proportion, so... probably only Yuan Xia.

Yuan Muchen put the things in the cabinet, wiped his hands, and then took Sun Mengjiao to the living room. The two of them sat on the sofa and were silent for a while before Yuan Muchen said slowly, "I don't know what to do."

She had never seen such a helpless Yuan Muchen.

"I can beat people to death, but no matter what happens to him, Yuan Xia will never come back." The words were so abstract that the corners of Sun Mengjiao's mouth twitched. At first he thought it was Yuan Xia who was gone.

She poked Yuan Muchen's waist, "Yuan Xia is still alive."

Yuan Muchen was stunned, and was amused by her brain hole, and the atmosphere suddenly became warmer and warmer, "You know I don't mean that."

The atmosphere in the room became better, and it became easier to talk about things. Yuan Muchen's ability to express was surprisingly good. He explained the important parts from the beginning to the end, and Sun Mengjiao couldn't help but sigh.

This... seems to be right or wrong.

Yuan Xia was defeated by her demons.

She could only say that she would take the time to comfort Yuan Xia and help her get out of the predicament, but she couldn't guarantee the rest.

Yuan Muchen had time to rest and was bored at home, so he simply found a place and planned to take Sun Mengjiao on a trip.

It just so happened that Sun Mengjiao didn't have a lot of work recently, so she made up time and started booking air tickets.

After all, it was the first time for the two of them to go out to play, so of course they wanted to have a better time.

There is no way to go to domestic attractions. The two faces of Sun Mengjiao and Yuan Muchen are so eye-catching, so naturally they have to find places abroad.

One day in July, Sun Mengjiao proposed to go to France.

France can be called the capital of romance. Many luxury brands come from here. Women have a natural yearning for this kind of place.

Yuan Muchen naturally had no objection, but he was still a little worried about Yuan Xia before he went, so he simply broke the can and called Bai Hongyu to ask him to come out and meet.

Bai Hongyu was a little surprised when he received the call, and then thought of those phone calls and text messages that had come to nothing recently, so he asked the director for a day off without saying a word, and went to the appointment.

Sun Mengjiao didn't go, she went back to the old house to look for Yuan Xia.

According to Yuan Muchen, he, the older brother, can't control it anymore, so let someone else take care of it. If that little bastard Bai Hongyu dares to bully his sister, he will beat him until he doesn't even know his own mother.

Although I don't agree with Yuan Muchen's theories of violence, it is undeniable that these theories of Yuan Muchen are quite useful.

Simple and straightforward.

When Sun Mengjiao went to the Yuan family's old house, she still felt sorry for her, but today Yuan's mother went out to play mahjong, Yuan's father was no longer there, and Yuan's grandpa traveled abroad with Yuan Ershu and the others. Yuan Xia was the only one left in the big family. .

She stayed in the room idly, leaning against the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, and opened a gap in the white curtains, greedily feeling the sunshine and beauty of this world.

She was sitting on the ground in long trousers, her face was expressionless and bloodless.

She would go downstairs to eat on time. After eating, she would go back to the room and vomit. Day after day, she became thinner and thinner day by day, but everyone didn't know that she was well disguised. No one saw through. She just thought it was summer, so she lost her appetite. good.

The audition for the script has already passed. Playing a sick and evil student in the script called "Sandstorm" is a great challenge for her.

When Sun Mengjiao walked into the old house, the servant greeted her respectfully, "Ma'am."

She nodded towards everyone, and then asked, "Where is Miss?"

"Miss is in the room and hasn't come out for a day." The servant replied.

As long as no one calls her, she will shut herself in the room for a day, without the vitality and vigor of the past, just like a Barbie doll, although beautiful, but like a dead person.

The servant didn't dare to say this, so she could only say a few words to Sun Mengjiao on the sidelines, in the hope that her family would pay more attention to the young lady.

She had mentioned this to Madam before, but Madam was busy attending high-class receptions and socializing with various celebrities all day long, so she had no time to care about Miss' life and death.

From childhood to adulthood, the young lady has always followed the young master.

Sun Mengjiao nodded, knowing a little about Yuan Xia's situation, casually comforted the servant, went straight up to the third floor, stopped at the door of Yuan Xia's room, knocked three times, and shouted warmly: " Yuan Xia."

The door opened, revealing a pale face, Yuan Xia's eyes were completely black and blue, looking like a vampire.

She didn't have any make-up on, and her face was naturally cold and pale. She was so abruptly displayed in front of Sun Mengjiao. Even though she had already developed a certain amount of psychological construction, she was still taken aback by Yuan Xia's appearance.

"Is it convenient for me to go in?" Sun Mengjiao paused, "I want to chat with you."

Yuan Xia didn't stop her, and turned her body to let her in. Sun Mengjiao sat on the sofa in her room, and Yuan Xia sat on the ground with her legs crossed. This was an extremely insecure posture.

After waiting for a while, Sun Mengjiao could only pick a question that was easier to start with and asked, "Have the results of the college entrance examination come out?"

Yuan Xia shook his head, "I'm not sure, my mother checked it."

"Can you be my school girl?"

Yuan Xia didn't say yes or no, but fell into a long silence.

After a while, she looked up at Sun Mengjiao and said in a low voice, "Sister-in-law, I don't want to study anymore."

Now she feels scared when she sees the crowd... It seems that she is not suitable for reading anymore.

Sun Mengjiao didn't expect her resistance to be so strong, she frowned, not knowing how to comfort a person.

Especially for a person like Yuan Xia who is full of self-esteem, except in front of Bai Hongyu, Yuan Xia has always been arrogant.

Even in front of Bai Hongyu, she is confident, but now she is like a flower whose branches have been pinched, only depressed.

There is a proper word to describe it: mourning.

Yuan Xia looked at Sun Mengjiao, but her gaze was dull. Her good-looking appearance would arouse the most primitive sympathy and pity in others' eyes.

"I'm dirty." Yuan Xia's voice was calm and without waves, but it stopped in Sun Mengjiao's heart, but it was full of waves.