After wearing a book after the half-moon shadow, he was favored on the headlines

Mo Xiaoyu still admires An Zhengye's first-class ability to endure pain in his heart, he is indeed worthy of being a real man in An's mother's mouth.

An Zhengye, known as a real man, felt unspeakably uncomfortable at the moment.

It wasn't the tingling of the wound that made him uncomfortable.

Instead, being drugged by Mo Xiaoyu gave him an indescribable feeling.

For the convenience of taking the medicine, Mo Xiaoyu and An Zhengye stayed very close.

The elegant fragrance of her body lingered on the tip of his nose, and when her little hands rubbed the medicine for him, An Zhengye didn't feel any pain at all, but felt her little hands pressed against his body with moderate strength, obviously the power of rubbing the medicine , but it made him feel inexplicably seductive when applied to him.

What he did was obviously a very serious thing, but An Zhengye felt it was a kind of sweet torture.

What was even more unbearable was that Mo Xiaoyu asked from time to time, and the warm breath sprayed on his body, making An Zhengye feel that the wound was not only painless, but also numb and itchy.

It's better to let the housekeeper apply the medicine for him, at least there will be no such torture.

But he was not willing to push Mo Xiaoyu away. Even though it was hard to bear, he still enjoyed this rare intimacy.

In such a conflicted mood, Mo Xiaoyu finally let him go.

"It's finished." Mo Xiaoyu rubbed his palms and observed where the medicine was applied.

That's great, she hasn't lost her skill in applying medicine.

"Thank you."

Just as An Zhengye breathed a sigh of relief, Mo Xiaoyu suddenly said, "And the wound on your forehead, I almost forgot."

An Zhengye didn't have time to refuse, Mo Xiaoyu had already held his shoulder.

The fragrance on Mo Xiaoyu's body became stronger, and An Zhengye couldn't help feeling a little warm.

"Huh? Why is your face so hot?" Mo Xiaoyu pressed his face with the back of his hand: "Do you have a fever?"

"No, this temperature is normal."

"Really?" Mo Xiaoyu was dubious.

Her eyes were wet, and An Zhengye's heart beat faster.

Now he can't wait to kiss her up, but he can't. After finally abducting the coward, if he scares her again, he doesn't know when he will be able to coax her over again.

An Zhengye suppressed the thoughts in his heart, changed the subject and said, "I'm fine, are you hungry?"

"A little bit." Mo Xiaoyu rubbed his stomach, and he was full after only one bite of dinner.

She was really hungry right now.

"I'll ask the butler to cook." An Zhengye got up immediately.

"Okay, don't bother too much, just get some noodles." Mo Xiaoyu was successfully distracted, and followed behind An Zhengye to add.

"Okay, you can wait in the living room."

"Oh." Mo Xiaoyu agreed, just as she had to wash off the medicine on her hands, she turned and walked into the bathroom.

Seeing that she didn't follow, An Zhengye secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

If Mo Xiaoyu followed, he might not be able to bear it anymore.

Temporarily staying away from the biggest temptation, An Zhengye gradually calmed down.

He gave some instructions to the butler, took a deep breath, and wanted to go back to his room, but after thinking about it, he turned around and went to the study.

Soon, the butler prepared dinner.

An Zhengye sat opposite Mo Xiaoyu with his usual expression.

"It's delicious." Mo Xiaoyu took a sip of the noodles.

"Eat more if you like." An Zhengye smiled.

"No, I'll get fat if I eat too much at night." Mo Xiaoyu sighed.

"With me around, you still gain weight?" An Zhengye was a little puzzled.

"When I meet you, I will indeed maintain ninety catties." Mo Xiaoyu explained: "But on the basis of ninety catties, I may also become fatter or thinner."

After Mo Xiaoyu finished speaking, she felt a little helpless, her physique was simply too weird.

If you don't meet An Zhengye, you will steadily gain three catties every day.

But when she met An Zhengye, she had to maintain the ninety pounds by herself.

It's like an exam. If your paper is empty, points will be deducted.

But if you answer the question, although you will be given a basic score, if you don't work hard, the basic score will still be lost.

So if she wanted to maintain her ninety pounds, it was necessary to meet An Zhengye, and it was also very necessary to maintain it by herself.

Alas, life is hard.

Mo Xiaoyu sighed faintly.

An Zhengye frowned slightly: "I will arrange for a psychologist to examine you."

"No need, I don't actually have a mental illness." Mo Xiaoyu shook his head and refused.

"You're hiding your illness and avoiding treatment." An Zhengye looked at her disapprovingly: "Don't be afraid, no matter what, I will be with you."

"I'm really not sick." Mo Xiaoyu was a little unhappy.

How can anyone believe the truth?
"Okay, you're not sick." An Zhengye seemed to have nothing to do with her, and said in a good voice, "You should go see an expert for me."

"I really..." Mo Xiaoyu still wanted to refuse.

But after thinking about it, even if she said that she was not mentally ill, she still couldn't explain the real reason why she was fat.

If she said that she came here through a book, I'm afraid they will think she is really crazy, or send her to do scientific research.

It's scary to think about it. It's better to meet with a psychologist.

Anyway, there will be no less meat.

"Okay, I'll see an expert." Mo Xiaoyu said loosely.

"So cute." An Zhengye was satisfied.

Sure enough, the wife has to touch her hair.

After eating the noodles in a few bites, Mo Xiaoyu wiped his mouth.

"I'm full, which room should I live in?" Mo Xiaoyu asked.

"The second room on the second floor." An Zhengye glanced at her and replied calmly.

"Oh, then I'll go upstairs first." Mo Xiaoyu didn't notice the dark look in An Zhengye's eyes, got up and walked upstairs.

An Zhengye curled his lips and stood up unhurriedly.

After walking a few steps, Mo Xiaoyu uttered a low cry, and the door slammed open.

"Isn't this your room?" Mo Xiaoyu asked in surprise, "Where's my room?"

"It's not my room." An Zhengye replied flatly.

"Obviously it's your room." Mo Xiaoyu pushed open the door, pointing at the layout of the room with a displeased face.

Although he only stayed here twice, Mo Xiaoyu still had a deep impression on him.

After all, the room is either black or white, so deserted and rigid, so lifeless, probably no second room can be found in the whole of city A.

Facing Mo Xiaoyu's questioning, An Zhengye looked calm.

"It used to be my room, but now it's ours."

"What is our room, I want to sleep in my own room." Mo Xiaoyu blushed suddenly.

"There is no room for you." An Zhengye walked towards the room with his arms around Mo Xiaoyu's shoulders.

"Nonsense, you and I have been sleeping in separate rooms. I obviously have my own room." Mo Xiaoyu waved his hand away with a displeased expression on his face.

Although she couldn't remember the subsequent plot, she remembered the separation part very clearly.

They haven't lived together for two years, so why did the room disappear as soon as she came back?
"That room has been converted into a cloakroom." An Zhengye replied calmly with his expression unchanged.

Mo Xiaoyu's face was full of suspicion, and An Zhengye calmly invited the housekeeper.

"Young Master, what are your orders?" the butler asked respectfully.

Before An Zhengye could speak, Mo Xiaoyu immediately asked, "Uncle Housekeeper, where is my original room?"

"Young Madam, your original room has been converted into a cloakroom." The housekeeper replied calmly.

Mo Xiaoyu didn't correct the housekeeper's name, her focus was on the room.

The housekeeper's statement was the same as An Zhengye's, and Mo Xiaoyu had to believe it.

An Zhengye raised his eyebrows, as if saying that she was unnecessary.

Mo Xiaoyu curled his lips and made a quick decision: "Then I will sleep in the guest room, please take me to the guest room."

"Sorry, Young Madam, the guest room is being renovated recently." The housekeeper apologized.

How is it so coincidental?
"There are no vacant rooms in such a big villa?" Mo Xiaoyu asked unwillingly.

"No more." The butler shook his head.

"That's it." Mo Xiaoyu couldn't help feeling a little discouraged.

"Does Young Madam have any other orders?" the housekeeper asked.

"No more, I'll trouble you." Mo Xiaoyu gave up.

"Call me again if you have orders." The butler nodded to An Zhengye and exited the room respectfully.

Until the housekeeper left the room, Mo Xiaoyu's small mouth kept pouted, his face full of displeasure.

Her expression was too cute, An Zhengye couldn't help pinching her cheek: "Don't be angry, it's getting late, go to bed early."

Seeing Mo Xiaoyu ignoring him, An Zhengye thought: "Don't be angry, I'll take a shower first."

"Hmph." Mo Xiaoyu snorted and turned his head away.

An Zhengye shook his head helplessly.

Let her calm down first, and then he will come out and coax her.

An Zhengye rubbed Mo Xiaoyu's hair before turning around and walking towards the bathroom.

Snorting coldly towards An Zhengye's back, Mo Xiaoyu raised his hand and stroked the back of his head: "Messed up my hairstyle again."

After complaining a few words, Mo Xiaoyu puffed his cheeks and looked around the room.

"Such a big villa doesn't even have a spare room." Mo Xiaoyu muttered softly.

The more she thought about it, the more unhappy she became. She even wondered if the honest housekeeper would join hands with An Zhengye to lie to her.

Just thinking about it, I suddenly heard the sound of rushing water.

Mo Xiaoyu was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly realized that it was An Zhengye who was taking a shower.

After bathing is bedtime.

Sleep must be in this room, and there is only...

Mo Xiaoyu shifted his gaze to the big bed in front of him, his face flushed red: "We won't share the same bed, will we?"

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Mo Xiaoyu's heart beat faster and he felt a little nervous.

I was so angry just now that I forgot such an important thing.

At the thought of sleeping on the same bed with An Zhengye, Mo Xiaoyu felt all the blood in his body rushing to his head.

Even if we spent a night together in the ward, it was different then.

An Zhengye was ill at the time and was in the hospital, so he definitely wouldn't do anything to her.

but tonight...

His body has almost recovered, and the two of them are legal husband and wife again.

If An Zhengye wanted to do something, she couldn't seem to refuse.

Mo Xiaoyu couldn't help but think of the heat in the movie theater, and his face burned even more.

Although she tried her best to tell herself not to think about it, but she was always unconsciously thinking about it.

While thinking wildly, the bathroom door opened.

A sound of steady footsteps came from behind, Mo Xiaoyu was thinking seriously and didn't hear it.

Until a cold voice came from above the head: "What are you thinking?"

"It's nothing." The fantasy object suddenly said, and Mo Xiaoyu's back froze.

There was even a stagger under his feet, and he almost fell, but was held firmly by a big hand.

"Be careful."

"Thank you, thank you." Mo Xiaoyu hurriedly thanked her, and found that An Zhengye's hand was still on her arm, and took a step back in surprise.

He accidentally tripped over something under his feet, and immediately leaned back.