Wrong Love Marriage: Sheng Shao's Mysterious Wife

Although she couldn't bear it, Gu Xintong still carefully pulled the corner of her clothes out of his palm while he was asleep, and then rolled over and got out of bed.

Sheng Muhan was lying sideways on the other side of the bed, when he heard the movement, he opened his eyes suddenly, stared at her and asked, "What are you doing?"

Gu Xintong stopped walking, turned around and made a silent gesture towards him, then pointed at Sheng Sibei who was sleeping soundly, and said, "Keep your voice down, don't wake Beibei up."

After finishing speaking, she continued, "Second Young Master, didn't you always hope that Beibei could develop a relationship with Sister Mei Ting? I'll call Sister Mei Ting over to sleep with you, and I'll come right away."

She said this not because she guessed that Gu Meiting must be racking her brains at this moment to think about how to trip her up, but because she sincerely wanted to give up the position to Gu Meiting and let her marry Sheng Muhan earlier.

But Sheng Muhan squinted his eyes, looked at her and said coldly: "What did you say?"

"I said." She walked towards him, blinked her eyes at him and said, "Second young master, don't you like sister Meiting? I'll call her over to sleep with you, how about it? Are you happy? Are you okay? happy?"

"Happy, happy." Sheng Muhan watched her harmless expression, and the image of being forcibly locked in the room by her flashed through his mind, and he said indifferently: "Since you are so gentle and considerate, then go back downstairs and continue." Kneel down, and I will be happier, happier."

"But I don't want to kneel. Look, my knees are still swollen." Gu Xintong pulled up her trouser legs to let him see her knees.

Sheng Muhan, who was full of displeasure, naturally didn't have the heart to look at her knees, but grabbed her shoulders with one hand and pulled them forward, looked at her closely and asked, "Little fool, do you really want to divorce me that much?"

"correct."

"So simple?"

"Because you treat me badly." Gu Xintong asked solemnly: "Second Young Master, what do you really want? One moment you say you want to divorce me and marry Sister Meiting, and the next moment you ask me why I want to marry you Divorce, you are as fickle as Beibei!"

Seeing her earnest eyes, Sheng Muhan's expression changed slightly, and he said: "Even if I am fickle and I want to marry Gu Meiting, there is no need for you to worry about it here, just roll up and sleep."

After speaking, he lay back on the bed with his back to her.

Gu Xintong looked at his back and pretended to be wronged: "But I'm obviously doing it for your own good, why don't you appreciate him at all?"

"I just want Beibei's illness to get better soon." Sheng Muhan's tone became cold: "If you don't want to sleep with Beibei, you can go downstairs and kneel."

"..." Gu Xintong thought a little speechlessly: this guy's endurance is too strong, for Beibei's illness to recover quickly, even the most annoying little fool can bear to sleep with him.

It seems that his affection for Beibei is really deep, no, it should be said that he has really deep affection for his ex-wife.

In order to get rid of the fate of continuing to kneel, Gu Xintong had no choice but to obediently go back to the other side of the big bed and lie down.

Although Sheng Sibei was lying in the middle, because it was a small bed of 1.5 meters, the people lying on both sides could still clearly feel each other's breath.

In the uneven breathing of each other, the ambiguous atmosphere gradually faded away.

Gu Xintong tried very hard to ignore Sheng Muhan who was on the other side of the small bed, but the image of that night in the Spring Hotel kept popping up in her mind.