Di Shao chased his wife after the divorce

Tang Mucha was in a mess, it was too late to wear or not to wear at this time.

One foot has been put on the bottom of the trousers, but it is not put on.

Taking it off again is another big move.

He obviously just took a shower, but now he is sweating profusely again.

"You! Don't watch it!"

Tang Mucha took off his pants, wrapped them around his waist, and squatted down.

Di Tingye was shaken by the slender and straight big white legs in front of him. He didn't realize that he was presumptuous until Tang Mucha made a sound.

"Sorry." Di Tingye turned his eyes away, half of his body that had just entered, backed out again.

Tang Mucha looked at the closed door again, and angrily hammered the clothes in the suitcase.

She was so mad, ahhhhh!
Why do you always meet God Ting Ye when you are embarrassed!
Tang Muchia got up angrily, put on her pants, and took out the bath towel to wrap around her body.

Outside the door, Di Tingye turned his back against the door.

Looking at the opposite wall, the quiet eyes are no longer calm.

The delicate and fair scene just now was too impactful.

Di Tingye thought he had amazing self-control, and he didn't even have much interest in the affairs of men and women.

But Tang Mucha made him lose control many times, and it was even difficult for him to control himself.

"Huh..." Di Tingye took a deep breath.

Do your best to calm the throbbing in your heart.

A door separates two people with different mentalities.

Fortunately, the old lady on the second floor and Aunt Fang did not come up, otherwise they must be very surprised to see this scene.

After all, he had never seen Di Tingye standing there as if facing the wall and thinking about his past.

Standing there like a perfect sculpture is amazing.

About six or seven minutes later, Di Tingye turned around and knocked on the door.

"Knock down."

"Can I come in?"

Di Tingye's deep and clear voice came from outside the door.

Tang Mucha glanced at the back of the door, turned her head angrily, and didn't want to pay attention.

She didn't make a sound.

Di Tingye looked back and saw a head protruding from the stairwell. Although he dodged quickly, he still saw a shadow.

Di Tingye didn't look at the mouth and asked, opened the door and entered the room, then turned around and locked the door.

Aunt Fang originally wanted to go up to inquire about the situation, but she saw her young master standing guard outside as soon as she went upstairs.

This is unprecedented!
Aunt Fang immediately went back to her room to report to the old lady.

It is said that Xia Xia looks soft-tempered, but the young master is still very strict in private!

After hearing this, the old lady who was being massaged didn't feel sleepy any more!

"Is the air conditioner in the room set?"

"Don't worry, old lady, everything is prepared according to your instructions, and nothing will go wrong."

When the old lady heard this, she smiled on her aunt's face: "That's good, that's good."

In the room, Tang Mucha huddled there wrapped in a bath towel, as petite and exquisite as a small dumpling.

But looking at the back made him angry.

Di Tingye raised his hand and wiped the tip of his nose with his index finger. He just stood there and didn't speak again when he came in.

In the large and empty room, no one spoke again.

Terribly quiet.

Hearing that there was no movement behind him, Tang Mucha turned his back and took a look behind him.

He found that the man behind him was standing in the middle of the room, looking at him!
"Hmph!" Tang Mucha snorted, and wrapped herself in a bath towel.

"I didn't mean to, and I didn't expect you to come out without pants."

What Di Tingye said was the truth.

He also never expected that he would bump into the scene just now.

"Okay, stop talking!" Tang Mucha turned her back, looking like a resentful little wife.

Di Tingye nodded and did not speak again.

His clothes were all arranged and placed in the cloakroom, and he went into the cloakroom to find pajamas to take a shower.

The more Tang Muxia thought about it, the angrier she became, and the more angry she became, the more she thought about it.

It's only the first day after I came back today, and there are so many moths, how will I live in the next ten days!

This day is too inhuman!

Tang Mucha was so angry that she wiped away tears.

When Di Tingye came out of the shower, Tang Mucha was already sitting on the bed wrapped in a towel.

"I'll give you the quilt so you can sleep on it."

Tang Mucha threw the quilt on the ground.

There is not even a carpet on the wooden floor.

Most homes would be covered with carpets, let alone this is the Emperor's House.

Will the top class of the rich and powerful be short of a carpet?
Both Tang Mucha and Di Tingye knew that this was done on purpose, but with the old lady around, even Di Tingye would not dare to disobey her.

As Di Tingye fiddled with his half-dry hair, he bent forward to shake off the only quilt.

"Snapped!"

Tang Mucha reached out and turned off all the lights.

The room was instantly plunged into darkness.

Except for the bright moonlight shining in from the window.

The moment the darkness struck, Di Tingye paused for a moment.

Dimly looking at the lying figure, he took a deep breath and gave up.

Shaking off the quilt in the dark, he lay down with his hands behind his head, looking at the silent night without feeling sleepy.

Tang Mucha couldn't sleep at all, her heart was in a mess, this was the second time they had sex.

On the night of his wedding, he slept in the study and kept a distance.

This is the first time for such a room, one bed and one under the bed.

Tang Mucha is pregnant, although she is ashamed and annoyed, she is still very angry, and she is also a little afraid that there will be an extra diting night in the room.

But she couldn't help being sleepy.

There was jet lag in itself, and she fell asleep in a daze after lying down for a while.

In the dead of night, Tang Mucha felt a little cold, and the towel covering her body was a bit short, so she curled up...

But it was getting colder and colder, Tang Mucha felt his nose was a little stuffed, and he was humming in his sleep.

Not only Tang Mucha, but Di Tingye on the ground also woke up from the cold.

"A chirp!"

"Ah Chirp, Ah Chirp, Ah Chirp!"

At first, I just caught a cold, and my hair was not completely dry when I lay down just now.

Although the quilt is big, he is nearly 1.9 meters tall, and there is nothing covering his body.

Under the blessing of the low temperature, Di Ting Ye Tie Da's body showed severe cold symptoms for the first time!
Several times in a row, the sneeze continued.

Tang Mucha shivered from the cold, and she also woke up when she heard the sound of sneezing.

Turning over, I found the bedside lamp turned on.

"It's so cold, why don't you open the window..." Tang Mucha sniffed, and the words she spoke didn't seem so crisp.Instead, it has a heavy nasal sound, a little milky sound.

"It's all turned on, it's useless, the cold wind from the mountains is blowing, making it even colder." Di Tingye's voice was the same.

When the two spoke, the other party was stunned.

Because the nasal voice of the two is heavier than the other.

"Where's the remote control of the air conditioner? Turn it up a bit." Tang Mucha rubbed his sleepy eyes and muttered.

Di Tingye sat up, bent one leg, put his hand on his knee, and put the other hand behind his back.

The movements are lazy and wanton, with a provocative temperament.

"If grandma would keep the remote control, she wouldn't even move the sofa."

The implication is that this is intentional.

The purpose is to prevent the two of them, and then assist something to happen.

Di Tingye was angry and annoyed that this grandma was so naughty at her age.

"Then... what should I do then? Why is your voice so hoarse? Didn't you take your medicine this afternoon?"

Hearing his strange voice, Tang Mucha had the first instinct that he had a cold.

Second instinct, she has to stay away from him, or she will infect herself later!

After Tang Mucha finished speaking, Di Tingye sneezed again.

It's serious.

It's also due to his good physical fitness, otherwise, if he sleeps on the floor, the cold will be so severe that ordinary people will definitely not be able to bear it.

"I'm fine, how about you?"

"It's so cold, I can't sleep." Tang Mucha sat on the bed wrapped in a bath towel, her fair face turned into a bitter face.

"I'll give you the quilt." Di Tingye got up, shook the quilt, and threw it on the bed.

Tang Mucha glanced at the quilt thrown on the bed, and raised her sleepy eyes: "What about you? What should you do?"

"I'm going to the study."

"But there is no sofa or bed in the study."

"Sit." Di Tingye replied very simply.

Tang Mucha picked up the phone and checked the time again.

It was only two in the middle of the night.

"It's only two o'clock, can you sit all night if you are tall and have long legs?"

Tang Mucha just expressed her worries.

He is so tall and has such long legs, can he sit on a chair all night?
"Worried about me?" Di Tingye turned his head and looked sideways at her, his deep black eyes were slightly playful.

That kind of look is different from the usual coldness and silence, there is no sense of distance.

"I'm afraid you'll catch a bad cold and infect me."

Di Tingye: "..."

The tense atmosphere just now collapsed in an instant.

Di Tingye narrowed his dark eyes slightly, and wanted to walk to the study.

"This bed is big, half for each person, and so is the quilt, as long as you don't mess around! I'll share half with you!" Tang Mucha whispered when she saw him walking slowly towards the study.

She has already made a concession, if he doesn't want it, then forget it.

With such a big bed and warm quilt, she can enjoy it all by herself!

Tang Mucha said to give half to Di Tingye, but deep down she still hoped that he would find a way to sleep somewhere else.

But... Di Tingye didn't do what she thought.

The legs that were walking towards the study turned directly in one direction and walked towards the end of the bed.

"!"

Doesn't this man hesitate?