Marriage at first thought: the black-bellied president is super painful

After finally finishing the meal, you have to stay for one night before leaving?

Mu Ying quietly tugged on the young master's sleeve, hoping that he would understand.

The young master glanced at her hand, held her directly, and squeezed it, as if to tell her not to worry.

However, in the next second, I heard him say: "Okay, let's stay for one night, and stay in the same room as when I was a child."

Xiao Chongyang said with a smile: "Okay, let Lao Wei send someone to clean it for a while, since no one has lived there for a long time, there is probably a lot of dust."

"That's hard work, Uncle Wei."

Uncle Wei shook his head, said politely, and went to make arrangements.

After that, everyone left the restaurant and went about their own affairs.

Mu Ying and the young master walked last, she tugged at the young master's hand, and asked him why he agreed.

The young master must have understood what she meant, nodded to her, and said, "Come out with me for a cigarette."

So Mu Ying followed the young master to the outside of the villa.

Mu Ying has been to Xiao Chongyang's Mangrove Manor in Beicheng, this manor is similar to that manor, only slightly smaller.

There is a fountain in front of the door, and beyond the fountain, there is a large lawn, and beyond the grass, there is a row of tall trees.

At this time, the night has completely fallen, and the scenery in the manor can't be seen clearly, only the shadowy trees and the sculptures beside the corridor can be seen, which is a dark mass, which is even more disturbing.

As soon as the cool night wind blew, coupled with the lack of clothes, Mu Ying's vellus hair stood on end.

The young master took her to a swing chair outside the house, then took off his coat and put it on her body.

"I'm going to smoke over there, you sit here for a while."

"I will go with you!"

"Aren't you afraid of choking?"

Mu Ying shook her head, smoking second-hand smoke is better than staying by herself.

She doesn't want to leave the young master even a step now.

The young master looked at her, shook his head helplessly, and without going any further, stood beside her and lit a cigarette.

The cigarette in the young master's hand was burning with scarlet light spots, he took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled the smoke, his eyes were as deep as the night.

Mu Ying didn't bother him, she sat quietly on the swing chair, looked up at the night sky, and wrapped tightly the clothes the young master gave her.

The young master looked very calm, but he came out to smoke as soon as he finished eating, which showed that he was not as relaxed as he appeared on the surface.

"Master, why do you agree? Why don't we just go home?" Mu Ying asked.

The young master lit some cigarette ash, and said lightly: "I've said it all, don't be afraid."

Mu Ying pursed her lips, "Why do you think Mr. Xiao wants us to stay overnight?"

The young master looked at her through the smoke, was silent for two seconds, and said, "Maybe it's to see if we're really married and if we'll have sex."

"what?"

He cleared his throat, "Well, it's just a guess."

Mu Ying pondered and nodded.

"But what does Mr. Xiao think? He doesn't know what we do after we close the door. He can't run into our room and stare."

The young master smiled, as if her question was idiotic.

Mu Ying reacted for two seconds, her brain opened, and she was shocked: "Could it be...is there a camera in the room?"

Could it be that after the kissing scene, there is still a bed scene?

Thinking of that scene, Mu Ying felt blood rushing straight to the top of her head.

The young master squinted at her: "Maybe, I don't know."

The young master doesn't even know...

Mu Ying's mood became more serious, would Xiao Chongyang really be so persistent, insisting on seeing if they were pretending to be married, or were they really in love?

Perhaps, Xiao Chongyang wanted to confirm this matter, to confirm whether the young master has a different heart for him.

At this time, the young master pinched the cigarette, but in fact, he still hadn't finished half of it.

He sat down and leaned on the swing chair, "Aying, what if there is a camera?"