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

Mu Ying turned her head to stare at the young master's face, thought for a moment, and said, "Then let's pretend that we are tired tonight and are not in the mood to do anything else."

The young master smiled, seemingly helpless, but also a little appreciative.

"Okay, listen to Ah Ying."

After finishing speaking, he stood up, "It's cold outside, go back, I guess the room has been cleaned up."

Mu Ying carried their wedding present and followed the young master towards the house.

Regardless of whether there is a camera in the room, or whether Xiao Chongyang wants to use it to judge whether their marriage is true or not, Mu Ying doesn't want to do that with the young master in such a daze.

Humans are such contradictory animals.

In the past, the young master was very indifferent to her, and she was far away. She was always looking forward to some intimate contact with the young master.

Now, the young master will take the initiative to hold her hand, and will say things that make her blush intentionally or unintentionally, and there is still a chance in front of him to push the young master down, and he seems to be willing to go along with it.

But Mu Ying has met many people, and is well versed in one of the most basic truths.

The easier it is to get something, the sooner you lose interest.

So keep in mind the three chapters of the contract before marriage and stick to your position.

You must not be fooled by the young master's beauty, and you must not be dazzled by him, you must take your time, you must let him want what you want but you can't get it, and you must attack his heart!

Mu Ying was doing ideological work for herself all the way, steadfast in her beliefs, followed the young master all the way to the bedroom area on the third floor, and walked into the room where he used to live.

The servants had tidied up the room and closed the door for them.

The suite is not big, with one bedroom, one living room and one bathroom. The small living room is used as a study room. There is a desk, a chair, and bookcases on three walls. However, the bookcases are mostly empty, and the young master has moved those books to him. Where I live now.

Coming to the inner room, there is a small double bed in the center of the bedroom. The pure white bedding is newly replaced, very clean and soft, making people want to lie down on it.

The young master stood at the door of the bedroom, glanced at the small bed: "It seems that Ah Ying and I have to sleep together tonight."

Mu Ying's face was burning hot, such a small bed, the two of them lay on it, and they would bump into each other if they turned over casually.

It seems that tonight is quite a test for Ah Ying...

But Mu Ying remained calm on the surface, pointed to the side by the window, and said, "Then I'll sleep over there."

"Okay," the young master looked at his watch again, "I'm going to see Mr. Xiao, you stay in the room obediently, don't run around, sleep when you're sleepy, don't wait for me to come back."

Mu Ying nodded again: "Understood."

Then the young master left the room.

As soon as the outer door was closed, Mu Ying laid herself flat on the small bed, looking up at the ceiling.

The wallpaper has become mottled and damp, and the house has been empty for several years, so the whole room exudes an old smell, which is also the smell of old times.

The young master also lay on this bed when he was a child, and looked up at the ceiling above his head like this. At that time, what was he thinking?

He turned over and lay on the side where the young master will sleep tonight.

Speaking of it, this is also the first day of their wedding. Although it is fake, they still feel very happy.

She can also feel that the distance between the young master and her is much closer than before, and he kissed her in the car for so long today...

He quickly shook his head, telling himself not to think about it.

However, the thoughts in his head were like pressing the gourd to raise the ladle, instead of thinking about the kiss, he remembered the situation when the young master touched his thigh while eating.

She turned around directly, lay her head towards the end of the bed, then raised her legs high, her feet resting on the wall at the head of the bed, the skirt naturally drooped and piled up to her waist, her legs were completely exposed in front of her own eyes.

What was the young master thinking at that time?Why did you suddenly become so salty?