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

In fact, even if the young master asked her to ask, she would not be able to ask, even though she still had many questions in her heart, about that recording, about the young master's plan to deal with Xiao Chongyang in the future...

But just like the young master warned her in advance, she won't be able to speak normally after a while.

She can't speak normally now, not only can't speak normally, but her head can't think normally.

It's him in your mind, it's him in your breath, it's him inside and out...

This is the second time Mu Ying and the young master are together.

She tasted some tastes, some tastes that can only be experienced after becoming a woman, as if the desire hidden in her body was drawn out bit by bit by the young master.

It seems that I love him more...

The soft big bed has finally stopped its suffering today, and it can rest for a while.

The room regained its calm, and the sun came directly above. The sunlight shone in from the gap in the curtains, and the shadows were very short. It was already noon...

Mu Ying lay lazily in the young master's arms, the numbness spreading to her fingertips hadn't subsided yet.

"Asleep?" the young master asked softly.

Mu Ying shook her head, not wanting to talk much.

"I'll take you to wash?" The young master smiled.

"Lie down a little longer..."

She realized that her voice was a little hoarse, and remembering her performance just now, she shrugged shyly into the young master's arms.

The young master continued to hug her.

After a while, the young master asked again: "Is it not so painful this time?"

The young master's tone is the tone of a doctor caring about a patient.

But he is clearly the murderer...

Mu Ying nodded silently, her cheeks were warm.

"Then you lie down first, and I'll take a shower."

"No..." Mu Ying hugged his waist: "You are not allowed to go either."

The young master was already ready to get up, so he lay down again, and put his arms around her shoulders with a smile: "Okay, let's hug her for a while."

Mu Ying slowed down and finally regained her energy. She lay on the young master's chest and looked at him.

The young master pinched her face: "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"I heard the recording of your conversation with Mr. Xiao. Geng Chi gave it to me. What he put in the USB flash drive and wanted to give me was that recording." After Mu Ying finished speaking, she waited for the young master to respond.

The young master squinted his eyes and examined her face: "Don't you trust me unconditionally, don't you listen to what others say?"

"You and Miss Xiao travel around the world, how can I trust you..."

The young master smiled and pinched her waist: "I have traveled around the world."

"almost……"

"Now that I heard the recording, what then? What do you want to ask me?"

Mu Ying was very surprised, and said to the young master, you already knew the recording before I told you?

"If that boy Geng Chi has anything against me, you can guess it. It must be the conversation between me and Mr. Xiao that day, which was overheard by that boy and misunderstood."

"The young master said that on purpose to make Mr. Xiao feel at ease with you, right? It's normal for a man to have three wives and four concubines..."

In that recording, there was not only this one place that made Mu Ying's heart hurt.

For example, the young master told Xiao Chongyang that he would consider getting in touch with Han Lu.

Mu Ying already knew now that the young master and Han Lu had no chance, that was just to reassure Xiao Chongyang.

But even if he wanted to keep Ah Ying outside, Ah Ying would not agree to that sentence... Although the young master didn't say it directly, what he meant seemed to be that, in fact, he also wanted to do that, just because he was afraid that Ah Ying would not agree.

Thinking of the young master's tone at that time, Mu Ying's heart was filled.

So she had to ask herself, did he just say that to perfunctory Xiao Chongyang, or did he really move his mind.

She waited anxiously for the young master's answer, and the young master looked at her with a half-smile, his eyes filled with inquiry.

Then the young master asked her a very strange question: "Aying, in ancient times, do you want to be big or small."