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

Mu Xin came out of the cloakroom and saw He Yiming walking into the room, so she asked, "Have you finished playing cards?"

He Yiming smiled at her: "Well, Gu Hanye stopped playing, so we broke up."

Mu Xin nodded, "I'm looking for a quilt. You sleep on the bed at night, and I'll just sleep on the sofa."

He Yiming sat by the bed, unbuttoned two shirt buttons, and looked at her.

"What's wrong?" Mu Xin hung her hair behind her ears uncomfortably, "Why are you looking at me like that, is there something on my face?"

"No," He Yiming shifted his gaze, "I'll sleep on the sofa, you can sleep on the bed."

Mu Xin smiled and said: "You are tall, you can't stretch your legs straight on the sofa, I sleep well, so don't argue with me."

While she was talking, He Yiming had already stood up from the bed and came to her.

He smelled of alcohol, because he drank two more glasses during dinner, and his eyes were full of drunkenness.

Mu Xin looked up at him, and being stared at by He Yiming's deep eyes, she suddenly felt a little flustered in her heart, and she couldn't help but took a step back, but there was a wall behind her, and there was no way to retreat.

He Yiming propped one arm on the wall, and continued to stare closely into her eyes, "You are always absent-minded today, what happened?"

His eyes lingered on her lips and neck.

Mu Xin's heartbeat quickened a bit. The way He Yiming looked at her today seemed too direct. He had hardly ever done this before, which made her feel a little strange.

"I'm fine." Mu Xin replied.

"Because..." He spoke slowly because of drinking, raised his hand, and touched the hickey on her neck, "We reunited with him, and the old relationship rekindled?"

"No," Mu Xin avoided his hand and lowered her head, "I just feel uncomfortable."

"Still in love with him?"

Mu Xin didn't answer.

He Yiming continued to ask: "That's why you urged me to get a divorce? Do you want to get back together with him sooner?"

Mu Xin was even more disturbed by his question, "Brother Yiming, can we change the subject? I don't want to discuss his affairs. Whether we can get a divorce or not has nothing to do with him."

It was because the agreed two-year period expired that I wanted to divorce.

As for getting back together with Fu Zichen, Mu Xin didn't think about it, even though she was shaken in her heart, but rationally she didn't think about getting back together.

She couldn't forgive Fu Zichen and her best friend for what they did. Even though it was a play on the spot, they did what they did. Mu Xin couldn't bear it, she felt sick.

What was even more difficult to forgive was Fu Zichen's distrust of her back then.

He Yiming withdrew his arm and glanced at the bottle of champagne on the cabinet next to him: "It's not that I have a drink with me before going to bed, come on, have a drink before going to bed."

"You've already drank a lot, why don't you forget it..."

"It's just a glass of champagne, not enough." He Yiming said and picked up the bottle of wine.

Mu Xin remembered the way Fu Zichen looked at her when he took the bottle of wine from his uncle. At that time, he wanted to sit down with her and have a drink together.

Thinking of this, she immediately stopped herself and shook her head.

What's going on today, thinking about that guy over and over again.

"Okay, go ahead, I'll get the cup."

Mu Xin went to the outside room to bring two champagne glasses, and He Yiming walked to the large balcony of the bedroom. There was a small oval table on the balcony, and two chairs beside the table. He Yiming opened a chair and sat down.

At this time, he had already taken off his suit jacket, and he was only wearing a white shirt with rolled up cuffs and four buttons on the neckline, showing his pectoral muscles.

Mu Xin looked away, sat down on the chair, and put the cup on the table.

He Yiming poured the wine for her, and the two picked up the glass. Mu Xin shook the glass gently and smelled the aroma of the wine.

The taste of champagne that is hundreds of years old is not better because of the age, but Mu Xin likes old wine.

The new wine is too clear and has a frivolous taste, while the old wine is richer, with a sense of dignity after years of precipitation.

It's the same with wine, and it's the same with people. She misses the old days very much, and that's why she can't forget Fu Zichen even after three years...

He Yiming took the initiative to touch her wine glass: "Tonight's moon."

Mu Xin smiled, took a sip of her wine, and looked up out of the window. The moonlight was bright but a little cold tonight, maybe because it was autumn.

From time to time there are clouds in the sky that cover the moon, but when the wind blows at night, the clouds are quickly blown away again.

Mu Xin was looking at the moon in the sky in a daze, when she suddenly felt the eyes of the people around her.

She turned her head and asked with a smile: "Brother Yiming, what happened today, do you have something to say to me?"

But he withdrew his gaze, looked out the window darkly, and then drank the wine in his glass.

Mu Xin also drank it up, put the wine glass on the table, He Yiming poured it for her again, and said, "I just remembered the first time I saw you, and it was such a night."

Mu Xin was slightly taken aback, she had never heard He Yiming talk about the first time he saw her.

She thought that they were neighbors, and there was no such thing as meeting for the first time. Anyway, they lived in the adjacent villa, and they didn't see each other when they looked up.

He Yiming continued to talk. He said that that night, after finishing his work, his head was dizzy, so he walked out of the villa for a walk nearby.

Unexpectedly, I also met her who was also walking in the middle of the night. She was alone, wrapped in a red shawl, and her body looked very thin. When the sea breeze blows, she feels like she is about to be blown away.

At that time, her back was lonely, and it was late at night. He Yiming walked out of the community alone. He Yiming was a little worried and curious, wondering where she was going.

So he followed her all the way to the beach.

Facing the dark sea in the middle of the night, she yelled a word, which left a deep impression on him.

Mu Xin remembered what she had shouted.

Fu Zichen, you bastard!That's what she yelled.

After she yelled out, she vented her emotions and walked back into the community alone.

From that day on, He Yiming noticed her, and in the process of observing her, he gradually understood many things about her.

I know her name, her favorite food, the people she likes and dislikes, the clothes and shoes she likes to wear, and even her menstrual period.

Because during her menstrual period, she always had a stomachache, so she would ask people to buy painkillers and send them to her.

The more Mu Xin listened, the more she felt that something was wrong. Brother Yiming paid more attention to her than normal neighbor relations.

She looked at He Yiming, a little afraid to think carefully.

But He Yiming still said what she didn't dare to think about. He took a sip of wine and said, "I like you a little bit, before we got married."

After finishing speaking, he turned his head and glanced at her, "But I didn't lie to you. The reason for getting married and my mother's urging marriage are all true. I'm not a liar. I just..."

He smiled bitterly: "I just like you a little bit, so I want to help you."

Mu Xin suddenly didn't know what to say, this should be considered a confession, right?