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

Master is drinking?

Mu Ying hurriedly put the tray on the cabinet in the entrance, and walked two quick steps. She didn't see the young master in the living room outside, so she went to the back room.

When passing the restaurant, she paused.

The vase was knocked over, the glass was broken, and the flowers were scattered in a mess.

Mu Ying's heart skipped a beat twice, she quickly stepped over the broken glass and walked towards the bedroom.

The curtains were tightly closed, and the room was dark. The young master was sitting on the carpet at the end of the bed, with his head lying on his back on the bed, as if he had fallen asleep.

The buttons of his shirt were undone twice, and there were large wine stains on the shirt. An almost empty foreign wine bottle was in hand, which was a bottle of high spirits.

Seeing the young master like this, Mu Ying's heart was about to break.

The young master has suffered so many blows, but he has never been so decadent. He always gritted his teeth and endured, no matter how difficult the situation or how lonely the moment was.

Mu Ying came to the young master, knelt down and sat beside him.

"Master, I'll help you to sleep on the bed."

Hearing the gentle reminder, Chu Lingfeng felt a pair of soft hands holding his waist and stood up, his arm resting on a thin shoulder.

He opened his eyes slightly and looked at the woman in his arms. A strand of hair fell from the corner of her forehead, covering half of her cheek.

He saw her downcast eyes and tight lips, as docile as a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

Hey, how could he not be bullied by this appearance?

"I can't always be by your side, you have to learn to protect yourself, and pretend to be tough, you know?"

"……Um."

Chu Lingfeng smiled, and sat on the bed. The little girl was hooked by his shoulders, unable to stand still, and fell into his arms all at once.

She panicked and wanted to run away, but Chu Lingfeng held her down, turned over and pressed her on the bed.

He kissed her lips.

The emotions that have been suppressed in my heart all these years are vented through this kiss, those misses, those longings, and the love that he can't suppress no matter what.

Her soft lips made him dare not use too much force, so he just kissed her lightly.

She was good, really good, and she responded to him tenderly, and he tasted her mouth.

Obviously I like Jasmine so much, I thought she must smell like jasmine, but I didn't expect it to have a faint orange smell.

He left her lips and said with a smile: "Have you eaten oranges? Don't you like them?"

"I love to eat, Ah Ying has always liked to eat oranges, have you forgotten, Master?"

Mu Ying's tears flowed down.

Chu Lingfeng looked at the face in front of him, and the memories that he had temporarily blocked with alcohol flooded in like a tide.

The person in front of him also became clearer and clearer.

This is not Xiaojiu, and this is not Mingchan Temple. The little girl he likes has already married another man.

These years, for revenge, for survival, and for regaining everything that belonged to him, he had to leave her temporarily. He thought that when he succeeded and came back, Xiao Jiu would still be waiting for him at the same place...

He straightened up and sat on the edge of the bed, with his back to Mu Ying who was on the bed.

"Feel sorry……"

Mu Ying hugged his waist tightly from behind.

"Master, Ah Ying is willing."

Chu Lingfeng was stunned for a moment, patted the back of her hand, and said with a wry smile: "Because it's Ah Ying, I can't be so beastly."

Mu Ying's fingers were stiff, and finally slowly retracted from his waist.

She got out of bed, picked up the remaining half bottle of wine from the floor, put it on the side cabinet, and walked out the door in a daze.

Walking to the door of the bedroom, Mu Ying stopped, "Master, don't drink any more, sleep well, everything will be fine when you wake up, if Ah Ying doesn't leave, she will stay outside all the time."