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When Mu Ziqiu first heard the voice, he was a little confused and almost thought that his imagination had come true. Who would break into a boudoir at night and dare to call people so blatantly?

But if this scene was related to Meng Jiao, he suddenly felt that it was not so surprising.

He groped his way to the head of the bed and sat up. Before he could open the curtain, someone poked his head in.

"Zi Qiu, you're awake."

I resigned myself to my fate and lifted the curtain. Along with the elegant fragrance, there were also the smells of various foods.

Mu Ziqiu was puzzled, and subconsciously adjusted his sitting posture, looking at her with his round eyes wide open.

"You woke me up in the middle of the night just to eat?"

Meng Jiao nodded, thinking that it was autumn after all, so she went forward to take out his coat and put it on him, and then took out his shoes.

"Well, Xiao Si said that you only ate a few mouthfuls of porridge all day, so I was worried about you, so I went to buy some more. There isn't much to buy at night, so you should eat something before going to bed and stretch your legs."

Mu Ziqiu was obedient and looked down at a certain woman squatting on the ground who was putting on his shoes without any scruples.

Unconsciously, my vision became a little blurry, and my heart felt so sour that I didn't know what the feeling was.

It was normal for him to sleep with a depressed heart, but when someone noticed his anxiety and cared for him, he couldn't help crying...

"You'll get fat if you eat it."

Hearing this, Meng Jiao chuckled, stood up, and regardless of his surprise, picked him up and shook him.

"Zi Qiu is not fat, and if he were fat, it would be more comfortable to hug him. But if you don't like it, I'll walk with you later to help you digest the food."

Mu Ziqiu was unexpectedly bumped into by a scent of elegant fragrance. He quickly supported her shoulders with both hands and tried to keep a distance from her. He was afraid that he would really fall in love with her and not be able to give her back.

If he could still think about it before what happened today, but now, he is a little afraid to delay her.

"Why are you hugging me when you have your shoes on? Who told you to hug me without permission?"

Regardless of someone's twisted grumbling, Meng Jiao understood that he couldn't let go because of family reasons.

But even though he couldn't let go, Meng Jiao was shameless!

When she got to the table, she didn't care. She picked up the wet towel on the table and washed her hands carefully. Then, as if she didn't realize she was holding someone, she unpacked the things on the table and let him choose.

"Honey milk cake or four-fresh soup?"

Mu Ziqiu subconsciously glanced at the Four Fresh Soup and swallowed his saliva, then glared at her.

"Let me go first, or I'll deduct your money!"

Meng Jiao nodded,

"It's all right. You can eat it and then decide what to do with it later."

Without further ado, she took up the bamboo tube of the Four-Flavor Soup, opened it, picked up the spoon and fed him mouthful by mouthful.

Mu Ziqiu raised his head and was about to retort, but unexpectedly met her worried eyes.

As if he was electrocuted, he dodged in panic, opened his mouth and ate the porridge in a daze.

Seeing him not daring to look at her, Meng Jiao couldn't help but curl her lips.

How afraid is her twisted little husband to give himself to others...

Soon, the room fell into silence, leaving only the sound of one feeding and the other chewing.

Meng Jiao cooperated without saying anything, and fed him different food from time to time.

After taking the last bite of the Four Fresh Soup, Mu Ziqiu stole a glance and turned his head away from the pear strips that Meng Jiao was about to feed to his lips.

"Don't eat."

Seeing the way he was looking at her, Meng Jiao couldn't help but think of the way his face flushed when he had eaten half of the food that morning and it ended up in her stomach.

My goodness, he is trying to prevent her from continuing to eat.

She was a little unhappy, and her husband didn't even want to give her the leftovers.

Meng Jiao secretly licked her back teeth and maliciously placed the person on a stool beside her.

Then, with his red face, she leaned over and licked the rice stains from the corners of his lips.

"Come on, my lord, when you are full, settle the score with me."

Mu Ziqiu was stunned, and he could clearly feel a burning sensation spreading from the soles of his feet to his cheeks and behind his ears, baking his entire body like a cooked shrimp.

"You! You! You are so bold!"

Meng Jiao couldn't help but laugh. The young husband's incredulous look was too cute.

But she was afraid that the guy would run away out of shame, so she quickly reached out and held his hand, and started to take something out of her arms.

A stack of banknotes, some scattered silver coins, and the contract that the two of them had signed privately were all placed on the table by her.

Mu Ziqiu was still feeling ashamed and angry, but he quickly calmed down after seeing the familiar contract.

Glancing at the denominations of the banknotes on the table, a thought that made him panic came to his mind.

Soon, Meng Jiao's words confirmed his guess.

"Zi Qiu, I came here today for another reason. I hope to cancel this contract with you."

His nails dug into his palms, and the blush on his face faded in an instant, leaving only his red lips that he had almost bitten through, which were particularly bright in the dark night.

Why, you were so nice to him just a moment ago, but now you say you don’t want him anymore?

"One hundred thousand taels."

Meng Jiao was interrupted, and she lowered her head to accommodate him, wanting to hear what he said.

"what?"

Mu Ziqiu's face was gloomy, with an unprecedented stubbornness and paranoia on his face.

"One hundred thousand taels, plus your current house, to buy you ten years."

"Zi Qiu, you misunderstood."

Mu Ziqiu was not willing to listen to anything else. He only knew that the person he had always thought was stable and had given him a little warmth was about to leave him.

"Two hundred thousand taels, eight years, no, just seven years. If you don't marry another man in seven years, I will give you two hundred thousand taels."

Meng Jiao reached out, trying to gently hold him back to calm him down, but he stubbornly clenched the wooden bench tightly, pretending to be arrogant and looking at her.

It was like he didn't care about her as a person, but was just unhappy with the fact that she left him.

"Tsk, you stubborn little donkey."

Meng Jiao finished speaking, then quietly withdrew her hand and began to tidy up the table.

After I had packed everything up and was about to put it aside, I felt someone grabbing the corner of my clothes tightly.

I bent down resignedly and placed the things directly on the stool beside me.

He turned around and didn't care how stubborn the person was. He just picked him up, put him on the table, lowered his head and pressed his lips against his.

Mu Ziqiu was stunned at first, then he reacted and hurriedly tried to hide, his lips tightly closed.

Meng Jiao held the waist, not letting that twisted freak dodge, and the kiss became more and more fierce, not letting go even if her waist was bent.

Feeling that he would collapse if he continued to hide, Mu Ziqiu hurriedly spoke to try to give in.

Meng Jiao was waiting for this moment. She took advantage of the opportunity, pulled the man back and kissed him hard and fiercely.

Mu Ziqiu just felt so strange. For the first time, even his heart seemed to be about to jump out.

I couldn't control my weakness, and my stubborn tears changed taste without me noticing.

The kiss lasted for a long time. Meng Jiao would let go of him whenever she noticed that his breathing was too rapid, and would continue when he recovered and wanted to lose his temper.

Mu Ziqiu didn't know what made her angry. He just thought that if she continued like this, his brain would not be able to think.

Or maybe, if he didn't give in to her anger, she would definitely kiss him until they were caught in the act tomorrow morning.

Taking advantage of her moment of letting go, he quickly put his arms around her waist and buried his face in her chest.

"Girl, no, I was wrong."