He died to save me, and was reborn to be favored by him

This is the house that Qiao Wangshu is most satisfied with among all the houses he has seen.

Strictly speaking, this red building is not a commercial shop.

But domestic laws stipulate that studios can be opened in residential buildings. There is only one principle, that is, it cannot disturb the residents and cannot do illegal activities. This red building has its own door and courtyard, and the noise generated in the courtyard has little impact on the neighbors on both sides. In addition, Qiao Wangshu wants to open an intangible cultural heritage studio, which itself does not make much noise, so it is completely feasible to choose this place.

Qiao Wangshu wanted to buy it immediately.

The agent looked embarrassed and said, "Miss Qiao, I'm really sorry. The owner said that this house is his ancestral home and is only for rent. Look at this building, it is old inside and out. The gate is from the Qing Dynasty. The owner is afraid of accidents after so many years. The other buildings in the yard were renovated in recent years. If you like it, you can rent it with confidence.

"The owner of the house is abroad. As long as the rent is agreed upon, the owner will never interfere with what you do, let alone cause you trouble. This house was entrusted to us a few years ago, but the rent is very expensive. The owner would rather leave it empty than lower the price. It is about twice as expensive as the surrounding shops, so it has not been rented out since the renovation. I didn't want to take you to see this house at first, because it is much higher than the market price.

“But according to your requirements, this set is perfect.

"You can consider it."

When Qiao Wangshu rented a shop, he only told the agent his last name, Qiao, and didn't say much else. How could the agent know Mr. Mo Sanye and his wife? So he just thought Qiao Wangshu was an ordinary businessman. The house was too expensive, and he personally felt it would be difficult to close the deal. But he was afraid that if he introduced too many things to Qiao Wangshu that she didn't like, Qiao Wangshu would lose her patience, and then this deal would really be a failure.

Bring Qiao Wangshu to see this set.

Essentially, he just wanted to stabilize Qiao Wangshu.

This made Qiao Wangshu think that their agency had a lot of properties available and he could be more patient.

Qiao Wangshu nodded after listening. "It's normal for people not to sell their ancestral home. How many years can the contract for this house last? I don't want the house to be closed down just after the renovation. I would suffer a huge loss."

The agent didn't expect Qiao Wangshu to be so persistent about this house. He didn't care that it was twice as expensive as the surrounding areas. He said truthfully: "The maximum you can sign is five years. If you don't want to renew the lease when it expires, you need to inform us two months in advance."

Five years?

Qiao Wangshu thought for a moment and said, "Please keep this house for a few days. I will think about it and give you an answer later."

"Okay, okay." The agent responded quickly. Basically no one would rent this house, so there was no need to keep it.

On the way back to Mo's house.

Mo Beichen saw her wandering expression and knew that she was still thinking about the house. He sent a WeChat message to Xu Ze, asking him to check who the owner of the house was. As long as the owner wanted a price, no matter how much, just buy it directly without asking him again.

Xu Ze: [Okay, Third Master]

in the afternoon.

After Mo Beichen and Qiao Wangshu took their lunch break, it was Mo Beichen's daily rehabilitation day.

Jog for forty minutes.

And some simple equipment exercises.

Qiao Wangshu accompanied Mo Beichen in the private gym inside the manor. The room was thermostatically controlled. Mo Beichen wore a white sweatshirt and black sweatpants. He had a towel around his neck and was jogging on the treadmill.

Qiao Wangshu ran with him on another treadmill next to him.

after the end.

Qiao Wangshu took a towel to wipe his sweat.

After the operation, Mo Beichen's skin color was still cold and white, but his lips were much darker. Before the operation, his lips were very pale and looked bloodless. Now he looked very beautiful with white skin and red lips. Especially after he had just finished exercising, sweat oozed from his head. His sweatshirt was tightly attached to his body, and it was obvious that he had only resumed exercise for a few days. However, you can already vaguely see the lines of his chest and abdominal muscles, and his waist is thin, full of strong male hormones.

Mo Beichen lowered his head and let his wife wipe the sweat off his face.

She wiped his head, face, and neck. Just as he was about to withdraw his hand, he suddenly grasped her wrist, lowered his head and kissed her lips.

Qiao Wangshu stood on tiptoe to meet him.

Perhaps because he had not yet fully recovered his breath after jogging, his heartbeat was extremely fast. At this time, they were very close to each other, and Qiao Wangshu could hear the strong and powerful rhythm of his heart. His kiss was deep and lingering, sometimes light and sometimes heavy. While kissing, he made a satisfied hum. Qiao Wangshu's ears turned slightly red and his throat tightened. His mind was out of control and many restricted scenes emerged.

Been together for so long.

Mo Beichen could feel the changes in her body, so he let go of her lips and stared into her beautiful eyes. After the kiss, his voice was low and hoarse, very charming: "Wife, do you want it?"

Being said to be the center of things.

Qiao Wangshu's eyes dodged: "No...no."

Mo Beichen chuckled, pinched her chin, bent down and got close to her face: "No? Look into my eyes and say it again."

Qiao Wangshu looked at him.

His eyes, as thick and deep as ink, seemed to be able to drown her completely.

She couldn't lie to those eyes.

Besides, this is my husband.

It's normal for her to want to sleep with him. It's reasonable and legal. There's nothing wrong with admitting it.

Her face turned red and she bit her lip. "Yes, it's healed, right? But you're not okay now, are you? The doctor said you need at least three months of rehabilitation. I went to the hospital for a full-body check-up and all the indicators were qualified. If something happens, I'll be scared to death."

She admitted it.

Mo Beichen felt more at ease. Even if she only married him because of guilt and to repay his kindness, at least she still liked his appearance and liked to do happy things with him. She was not opposed to that kind of thing. When he recovered, he could have a baby with her as soon as possible. She would do it for the sake of the child. As long as he was good and didn't make mistakes to make her angry, she would never abandon him.

Mo Beichen held her in his arms, wrapped his arms around her waist, and whispered in her ear: "If you want, you don't have to do it. I'll help you."

The marriage is over.

That has been done countless times.

Qiao Wangshu instantly understood the implication in his words, and his ears turned red, "What nonsense are you talking about? I... I don't need it. Hurry up, there are still machine exercises, don't dawdle."

Someone insisted: "I am serious, I am not talking nonsense."

Qiao Wangshu was upset: "I told you not to."

Mo Beichen chuckled and said nothing more, but he had made up his mind.

into the night.

The couple took a shower, changed into pajamas and lay on the bed.

Mo Beichen turned over and pressed over.

Touching and kissing.

Light fires everywhere.

Qiao Wangshu felt a sharp pain in his collarbone and guessed what he had done.

I thought this guy would fall asleep after making some noise for a while.

That big hand actually reached in along the edge of the pajamas...

Qiao Wangshu pushed his chest hard: "Achen, stop making trouble. The doctor said you can't do that."

"I don't want it." Mo Beichen panted heavily, his breath hot: "Shushu, I'll help you..."

Qiao Wangshu's face suddenly became hot and red, and he quickly pressed down his hand: "No, really no."

Mo Beichen bit her earlobe, and his deep voice, like a devil seducing people in the dark night, was extremely tempting: "Wife, you are my wife, I don't want you to suffer. It has been two months since I was admitted to the hospital. It has been more than a month since I took care of my body before the operation... I know you miss it very much. Every time I kiss you recently, your body is very tense. I am your husband, we are husband and wife, why are you shy? Be good, let go of your hands, let your husband help you, okay?"