The Stupid Missy Glows Up After Marriage

The lights in the bar are all on, and the place where they sit is still a bit dark.

Meng Ying couldn't see the emotion on his face clearly, but it was normal to hear his voice.

She said: "It's not distrust, but accidents are inevitable."

Such things as accidents cannot be avoided by humans.

"With me, there is no accident." Mu Yuansheng lightly tapped the tabletop with his finger.

The sound is not heavy, but it is loud.

Suddenly the light was brighter than before, and Meng Ying saw his expression.

The angular face was as tight as a layer of paste, and the thin lips were lightly pressed into a straight line. There was dead silence around the whole person, telling her that the man was in a bad mood.

Meng Ying was shocked by the low air pressure he exudes.

He didn't know what was wrong, but he felt sadness in his heart.

She stretched out her hand to him, held his fingers one by one, gently digging the palm of his hand, "Mu Yuansheng, if you don't leave, I won't give up. Okay?"

Mu Yuansheng's heart throbbed wildly.

His fingers quivered.

For the first time, she called his name.

I used to call him "husband" with a joke, and I always felt that the call was too frequent, too smooth, and something was missing.

He only now knows that less is so serious.

From the time when she was completely inconsistent with the investigation, she readily accepted his identity and had close contact with him. There was no transition at all, and everything happened so naturally.

Suddenly, it really didn't take much time for the two of them to develop into the current situation.

The two obviously have no emotional foundation, but they are acting like old couples and old wives.

He was puzzled again.

If this is not serious, what is serious?

If you want to play, you can't play with yourself.

This sentence "You will not leave, I will not give up", but is she as casual as she usually says?

He never thought that he was also upset.

"Husband?" Meng Ying stretched out her hand and shook it before his eyes.

Mu Yuansheng grabbed her hand and looked at her with deep eyes like a vast universe, "Okay."

After waiting for this word, Meng Ying realized that her heart had been strained all the time.

After he finished speaking, the heart fell.

She smiled.

That smiling face is extremely beautiful.

Bright eyes and white teeth, like the sea of ​​stars, made him lost in it.

Suddenly, Meng Ying didn't want to watch other people's confession ceremony.

Holding Mu Yuansheng's hand, "Husband, let's go home."

...

This time, it was harder than any previous time, and I couldn't wait to press the other person into his chest and burn it on my heart.

Strange to say, the two of them had an unusual fit from the beginning.

Whether it is mentally or physically.

Meng Ying lay on Mu Yuansheng's chest, listening to his powerful heartbeat.

The air was filled with the most erosive taste after love.

It would be a wonderful thing if time stopped here.

Meng Ying turned her face away, put her hand on the tattoo on his chest, and traced the "M" and the word "Ying".

She believed it.

He really wanted to never leave.

If not, why suffer this?

"My husband, let me get a tattoo too." Meng Ying pointed to her under her collarbone a little bit, "Tatten an'M' and then a tattoo of the word'sheng', OK?

"No." Mu Yuansheng warned, "You are not allowed to get these tattoos on your body."

"Why? You can, why can't I?" Meng Ying raised her face and complained, "I love you no less than you love me."

Mu Yuansheng hugged her, "I know. Don't get tattoos."

"why?"

"It hurts."