The Stupid Missy Glows Up After Marriage

Meng Ying remained calm, and sensitively realized that her father was by no means as simple as he saw now.

Leaving the cemetery and taking a shower after returning home, I saw Mu Yuansheng standing in front of the French window with his back facing her.

With a long body, wide shoulders and narrow waist, with the top of his head and feet on the ground, he is a beautiful man in Yushu and facing the wind.

She walked over to wrap around his waist from behind, her face pressed against his back, and took a strong breath of the cold smell of his body, "You don't need to look at your face, it's enough to hook my soul."

Mu Yuansheng looked down at the jade-like hands around his waist, "The Zhang family is making trouble again today?"

"No. After the memorial service, I cried for a while and then left." Meng Ying closed her eyes and felt safe leaning on his thick back.

The mind at this moment has also been purified.

Mu Yuansheng held her hand, "If they make a fuss anymore, just deal with it directly."

"So fierce?" She closed her eyes and raised the corners of her mouth.

Now he didn't pretend at all in front of her.

"To deal with this kind of person, don't move your mouth if you can solve it with your hands." Mu Yuansheng turned around, her hand did not move, her face turned from leaning back to his chest.

Listening to his strong heartbeat. Meng Ying suddenly felt that the most beautiful voice in the world was nothing but this.

It turned out that a man felt so good to rely on.

No wonder there are so many women who always want to find a man for company.

Apart from anything else, when it was cold, a man hugged him to sleep, making it warmer.

Her arms tightened, tightening his waistband tighter.

"Yeah." She replied.

Mu Yuansheng heard the exhaustion in her voice, did not say more, let her hold it.

"Husband." Her breath penetrated his clothes, burning his chest.

"Ok?"

Her mouth was close to his chest, and her mouth was scratching and scratching her liver, like an ant crawling into his skin.

"Will you take me to bed?" The voice was charming, and there was no way to refuse.

I don't want to refuse.

Mu Yuansheng picked her up and put her on the bed.

Putting it down gently, he was about to get up, Meng Ying opened his eyes and hooked his neck, pressing down.

Mu Yuan put his hands on both sides of her body, met those charming eyes, swallowed softly.

Having been with her for so long, he can read her eyes.

Now her eyes were fascinating, and the fragrant winter plum scent from her body invaded his nerves, spurring his sense of reason.

After being trained by her for so long, there is no way to turn a blind eye to her charm.

She smiled slightly, her pink lips lightly raised, "husband..."

The tactful and charming voice was still stimulating his sense of disintegration.

He swallowed his throat, his voice low, "Aren't you tired?"

Meng Ying shook her head, "I can still bear it."

"..."

Mu Yuan's lower abdomen tightened, his arms bent, and his head lowered...

...

No matter how disturbing things are, as long as you can still live a married life, you can sweep everything and leave that piece of comfort alone.

After Meng Yingtao, he let out a long sigh of relief, refreshed.

On the contrary, Mu Yuansheng felt weak and weak.

"Husband..."

"There is no ammunition and food."

Mu Yuansheng said this for the first time.

Meng Ying held up her head, looked at the handsome face that made her look good, and stretched out her hand to trace his outline, "You are awesome."

"..." Mu Yuansheng's ears were hot.

Meng Ying was full of joy, lying on his chest, "rest a while and go take a bath."

Mu Yuansheng must rest.

He was thinking, fitness still needs to be arranged.