After wearing a book after the half-moon shadow, he was favored on the headlines

"Honeymoon." An Zhengye smiled and uttered three words.

Mo Xiaoyu's face turned red all of a sudden, and he was speechless for a long time.

An Zhengye had been trained to be patient by her, so she waited quietly.

"Okay." It took Mo Xiaoyu a long time to hold back a word.

"Then it's settled." An Zhengye's eyes softened.

"Yeah." Mo Xiaoyu pursed his lips shyly, but soon remembered something, with an embarrassed expression on his face: "I just signed a movie contract, and I may have to finish the movie before going."

"It's okay, as long as you go." An Zhengye smiled.

"Yeah." Hearing this, Mo Xiaoyu looked up at him and couldn't help laughing.

The smile is bright and brilliant, and it is ambiguous and sweet that can't be seen by outsiders.

Xu Zhou was discussing business with someone, and they were in the plum garden. When they passed the courtyard, they happened to see the scene where the two looked at each other and smiled.

He froze immediately, and his footsteps stopped in place as if they had taken root.

Seeing Mo Xiaoyu's blushing and sweet face made Xu Zhou's heart hurt like a knife.

Although Xiao Yu occasionally blush when getting along with him.

But Xu Zhou had never seen such a sweet smile and such bright eyes on Mo Xiaoyu's face.

It was as if all the stars in the sky were sprinkled in her eyes, which were sparkling and watery, full of intoxicating light.

She had never looked at him like this before.

Xu Zhou felt sore in his heart.

When he saw An Zhengye who was opposite Xiaoyu, a trace of resentment flashed in his eyes.

Suddenly remembering the news I saw today, I feel annoyed.

All of this should be his!
The assistant called Xu Zhou a few times, but he didn't respond. Instead, he stared at a place in thought. The partner was still waiting, so he couldn't help being a little impatient, so he called a few more times: "Mr. Xu, if you don't leave, we will be late." .”

Only then did Xu Zhou come back to his senses: "Let's go."

"President Xu, this way." The assistant nodded and led the way.

Xu Zhou took a few steps forward, and couldn't help but look back, a dark light flashed in his warm eyes.

After Mo Xiaoyu ate his meal, he always felt as if someone was looking at her again.

Looking out of the window with some doubts, I only saw a figure in a white windbreaker.

It looked familiar, and Mo Xiaoyu couldn't help frowning.

"What's wrong?" An Zhengye asked with concern.

"It's nothing, maybe I read it wrong." Mo Xiaoyu shook his head and continued to bury his head in his meal.

An Zhengye glanced out the window, saw nothing but the tree shadow, raised his eyebrows, and looked away.

The next day, the weather was fine, sunny and peaceful.

Anjia villa, inside the master bedroom.

The alarm clock on the bedside rang, and a slender white arm stretched out from the black quilt and patted the alarm clock.

A small face the size of a palm emerged from the quilt following the movement.

Mo Xiaoyu opened his eyes sleepily, and glanced at the time in a daze.

"It's eight o'clock!" Seeing the time clearly, she was startled and got up quickly.

When I sat up on the bed, my back was sore and I almost fell back.

"Ouch." She couldn't help but *sound*.

At this time, the door was opened, and An Zhengye heard the sound and walked in.

Seeing Mo Xiaoyu's wrinkled appearance, he hurried forward and asked with distressed eyes, "What's wrong? Are you still uncomfortable?"

"You still ask, it's you." Mo Xiaoyu said angrily, beating his chest in dissatisfaction.

But An Zhengye's chest was very strong, Mo Xiaoyu not only didn't let go of his anger, but his hands hurt, and his already wrinkled face was a little bit bitter.

"Are you okay?" An Zhengye quickly rubbed her little hands.

"Why are you training so hard for nothing? It hurts my hand." Mo Xiaoyu blamed dissatisfied.

"Okay, it's all my fault." An Zhengye said helplessly.

After rubbing Mo Xiaoyu's little hands, he rubbed his waist again. The strength was just right, and Mo Xiaoyu finally looked a little better.

"feel better now?"

"Knead for a while longer." Mo Xiaoyu commanded unceremoniously.

"Okay, wife." An Zhengye worked hard without complaint, without any dissatisfaction.

Who told him that he was quite satisfied with what he ate last night.

After rubbing for 10 minutes, Mo Xiaoyu generously and mercifully let him go.

When she got out of bed, her leg was weak. If it wasn't for An Zhengye's support, she almost didn't fall down.

"It's all your fault!" Mo Xiaoyu said angrily.

"Okay, blame me, it's all my fault." An Zhengye quickly admitted his mistake.

He has a good attitude of admitting his mistakes, and Mo Xiaoyu has no sense in losing his temper.

He could only pout his mouth with an unhappy look on his face.

"I don't need your help." Mo Xiaoyu tried to break free from An Zhengye's hand.

An Zhengye directly hugged her horizontally.

Mo Xiaoyu panicked and hooked his neck subconsciously: "What are you doing? Where are you going to carry me?"

"Take my wife to wash up." An Zhengye carried her into the bathroom before letting her down.

Then I squeezed ointment for her, made facial cleanser, and admitted her mistakes with a very positive attitude.

Mo Xiaoyu enjoyed his service, and he was in a good mood.

Come out of the bathroom clean and refreshed.

"I want to change clothes, you get back." Mo Xiaoyu directed with a wave of his hand.

"Can you? Let me do it." An Zhengye asked worriedly.

"No, you go out quickly." If he let him come, Mo Xiaoyu always felt that it would not be as simple as changing clothes.

I wanted to say that I hadn't seen him before, but seeing Mo Xiaoyu's angry look, An Zhengye chose to leave wisely: "Okay, don't be angry, I'll go out right away."

With that said, he turned around and went out, closing the door very loudly on purpose.

He couldn't hear anything through the door, so An Zhengye had no choice but to say, "Call me when you're ready, and I'll help you downstairs."

"I don't need you." Mo Xiaoyu replied rather disgusted.

An Zhengye rubbed his nose. He might have gone too far last night and pissed off his wife.

But when he thought of the beauty of last night, An Zhengye showed a satisfied smile.

Mo Xiaoyu's limbs were still a little weak.

Thinking of the reasons for all this, his face was stained red.

Damn An Zhengye, he should have seen yesterday that he was uneasy and kind.

Even after Qiu settled accounts, seeing her guilty conscience made her stuff up.

She was also not firm in her will, and she was actually fascinated by male sex...

Last night, with sweat dripping from An Zhengye's forehead, deep-set eyes, and a low and hoarse voice, he asked her, "May I?"

A hint of annoyance flashed across Mo Xiaoyu's flushed face, and she nodded unexpectedly!
It's not that her will is not strong enough, but that her opponent is too strong.

Sorry, she couldn't hold it!

Mo Xiaoyu quickly shook his head, shaking off all the hot memories of last night.

She's going to be late for filming, so it's important to change clothes quickly.

Suppressing the soreness, he changed his clothes, and when he opened the door, he saw An Zhengye leaning against the door.

"Why are you here?" Mo Xiaoyu asked angrily.

"Wait for you."

"I won't get lost, so there's nothing to wait for." Mo Xiaoyu felt sweet in his heart, but disgusted in his mouth.

"But without you, I wouldn't be able to find my way." An Zhengye whispered in her ear.

"Poor mouth." Mo Xiaoyu blushed again.

"It's so cute." An Zhengye couldn't help but kissed her on the mouth.

"You!" Mo Xiaoyu was immediately ashamed and annoyed.

Just about to beat An Zhengye's chest, remembering his strong muscles, he immediately put down his hands, turned around and left with a cold snort.

"Honey, you can hit me if you want, I'll relax a bit and let you hit me." An Zhengye followed up, coaxing softly.

"I don't want it." Mo Xiaoyu pouted, and said rather disgustingly: "It's hard, it's not easy to hit at all."

If you can't be coaxed like this, An Zhengye immediately changed: "I'll help you downstairs."

"No need, there are armrests." Mo Xiaoyu said coldly, turning his hands behind his back.

An Zhengye was not angry when he was rejected again and again.

A gleam of light flashed in his deep eyes, and he walked behind Mo Xiaoyu without saying a word, wrapped his arms around him, and immediately hugged him with a princess.

Mo Xiaoyu walked well, but was suddenly taken aback by being thrown into the air.

Immediately hugged An Zhengye's neck tightly.

Enjoying Mo Xiaoyu's "throwing in his arms and giving him a hug", An Zhengye raised the corners of his mouth, showing a triumphant smile.

"You hate it to death." Mo Xiaoyu came back to his senses and said coquettishly.

"Okay, I hate it." An Zhengye said very unprincipled.

Mo Xiaoyu was amused by his "ability to bend and stretch".

Seeing her finally smile, An Zhengye heaved a sigh of relief.

"Put me down, I can walk by myself." After resting for a while, and being massaged by An Zhengye again, Mo Xiaoyu was no longer so uncomfortable.

Her current physical fitness is a bit poor, but she is not so delicate.

"Let me hold you." An Zhengye didn't let go, and changed the position of his hand, hugging Mo Xiaoyu a little tighter.

"Okay." It's better if someone hugs her, and she won't have to walk.

Mo Xiaoyu enjoyed An Zhengye's service with peace of mind, and was carried all the way to the restaurant.

"Put me down quickly." The butler was standing at the door of the restaurant, and Mo Xiaoyu came up shyly again.

"Don't move around." An Zhengye not only didn't let go, but hugged him even tighter.

Mo Xiaoyu had no choice but to bury his head in his chest, and came to "deceive his ears and steal his bell".

An Zhengye looked at her red ears, and a smile flashed in his eyes.

"Master, Young Madam." The butler opened the door of the restaurant with a normal expression.

"You rest, I'm here." An Zhengye still understood Mo Xiaoyu's mood.

"Yes, young master." The butler replied respectfully, turned and left.

An Zhengye leaned close to Mo Xiaoyu's ear and whispered, "Okay, he's gone."

The warm breath sprayed on his ears, Mo Xiaoyu rubbed his itchy ears, and then raised his head: "Let's go?"

"Yeah." An Zhengye pulled out the chair and sat down, and directly hugged Mo Xiaoyu on his lap.

"Put me down." Unexpectedly, An Zhengye was so clingy, Mo Xiaoyu said dissatisfiedly, "I can't eat if you're like this."

"You worked hard last night, I'll feed you." An Zhengye coaxed softly, with a somewhat ambiguous tone.

"You're so annoying, let me go." Mo Xiaoyu blushed, not knowing whether it was from anger or embarrassment.

Mo Xiaoyu struggled fiercely, An Zhengye was afraid of hurting her, so he quickly compromised and said, "Okay, I'll let you down, don't move around."

As soon as An Zhengye let go, Mo Xiaoyu slid down his lap like a fish, trotted to the opposite side, and sat down at the farthest place from An Zhengye.

Seeing her look like a beast avoiding a flood, a trace of helplessness flashed in An Zhengye's eyes.

He seemed to be stoking the fire too much.

"Let's eat." He filled a bowl of soup and put it in Mo Xiaoyu's hand.

Mo Xiaoyu glanced at the wolfberries and red dates in the soup bowl, and three black lines were drawn across his forehead.

The intention of replenishing the body should not be too obvious.

Speechless, he picked up the spoon and brought it to his mouth.

"Does it taste good?" This was the first time he made a soup that invigorates qi and blood, and he was a little unsure.