Rebirth of Sweet Love: Master Mu Chases His Wife to the Crematorium

Chapter 747

Luo Wanning left the two brothers in the living room, and led Shen Zhenzhen to the rooftop terrace.

She complained to the other party about someone's perverted desire to control.

"Wan Ning, I'm not partial to anyone, but I think you're making a big deal out of a molehill!"

"Me? Making a fuss out of a molehill?"

"Yeah, if it was me, I wish Fengfeng would hide me at home every day, hehe~"

Luo Wanning black line: "."

She almost forgot how Shen Zhenzhen fell in love with Mu Shifeng.

Downstairs, when Mu Shifeng learned the reason for his brother's weird behavior, he laughed so hard that he almost rolled on the ground.

"Is it so funny?"

"Brother, you are really overbearing! When you called me, I thought it was Xiao Wanwan who didn't want to work, but it turned out to be you.
"Hahaha
"No wonder Xiaowanwan is angry!"

Mu Shihan's face darkened, "Pay attention to your address!"

"Okay, my sister-in-law
"Let me tell you, I don't care what kind of character she was before you two divorced, but let me tell you clearly, the fanaticism I know about her work is not inferior to yours, okay?

"You're obstructing her work now, it's no wonder she doesn't smoke you!"

Mu Shihan pondered for a moment with a straight face, and finally decided to temporarily compromise for the happiness of the rest of his life.

"What job did she take, you are responsible for reporting her itinerary to me!"

Mu Shifeng covered his stomach with one hand, and made an OK gesture with the other.

"I will accompany Baby Zhenzhen to Australia in the next year, and I will explain to Jiang Lin, don't worry!"

At noon, Mu Shifeng and Shen Zhenzhen left from Qinshan No. .

Luo Wanning was lying on the balcony alone, thinking about what Shen Zhenzhen had said——

She said: "When you like someone, you always wish you well. He doesn't let you work because he is worried about your health. When you are healthy, he doesn't let you work anymore. It's the desire to control!"

"Wanwan, for lunch I cooked you scallop lean meat porridge, go down and eat or should I bring it to you?"

Mu Shihan suddenly returned to his usual meticulous look, as if the previous quarrel never happened at all.

Luo Wanning closed her eyes and ignored him.

"I also admitted my mistake to you just now. If you think my hot dance can't relieve your anger, why don't I show you a stripped version?"

Luo Wanning was suddenly amused, she turned her head and said, "I'm not that mean."

"Really? Who touched my muscles that night and said they liked it?" The man asked back with a low smile.

"."

In fact, after returning from Yanling Mountain, Luo Wanning has been wondering whether anything happened to them that night.

And the night before when we got drunk in the attic.

From the other party's words, it seemed that he had done something to him.

But as far as she knows herself, she
Really not sure!
She asked each other more than once.

However, every time he asked, he always replied to himself with an evil smile, and opened his mouth to beg for responsibility.

"Mu Shihan, if you answer my question seriously, I will promise you to postpone the working hours."

Mu Shihan's heart skipped a beat when he heard the sound, and he almost agreed to make this deal with her.

Fortunately, Mu Shifeng's words gave him new considerations.

In order to smooth his wife's hair thoroughly, he raised his hand and stroked the other's hair and said gently: "My wife can work whenever she wants, and my husband won't interfere!

"As for what you want to ask, my husband will answer it truthfully!"

Luo Wanning's whole body trembled violently because of his disgusting eyes and tone, and there was a little vigilance in his eyes.

Master Mu has a deep routine, so be careful when you get into the pit.

"What's the matter? Ask!"

Luo Wanning swallowed hard, and stammered: "That night in the attic, and... that night in the tent. I really...
"Sleep you?"

"Honey, you've asked this question many times!"

"But you never answered seriously!"

Mu Shihan stared at her with half-closed eyes, and then answered with a rhetorical question very seriously.

"So, based on your own wine taste and understanding, what is your cognition?"

Luo Wanning roared inwardly: If I knew myself, why the hell would I ask you?
Sure enough, I still asked about loneliness.
(End of this chapter)