After the rebirth, I divorced the scumbag

Xia Zimu seriously thought about how to create such an alternative situation, Lu Jinghao glanced at her, and took the book away from her lap, "Mu Qing has already decided to leave, the matter between her and your brother should be settled It's over, don't even think about it."

"I'm going to do a B-ultrasound tomorrow morning, go to bed early."

Tonight, Xia Zimu's attention basically never stayed on him, at least while sleeping at night, he hoped that she could temporarily forget about other things.

Xia Zimu nodded, lifted the quilt and lay down.

Lu Jinghao put the book on the bed cabinet, turned off the light, fell asleep next to Xia Zimu, and pulled Xia Zimu into his arms.

After pregnancy, Xia Zimu was lethargic during the day and occasionally suffered from insomnia at night, but she could sleep more comfortably in his arms.

He kissed her forehead, "good night."

"Good night."

......

After Mo Xiaoyuan left home, instead of looking for a hotel, he drove to Mu Qing's house.

When he arrived, Mu Qing was already going to bed.

Seeing Mo Xiaoyuan appearing at the door of the house covered in injuries, Mu Qing was startled, and hurriedly pulled him into the house.

She poked her head out and looked in the corridor, and seeing no one outside, she closed the door with a "bang".

When she was abroad, she also saw Mo Xiaoyuan injured.

Their social circles are completely different, and they will have in-depth exchanges, also because she helped him once.

After closing the door, she turned her head to check on Mo Xiaoyuan's injuries.

Basically skin trauma, not too serious.

She asked, "Why did you get hurt? Did you meet an enemy?"

Mo Xiaoyuan's dark eyes looked at her, and there was a dangerous aura all over his body, which was a little frightening.

Just when Mu Qing thought he would be violent to her, he said flatly: "My dad beat her."

In just a few seconds, Mo Xiaoyuan's expression returned to normal, as if the dangerous aura emanating from his body just now was just Mu Qing's illusion.

After hearing what he said, Mu Qing was stunned for a moment, "You are so old, uncle still beats you?"

"Well. To be precise, it's a fight."

Mu Qing thought that he was practicing boxing with Mo Qinglin or something, so she didn't ask any further questions. She was in her pajamas and was going to buy some medicine from the 24-hour pharmacy outside to help him treat his wound.

Mo Xiaoyuan pulled her back, despite being injured, the strength in his hands was still strong, and Mu Qing felt as if her wrists were being handcuffed by the hardest iron.

"Skin trauma, it will heal by itself, no need to buy medicine."

He has never been a pampered young master, and this injury on his body is still bearable.

"But I see that you have blood on your body..."

"It's just a little bit, it's scabbed over, it's okay."

Mu Qing didn't argue with him anymore, and asked, "Are you here now?"

Mo Xiaoyuan's handsome and serious facial features showed no expression, and he said in a tone like a superior notifying work: "My father kicked me out.

"I'm staying here tonight."

Mu Qing did not agree: "I can book a hotel for you."

"Need not."

"you......"

Just as Mu Qing pronounced a word, her lips became hot.

The other party licked her lips.

The pleasant aroma of the man's body, mixed with the faint smell of smoke, instantly filled her breath.

After the kiss, he commented unhurriedly: "It's a bit dry."

Mu Qing was stunned for a few seconds by the warm and moist touch, her heart was burning, but she calmed down soon, and then her face darkened.

He pulled her into the bedroom.

Mu Qing stood still.

"You came here in the middle of the night just to be rude?"

"If I really want to be rude, you've lost all your clothes right now."

There is no need to wait until entering the bedroom.

The feeling of being suppressed made Mu Qing a little unhappy, she said: "You sleep on the bed, I sleep on the sofa."

Mo Xiaoyuan said incredulously: "Together."

Mu Qing still wanted to refuse, but Mo Xiaoyuan directly hugged her up.

Mu Qing was wearing thin pajamas, the fabric was soft and smooth.

The body temperature of the two was exchanged through the entanglement of the fabric, and Mu Qing could even feel the muscle lines on the other's waist and abdomen.

She struggled a few times, and a man's magnetic and hoarse voice came from above her head: "Do you still remember what I said to you in bed?"

It happened between them too many times, he said so many nasty words, and Mu Qing didn't even know which sentence he was referring to.

Mo Xiaoyuan lowered his head, deliberately lowered his voice, and said in her ear, "The more you resist, the more I want to fuck you."

Mu Qing froze, bit her lower lip, raised her head and glared at him, without speaking.

He never gave her justice only in bed.

Therefore, she didn't feel offended when she occasionally said a few excessively nasty words.

Even now that the two of them are having such a quarrel, when she heard him say this, her first reaction was not anger, but embarrassment.

If it were someone else, she might be so angry that she wanted him to die.

Mo Xiaoyuan glanced at her expression and knew that she had recalled something.

The woman in his arms was full of shame, and blushed because she hated him, trying to confuse people for no reason.

Mo Xiaoyuan suddenly a few days ago, the night when the two of them had a spring breeze.

His lower abdomen was a little tense, he strode into the bedroom with her in his arms, and put her on the bed.

After regaining her freedom, Mu Qing immediately shrank to a corner and looked at Mo Xiaoyuan warily.

"It was agreed to give me a month to think about it, but the time has not yet come."

"Don't worry, I won't touch you."

Saying so, he slipped off his shoes and coat and climbed onto the bed.

Mu Qing raised her foot to kick him, but he grabbed her ankle.

His palms are wide and strong, enough to wrap around her ankles.

The ankle was grabbed, Mu Qing trembled, and wanted to take it back, but the other party grabbed the other foot and pulled her forward.

The next moment, the bodies of the two were tightly pressed together.

This posture is too ambiguous, if it wasn't for the clothes covering their bodies, the two of them would be in the same state as those countless nights in the past.

Feeling that he was about to change, Mu Qing panicked, and reached out to push Mo Xiaoyuan, "Mo Xiaoyuan! Get down!"

Mo Xiaoyuan didn't follow her, let go of her ankles, and put his arms around her waist, clasped her tightly, and fell down holding her.

Mu Qing struggled violently again.

However, this little strength of hers was completely indifferent to Mo Xiaoyuan.

He restrained her, pressed her head forcefully into his arms, "Sleep, I won't do anything else."

Seeing that he didn't move, Mu Qing believed his words, and gradually settled down.

The woman in his arms was finally quiet, and Mo Xiaoyuan asked again: "Chen Qianming came to see you today, what did he say to you?"

He looked a little cold, and his voice was tense and hoarse, like a question.