Mr. Lu, the wife was the white moonlight that night

After Xia Ling listened to his explanation, he suddenly stared at him seriously, with a hint of surprise and curiosity in his eyes.

The reason why he was surprised was because the former Mu Sichen would not coax her in such a good temper, let alone explain to her patiently.

Because of their relationship, he didn't need to explain it to her.

The more this was the case, the more Xia Ling's heart was filled with an inexplicable emotion, making her willing to lie to herself and fall into such a love net willingly.

She plunged into his arms, hugged his waist tightly, and buried her head in his heart.

Her voice was very small, like a mosquito, and she said muffledly: "These days, you ignore me and don't reply to my messages. I don't know, what did I do wrong? Even if you are getting married, You should also tell me that I won't pester you. But I don't like this, and somehow I can't find you. "

Mu Sichen felt inexplicably distressed. He gently put his arms around the little woman in his arms, and said, "You're right, these days... it's my problem."

Is it because he hasn't considered clearly what to do with Xia Ling?

Until now, he still hasn't figured out how to balance hatred and Xia Ling?

But at this moment, with the warm fragrance and soft jade in his arms, desire defeated reason after all.

He leaned over, stroking her round earlobes with warm thin lips, and asked evilly, "Tell me, do you miss me?"

As he asked, his restless hands were teasing her body.

Xia Ling was made powerless by him, so he could only respond in a whisper, begging: "Lawyer Mu..."

But the man deliberately squeezed her waist heavily, his tone was ambiguous and dangerous, "What did you call me? Call me again."

Xia Ling was so provoked that his eyes became hazy, and he called out softly: "Si Chen..."

These two words seemed to inspire the man, and his big hands attacked her city more nimbly.

It wasn't until late at night that the chaotic bedroom finally calmed down.

Xia Ling seemed to have lost all strength, lying on Mu Sichen's firm chest.

For some reason, she used to think that she was the most free and easy woman who could not be wronged.

But ever since she got to know Mu Sichen, she willingly surrendered to him and worshiped him.

Even in this kind of matter, Mu Sichen could make her want to live and die.

She was a little scared, would she sink further and further, unable to escape?

At this time, the man's faint voice came into her ears, "What are you thinking, huh?"

Of course Xia Ling couldn't tell him what was in his heart?Lest this man die of complacency.

Mu Sichen rubbed her black hair and said, "Why didn't you talk? Could it be that you haven't been fed enough just now?"

Xia Ling immediately left his arms, touched her belly, and said shamefully and pitifully, "I... I'm hungry."

There was a hint of evil charm at the corner of Mu Sichen's mouth, and he suddenly turned over, his voice was hoarse and low, "So just now, I really didn't feed you enough? Then... do it again?"

"Go away!"

Xia Ling rejected her and said angrily: "What I said is that I didn't eat tonight!"

Speaking of this, she added aggrievedly: "I'm really hungry."

Mu Sichen was dumbfounded by her, pinched her cheek, and said, "Okay, wait for me for a while."

With that said, he had already put on his pajamas and was going to the kitchen to get her something to eat.

Xia Ling's eyes followed him just like that, and a smile unconsciously formed on the corner of his mouth.

It feels so good to be loved.

No, it should be the feeling of being loved by Mu Sichen, it's so good.

As for "favor" or "love", she no longer wants to delve into it, after all, they have no results.

She only knows that when he is with him now, she is very happy.

Soon, the aroma of cooking noodles permeated every corner of this small house.

Because it was too late, Mu Sichen had no choice but to cook two packs of instant noodles, poached eggs, and added a tomato.

Even so, Xia Ling's gluttons were still hooked out.

She hurried to the dining table outside, looking at the two bowls of hot noodles, she had already devoured them.

Mu Sichen was sitting opposite her, eating very elegantly, completely different from her.

Xia Ling really didn't understand, how could there be such a perfect man?

It turns out that the phrase 'you get the hall from the top, you get the kitchen from the bottom' is also applicable to men.

Thinking that in the future, maybe Mu Sichen's goodness would be to another woman, her heart felt like being pricked by needles, and there was dense pain.

"Are you still eating?"

Mu Sichen said to her, "Shall I share this bowl with you?"

Xia Ling finished drinking the soup in the bowl, shook her head shyly, and said, "No need, no need, I... I ate so much this night, and I will gain two catties of meat tomorrow."

Mu Sichen smiled and said, "What are you afraid of getting fatter? When you touch it now, it's all bones. It feels better to be fatter."

Xia Lingjiao glared at him angrily, why does this man, who is serious outside, drive at night?

She changed the subject and asked curiously: "When did you learn to cook? I heard from Jiahe before that Lu Jingmo learned to cook by himself when he was studying abroad and was not used to eating abroad. What about you?"

Mu Sichen was slightly taken aback, as if lost in memory.

He said bitterly: "I'm not as lucky as Jing Mo, I can cook right after I started junior high school."

"what?"

Xia Ling looked at him in surprise, his bright black pupils were full of curiosity, "So early?"

Mu Sichen glanced at her, but did not continue the topic.

How should he tell her that when her father died because of testing the medicine, Xia Dongtian destroyed the evidence and escaped the law.

At that time, his mother couldn't afford it, so he could only take care of everything in the family from then on.

Seeing that his complexion was not good, Xia Ling asked cautiously, "What's wrong with you?"

Mu Sichen shook his head and said, "It's nothing, I just thought of something from the past."

As he spoke, he turned up his sleeves, revealing a shallow scar.

He smiled and said, "This one got burnt when I first learned how to cook."

Xia Ling's eyes were full of puzzlement and doubts, "Why, did you start learning to cook so early? Are your parents at ease to let you start a fire?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Mu Sichen's eyes fell on her, revealing a touch of coldness and gloom.

Xia Ling was startled, and asked blankly: "You... What's the matter? Did I say something wrong?"

After all, in her imagination, Mu Sichen, like Lu Jingmo, should have been pampered since childhood.

Such a man can still cook and cook good dishes, which is really commendable.

But Mu Sichen seemed a little unhappy at the moment.

Xia Ling has been with him for five years, and he is very familiar with his expression.

He was not happy, and she didn't dare to chat with him anymore.

It's just that she felt very inexplicable.

The air was inexplicably suffocating.

Xia Ling quickly picked up the bowls and chopsticks after eating, and said, "I'm going to wash the dishes."

As she said that, she ran to the kitchen in a panic like a little rabbit.

Mu Sichen looked at her back and sighed faintly.

He knew that he shouldn't be angry with her, but when he thought of his childhood and those things, he really couldn't separate her from her father.

After Xia Ling finished cleaning the dishes, Mu Sichen remained silent until they went to bed, with an indifference that kept people thousands of miles away.

"Lawyer Mu..."

She got into the quilt, got into his arms, showed her small head, and said timidly: "When you are angry, I will be afraid."

Mu Sichen looked at the little woman in his arms, helplessly raised the corners of his lips, and said, "What are you afraid of?"

Xia Ling gave him a blank look, and said: "I'm afraid that Lawyer Mu will become fierce, eat me!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Mu Sichen suddenly pulled up the quilt, covering both of them.

The man's ambiguous voice was full of magnetism, and he said hoarsely, "Well, you just reminded me."

"Ah! Mu Sichen, don't do this."

Xia Ling complained aggrievedly: "I have to go to work tomorrow!"