Fierce Love: Dawn Mystery

Mo Bei filled the bathtub with hot water, and the steaming mist filled the surroundings. He reached out to test the temperature of the water, and pushed open the door. Lings sat on the edge of the bed, his back stiffened.

"What's the matter, baby?" Mo Bei hugged her from behind.

Lings' bones are slender, and it's a little awkward to hold, but Mo Bei still looks very gentle.

"The water is ready, let's go wash." He kissed her on the back of the neck, but Lings trembled suddenly, and grabbed his hand in a hurry.

"You're not leaving me, are you?"

Her nails were very long. Mo Bei felt the burning pain on the back of his hand, but he still comforted him: "Fool, of course not."

He withdrew his hand, and the diamond ring on the ring finger of his left hand shimmered: "Didn't you use this little thing to tie me up a long time ago?"

It seemed that he had just realized the fact that he and he were husband and wife. Lings breathed a sigh of relief, forced a smile, and looked at Mo Bei's fingers, feeling a little at ease.

Mo Bei didn't remove the smile on his face until Lings went in to take a shower. He had to doubt Lings' reaction.

Tue

scorching air everywhere

bullet pierced lung

He knew that he was going to die, the body lying on his side was stained with blood spreading from his chest, every breath was in great pain, he was about to suffocate.

After Kim woke up, he saw a white ceiling. He turned over and saw that the clock showed that it was only four o'clock. He randomly grabbed a handful of hair and washed his face with cold water. The restlessness finally disappeared with the cold sweat on his face. The mirror The person inside forced a smile of indifference: "Cut, it's not you who died, what are you afraid of?"

Mo Bei turned his head and saw the woman sleeping peacefully beside him, kissed her gently on the cheek, put on her pajamas and got out of bed.

Losing the heat source around her, Lings woke up quickly. Seeing Mo Bei was getting dressed and about to go downstairs, she hurriedly called him.

Mo Bei put on his shoes, and when he heard Lings calling him, he smiled slightly: "You're awake."

Lings hugged the quilt, her white shoulders were exposed in the air, and a lazy breath permeated her whole body. She saw her husband approaching, leaning on the edge of the bed with both hands and asking her, "Did you sleep well?"

She returned a "not bad" emoji.

"It seems that I haven't worked hard enough." Mo Bei pretended to be distressed. He who was always serious now looked unusually humorous. As his wife, Lings's face was naturally full of happiness.

"Okay, I'll go down for breakfast first, take your time."

Mo Bei carefully closed the door.

Going down the stairs, the servants downstairs greeted him respectfully. He was used to these things, and after a few random glances, he suddenly saw Kim biting a toast and reading a newspaper. It was the latest "Wall Street Journal".

The full English page, Kim read with gusto.

Mo Bei's tired mood was suddenly aroused by him. He walked up to Kim, held down the shaking newspaper in his hand, and saw Kim's big misty eyes.

"When did you learn English? I remember three or four English translators are given to you every year in the United States."

Kim put down the newspaper, stuffed the toast into his mouth, and said vaguely: "If possible, I still want to read a Chinese-friendly newspaper, such as "People's Daily."

Mo Bei took the hot milk handed over by the servant, and a ham and fried egg was already placed in front of him: "If you don't mind, I can be your personal translator for a while."

Kim naturally moved the fried ham and eggs in front of Mobei to his own, ignoring the surprised eyes of the servants: "Mr. Personal Translator, do you know that high cholesterol intake can lead to weight gain, baldness, myocardial infarction and cerebral hemorrhage?" .”

Mo Bei acted more calmly: "That's right, so how do you spell and? AND or END?"

"I will keep silent on this question, and don't disturb my precious breakfast time."

With an attitude of absolutely saving face, Kim ate this ham and omelet with a sense of superiority.

Mo Bei spread out the "Wall Street Journal", indicating that the servant did not need to make another copy.

When Lings went downstairs, he saw Mo Bei reading the newspaper. There seemed to be some particularly funny news. Mo Bei rarely smiled happily: "Mo Bei."

"Oh, Lings, you're down." Mo Bei put down the newspaper, turned around and pulled out a chair for Lings, and someone immediately brought an oatmeal.

Lings was a little surprised when he saw the empty table in front of Mo Bei's seat: "Where's yours?"

"I'm full!" Before he could answer, Kim interrupted their conversation loudly, put down the fork and poured all of Mobei's hot milk into his stomach, and burped loudly and emotively.

The other two were startled.

Mo Bei patted Lings on the shoulder reassuringly, and sat back in his seat: "I won't eat."

Under Lings' increasingly puzzled eyes, he looked at the unknowing Kim provocatively: "I still want to have a healthy rest of my life to take care of you, Lings."

this is just the beginning of the game

With unknown speculation and temptation

I like the sheer thrill of betting that you can live or die with one swing

Of course I also accept your invitation this time