The days when I was a wife to a wealthy idiot

The city where Lin Yuan is located has a special climate because of its geographical location. In October, the weather starts to turn cold. When I walk on the street, there are not many people wearing cool open-back and open-leg attires.

Lin Yuan was not very comfortable these two days, because the thing on his body was so damaged that he simply disposed of it and bought a new one, but it was still on the way, and it would take another day to arrive, and the reason for his discomfort was, It is because the body is empty.

This feeling is a bit scary, he has already begun to get used to the feeling of women's clothing, and he still thinks it is quite cool to wear a skirt.

But what made him more gratified was that Mo Ningchen didn't seem to have such a strong demand for that. Even the heavy-tasting big bear was cleaned up, and the soft and cute plush toy style was restored.

He didn't ask the reason for this, he only knew that his recent interest was going out with Chao Heng, and he often disappeared.

This morning, as soon as Lin Yuan opened his eyes, he saw Mo Ningchen's face close at hand. Facing the morning light, his fair skin was smudged with a faint luster, making him look very handsome.

Lin Yuan's blurred vision gradually became clear, gathered on Mo Ningchen's smooth forehead, slowly slid down, and saw his long and dense black eyelashes, like a small fan, gently flapping with his breath.

Lin Yuan stretched out his hand, and gently stroked Mo Ningchen's eyelashes with his fingers. Mo Ningchen's eyelids trembled slightly, but he didn't wake up.

Lin Yuan laughed, stretched out his hand again, and gently pinched his nose to prevent him from breathing.

Mo Ningchen frowned quickly, moved his lips slightly, and began to breathe through his mouth.

Lin Yuan stretched out his hand again and covered his mouth.

Neither of the two breathing places could breathe, which made Mo Ningchen agitated quickly. He raised his arm to push Lin Yuan's hand, and after a few pushes, he pushed Lin Yuan away, but the others also woke up .

Lin Yuan looked at him and smiled, Mo Ningchen opened his eyes in a daze, and muttered: "Why don't you let me sleep well."

"The sun is drying your butt and butt, are you still sleeping?"

Mo Ningchen turned over, pointed his back at him, and said hoarsely: "That's also showing your ass."

Seeing him lying on the bed, Lin Yuan got out of bed to wash up.

After washing, Mo Ningchen got up and squeezed into Nuo Da's bathroom, "What are you doing?" His voice was still a little vague, with a sound of sleep, he tilted his head slightly to look at Lin Yuan, and the corner of his lips parted. Laughing, said: "Your hair is sticking up."

As he spoke, he leaned closer and stretched out his hand to comb Lin Yuan's curled up hair.

His movements were very gentle, and his eyes and expressions were full of softness and gentleness. The bright and soft morning light outside the window shone in, creating an atmosphere that was almost intoxicating.

Lin Yuan was a little awkward, he pulled Mo Ningchen's hand away, looked in the mirror, and saw the curled up and frizzy hair, he dipped some water and pressed it down.

At this time, he had already cut the half-length hair, leaving the hair to the length of the chin, just enough to reveal the back of the neck, so that it would not be so wet and swept around by the tail of the hair.

"Is it still curled up?" Lin Yuan asked.

Mo Ningchen rubbed his eyes, finally opened them a little wider, looked at Lin Yuan, and said sweetly: "No more, Yuanyuan is so beautiful today."

Lin Yuan: "..."

"Hurry up and wash yours! Don't talk nonsense." Lin Yuan said.

Mo Ningchen narrowed his eyes, curled up the corners of his lips, and said, "Chao Heng said that beautiful girls are praised, so I will praise you every day from now on, okay?"

Lin Yuan remained silent.

Mo Ningchen looked down at him, "Are you okay?"

At this time, he spoke with a coquettish ending, scratching at the tip of the heart, soft and crisp.

Lin Yuan covered his face, "Chao Heng... Chao Heng is only 14 years old, did he really say these words?"

Mo Ningchen hesitated for a moment, then whispered: "He taught me all, he knows a lot."

Lin Yuan hesitated for a moment before opening his mouth: "From now on...you are not allowed to ask Chaoheng about these things!"

Mo Ningchen looked into his eyes and asked softly, "Why? Don't you want me to learn more?"

Lin Yuan said: "You are still young, it is not good to know too much, it is not good for your mental health, and Chao Heng, I will also talk about him when I find time, where did he learn this mess, he is still a child at the age of 14 , he knows a lot.”

Mo Ningchen laughed and lowered his voice, "But I'm not young anymore."

Lin Yuan stared at him quietly, hesitating to speak, "...you should wash up quickly."

After finishing speaking, he went out without looking at Mo Ningchen's reaction.

Mo Ningchen stood where he was, watching Lin Yuan leave, his face slightly wrinkled.

Soon, he came out after washing.

Lin Yuan was lying on the soft single sofa, with a chiffon nightdress hanging on his legs, revealing his thin white calves, and he spread his legs without any restraint, hanging on the armrest of the sofa, lying on a slant He was playing games on the corner of the sofa, and he grabbed his bangs and pulled them to the top of his head, revealing his smooth forehead.

Because of his movement, one side of the skirt slipped above the knee.

In fact, he didn't do this once or twice, and now he took off the fake breasts without any scruples.

This also showed that he was already defenseless against Mo Ningchen.

Mo Ningchen leaned over, breathed on Lin Yuan, and asked with a smile, "I switched to orange-flavored toothpaste! Does it smell good?"

Lin Yuan's eyes were half-closed by his blowing, and when he heard his words, he replied, "It smells good."

Mo Ningchen smacked his lips and whispered, "I ate a little, it's delicious."

Lin Yuan glanced at him, "Toothpaste can't be eaten as a snack, it will cause stomach upset."

Mo Ningchen touched his stomach and said, "My stomach is not uncomfortable."

Lin Yuan said, "That's because you don't eat enough."

As soon as he finished speaking, his eyelids tightened. He looked at Mo Ningchen's hand, "What are you doing?"

Mo Ningchen put his hand on Lin Yuan's abdomen, and when he heard him questioning, he smiled obediently at him and said, "Does your stomach still hurt?"

Lin Yuan thought for a moment and said, "It doesn't hurt anymore."

"You shed a lot of blood at that time, I have never seen so much blood." Mo Ningchen said in a muffled voice.

Lin Yuan looked at his face and said after a while: "It's all in the past, I don't feel any pain anymore."

He was a little upset and couldn't help asking, "Do you really want a baby?"

Mo Ningchen looked at him, those black and white eyes were imprinted with Lin Yuan's delicate face, which could even be called beautiful, a faint smile appeared in his eyes, "I want him to play with me."

Lin Yuan said, "Then you don't want me to accompany you?"

As soon as I said these words, my tongue became dry and I felt ashamed.

Mo Ningchen said as it should: "Yes, I want it."

Lin Yuan got the answer, nodded and said nothing.

Mo Ningchen looked at Lin Yuan with warm eyes and some expectation, and said softly, "Yuanyuan, get well soon and stay with me."

Lin Yuan raised his arms, covered his face with the game console, and muttered in a low voice, "You Chaoheng plays with you every day, it's rare that you still remember me."

Mo Ningchen laughed, pulled out his hand, and changed the direction again, pulling down Lin Yuan's slipped skirt, smoothing out all the wrinkles.

His behavior did not win Lin Yuan's wink. He lived a rough and casual life, but Mo Ningchen had a certain principle, and he was unexpectedly strict about the cleanliness of his clothes. It should be a habit developed since childhood, similar to compulsion. disease exists.

Sometimes Lin Yuan would purposely button the wrong buttons of his outer shirt, taking pleasure in watching Mo Ningchen's tangled expression.

So he pulls his skirt and doesn't get any attention from him.

Mo Ningchen saw that he was playing games vigorously, so he didn't speak, and sat cross-legged on the floor, his eyes fell on Lin Yuan's legs hanging on the armrest of the sofa.

He used to wear indoor slippers, but now the slippers fell off when his toes dangled, so now he is barefoot.

Mo Ningchen stretched out his hand to support Lin Yuan's ankle, his eyes gradually darkened.