False Affection: My Mysterious Mr. Moo

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212 I Only You

Mu Nuannian eats a little at night, and he vomits badly at this moment, so the taste is not good.

She can't smell it herself, but Mu Tingxiao feels obvious.

He just frowned slightly, and when she finished vomiting, he took a tissue and wiped her, and turned over a bottle of water in the car and handed it to her.

"Get off." Mu Tingxiao's voice has calmed down.

He opened the door and got off the car. He took off his coat and sweater with mu warm vomit, leaving only a thin shirt.

Instead, Nuan Nuan had nothing on his body.

When she got out of the car, the cold wind blew, and the whole person was refreshed a lot.

Turning her head to look at Mu Tingxiao, who was only wearing a thin shirt, she couldn't help but ask, "Is it cold?"

When she looked at Muting Owl, Muting Owl turned to look at her.

She just vomited once, her eyes were wet, her eyes were slightly red, her face pale and her lips pursed to see him, it was very pitiful.

So when I got to the sentence "what do you think", the exit became: "Not cold."

Mu Nuannan was ready to accept Mu Tingxiao's poisonous tongue, and then returned the sentence "deserved", but he said not cold.

Master Mu is really not an ordinary person. The temperature is almost minus, and it is not cold to wear a thin shirt.

Mu Tingxiao's "not cold" is not just talking, Mu Nuannuan shivered in the cold wind, but Mu Tingxiao didn't respond at all.

...

When the car was dirty, Mu Nuannuan and Mu Tingxiao flew back together.

As for Mu Tingxiao's car, leave it to the bodyguard to drive back.

Back home, Mu Tingxiao went to the study to take a bath, and Mu Nuannuan returned to the bedroom to take a bath.

When Mu Nuan Nuan came out of the bathroom, he found that Mu Tingxiao was sitting in a single sofa in front of the window in a nightgown.

The headlights in the room did not turn on. A dim floor lamp was lit beside him. The halo enveloped him, making him look gentler.

But no one knows better than Mu Nuan Nuan.

On Mu Tingxiao, all tenderness is an illusion.

Mu Nuan Nuan walked towards him, preparing to sit down next to him.

She didn't want to, but she walked over and was pulled back into the arms by Mu Tingxiao.

He handed a sip of red wine to Mu Nuannuan's lips: "Take a sip."

Mu Nuan Nuan frowned and pushed away: "I don't want to drink." After washing, I don't want to eat anything or drink.

Mu Tingxiao did not force her, took a sip of her own, and pressed down on her lips.

Hooking her lips-petals, she passed the red wine from her mouth to her mouth.

Mu Nuan Nun was caught off guard by his mouth and almost choked.

Mu Tingxiao reached out and stroked her long hair, moving gently, with a soothing meaning.

After Mu Nuannuan came slowly, he gave a light hammer to Mu Tingxiao's chest.

Mu Tingxiao reached out and wrapped her little fist, slightly drooping her eyelids to cover the emotions under her eyes, her voice was indifferent: "He is the reason why you dropped the bodyguard?"

His nonsense words made Mu Nuan Nuan wonder for a moment before he realized what he was talking about.

"What do you mean?" He said that she got rid of her bodyguard just to meet Shen Chuhan?

Mu Tingxiao raised his eyes and looked at her deeply: "You want to leave me."

"What are you talking about?" Mu Nuan Nuan felt a stir in his heart and frowned: "I can't understand what you're talking about."

"You don't want to take wedding photos and don't want to marry me." When Mu Tingxiao talked, the expression on his face remained unchanged, but Mu Nuan Nuan was very keen to hear a trace of tension.

"I explained it to you before, I was...meeting..."

Mu Tingxiao didn't want to listen to her explanation at all. Mu Nuannuan thought what he was thinking. He knew everything.

He hooked Mu Nuan Nuan's waist in one hand, and the glass in his other hand fell to the ground, covered with a blanket. The glass did not break, and the undrinked wine dipped into the carpet.

Mu Tingxiao took Mu Nuannian's posture to sit on him, hooked her waist and legs, stood up and hugged her to the bed, and the two rolled onto the bed together.

Mu Nuan warms up a bit.

The moment he was about to go in, Mu Nuan Nuan suddenly stopped him and gasped and asked, "You and Mu Wanqi are divorced?"

"Well." Mu Tingxiao's forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat. He breathed heavily, and he was about to break in.

Who knows, Mu Nuan Nuan stopped him again: "You didn't wear... Ah!"

The words behind her were scattered by his brutality.

She lifted her slender white neck and groaned slightly with her lips slightly open.

Mu Tingxiao leaned over, leaving a series of wet pink traces on her snow-white neck, obscene and cute.

Her waist is thin and soft, which always gives Mu Tingxiao an illusion that it will break off after a pinch. The tyrannical factor in her heart is always tossing at this time, making him want to cut her waist directly, let her Crying for mercy...

Mu Nuan Nuan also remembered that Mu Tingxiao did not wear a sleeve.

Mu Tingxiao crashed deeply, and Mu Nuannuan said intermittently: "You...don't be in...the first two times...ah..."

At this time, he didn't want to hear her talking about it.

He deliberately found her Min-sense and tortured her slowly, and when she couldn't help it, she found a place and hit it hard...

Indistinctly, Mu Nuann remembered that Mu Tingxiao had gotten in it recently.

They are not suitable to have children now.

She thought about this faintly, and finally fell asleep.

Mu Tingxiao turned over and got out of bed and took a warm wet towel to wipe Mu Nuan Nuan's body.

He lowered his eyes, his movements were soft and slow, and he focused as if the artist were treating precious and rare artworks.

After wiping the body for Mu Nuan Nuan, he turned away the sweaty bangs in front of her forehead and gently burned a kiss on her forehead. The voice was too soft to hear: "I have only you."

Mu Nuan Nuan seemed to hear who was talking in her ear. She lifted her heavy eyelids, and the outline of the person in front of her was blurred, but she also knew that this was Mu Tingxiao.

She was so sleepy that she lifted her hands hard, and the next moment she felt that her hand was grasped by a wider and warmer hand. She settled down in her heart, closed her eyes and fell asleep again.

Mu Tingxiao sat by the bed, staring at her for a long time, and put her hand back into the quilt.

...

The next day.

When Mu Nuann woke up, the place beside him was empty.

She reached out and probed. There was no temperature, which proved that Mu Tingxiao had gotten up for a while.

She sat up with a sour body, leaning on the bedside with her eyes closed to count her safety period.

It doesn't seem to be accurate, so I can only take medicine.

She hasn't thought about the child yet.

In addition to her unstable relationship with Muting Owl, she still has a lot to do.

She is only twenty-two years old and her life has just begun. She does not have a good mother. She may also be an unqualified daughter herself.

Even if she wants a child now, she doesn't know how to take care of him.