Stand Still, Don’t Run Away, My Little Wife

This posture, rely on, don’t this fellow is to…

“Hello…!”

When she opened her mouth to say something, she saw the man eating a mouthful of red wine and bowing his head and kissing her lips.

Red wine crossed into her mouth, and the taste… inexplicably generated electric current, straggling up and down.

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“Is it delicious?”

“…”

The lip angle is stained with wine red, and the finger abdomen is rubbed and touched. The heat between them can be clearly felt by each other.

Dye Mo involuntarily moved his throat. Under the dim light, Mu Yanze’s face was really… good to see the beating!

However, Mingming only took one mouthful, but the heart of Ran Mo began to melt gradually from that mouthful of wine.

At the moment, the appearance of the little woman’s forbearance is too attractive. Muyanze likes her appearance at the moment very much. Mingming… However, this stubborn little mouth would rather bite the lip than ask him.

“Wife…”

“MuYanZe, you…”

She really can’t stand him anymore.

There is always a way to make her yield. It’s not funny at all!

“Please, please let you go.”

“You…”

Please, please him, dream!

Dye Mo will not beg him for death. She keeps pushing and shoving.

But it doesn’t work－

“It seems that you are impatient.”

“Your big ye! You…”

After the foul language broke out, dye mo was sealed with a kiss and the rest of the voice was swallowed back.

All night long, the charming scenery did not stop.

… …

The end of excessive sex is that dye silent can’t get out of bed.

The servants were temporarily dismissed during this period of time, and Aunt Qing was not here.

Lying in the man’s arms, dyed silent eyes are too lazy to open, but the stomach is very disappointing let out a cry.

MuYanZe looked at the arms of the little woman, low smile：

“Hungry?”

However, there was no response.

Ran Mo didn’t want to talk to him, but his stomach was really uncooperative and cried again.

The man chuckled aloud and dyed his lips silently. He thought the laughter was a mockery.

I really want to scold him. What’s the smile? Can’t a human being be hungry? !

But when the words came to the lips, they were tolerated again.

She refused to talk to him, refused to communicate with him!

She wants to treat this fellow as an invisible person, which does not exist and cannot be seen!

How could he not know the childish thoughts of the little woman?

From childhood to adulthood, he made her angry. She always did, ignoring him and saying that he was a transparent person and could not be seen or touched.

A few minutes later, Mu Yanze put on his clothes and left the room, while Yan Mo opened his eyes and lay prone on the bed, his mouth pie unhappy.

I touched my stomach. I was tired all night last night. Can I not be hungry? She wants to eat everything she sees now.

Helpless, Qing aunt is not here, oneself can’t cook food.

Half an hour later.

Nose smelled the fragrance, dye silent has passed on the clothes, according to instinct smell the fragrance out of the room, saw the food on the dining table downstairs.

At the moment, he paced downstairs in his home slippers.

But when I saw that the breakfast maker was Mu Yanze, my mood fell instantly.

“Come and eat when hungry.”

“Who said I was hungry?”

The woman turned her head to disdain, but she still glanced at the breakfast on the dining table out of the corner.

Looking at it, it is selling well. I don’t know if it is dark cuisine.

In Ran Mo’s cognition, I don’t think a gentleman like Mu Yanze can cook.

“Really not hungry, huh?”

The man said, and sat down at the table and took a sip of coffee.

The belly is protesting, just like human instinct, seeing food, even if the mouth is tough, but the steps still follow the direction of the belly, small steps towards the direction of the dining table.

Hesitated for three seconds, heart a horizontal, anyway, he did it, can’t waste it.

It is shameful to waste food.

Well, I persuaded myself in this way. I sat down at the dining table carelessly and looked at the fried eggs and sandwiches on the plate. My instinct to eat was to smack my lips and pick up the tableware to start.

However－

“Eat my breakfast, but I will be paid.”

“…”

Zhang Ranmo knew that there was no free breakfast in the world!

“Call my husband.”

“You…”

“No?”

“Fuck off!”

“No eating then.”

“Don’t eat, don’t eat!”

Dye Mo leaned back and looked proud. Isn’t it just breakfast? She can still starve to death.

In the end, she got up and went into the kitchen. Mu Yanze could make breakfast, so she didn’t believe she couldn’t.

Do it yourself and have plenty of food and clothing.

Take out an egg in a good manner, fire and pour oil.

Well, fortunately, the last time I watched Aunt Qing learn a little, the egg shells were all broken in the egg liquid and dyed with silent pie mouth. That’s it. When I poured it into the pan, I was spilled with hot oil and was scared to shrink my hands and stamp my feet.

Hiss, it’s good to hide fast.

However, the man on the dining table was sitting there in his spare time, watching the busy figure and waiting to see.

When it comes out of the pot, the sandwich can’t be made, so skip it and pour a glass of milk to serve on the table.

This contrast is somewhat sharp.

The fried eggs made by Mu Yanze are good in color and appearance.

But hers is… It seems a little burnt, but it may taste good.

At the entrance, the little woman’s expression changed, Mu Yanze even heard－

Well, there was a chewing sound.

I would like to chew and swallow the eggshell fragments in the fried eggs. I really want to spit them out. It is very bad and bitter, but when I look at the fellow’s contemptuous eyes, I swallow them with “backbone”.

After pouring a glass of milk, he recovered.

Bad, super bad, can’t eat another bite.

Small eyes glanced at the eye that fellow, see him pick eyebrows chuckle, she crossbow eyebrow, will he do that breakfast, hum a way：

“What are you laughing at? Your food is not delicious.”

When the words fell, I took a bite without hesitation. The so－called slap in the face is generally the case.

Dye Mo had to say that what this fellow did was quite delicious.

Anyway, it is many times better than hers.

“Wife, how does it taste?”

“…”

Staggered, soon swept away all the food, full of food and drink, just staggered：

“That’s it.”

… …

Because she was not sure whether Lynn had returned to Los Angeles safely, she wanted to call Lynn, but found her cell phone missing.

Strange, where did you run? You can’t grow your feet.

I can’t find it. Fortunately, I can recite the number. I am also a boyfriend who has been dating for more than four years. I can’t even remember a phone number.

Go downstairs, pick up the phone and prepare to dial, but－

Is this phone broken? Why is there no sound?

Look at the telephone line again and frown. Is it broken?

He and she are the only two people in this family. Apart from Mu Yanze, who will be so boring?

So he confiscated her cell phone, too?

Is this to be completely isolated from the outside world?

Angry, I’m afraid he is afraid, he will call his parents to complain.

Pacing upstairs, she went to the study. She went in and thundered：

“Give me back my cell phone!”

Mu Yanze was sitting in front of his desk, but he did not read. He took a Rubik’s Cube in his hand, glanced at the woman, and then looked down at the messed－up Rubik’s Cube. He could not return to his original position.

Dye Mo scoffed. It turned out that Mu was always so idle that he was playing Rubik’s Cube in his study.

It seems that we have encountered a difficult problem.

Can dye Mo this little white rabbit where will know, in front of her is a very good disguise fox, this kind of children play Rubik’s Cube, for MuYanZe, it is a piece of cake.

“Gee, your IQ is not at all comparable to that of admiring your father.”

I thought this fellow was so smart that he could not play Rubik’s Cube.

It’s Ran Mo’s turn to show her skill. It’s not her narcissism. Rubik’s Cube. She has also solved it several times.

Looking at the little woman coming towards him, Mu Yanze’s eyes flashed a bit of cunning and the little white rabbit took the bait.

The man pretended to be frivolous and asked：

“Oh, you will?”

“Nonsense.”

“Then you come.”

Dye Mo just want to pick up the Rubik’s Cube, think of what, scoff：

“If I untie it, you will give me back your cell phone.”

We have to talk about a condition.

“If you can untie it in half a minute, I will give it to you.”

Half a minute… dye menu nuzui, regardless of the first try.

“Good.”

“But what if it can’t be solved in half a minute?”

“If you can’t solve it, you can’t solve it.”

Maybe, what else does he want?

“If you can’t untie it, punish you and kiss me.”

The last two words, the sound of the word just fell, dye silent body fell, the man stopped her waist and fell into his arms.

Sitting down on his leg, his body was attached to the man’s arms, and the woman’s eyes trembled. Mu Yanze put the Rubik’s Cube in her hand.