The Wife Is Like Fire: the President of Hidden Marriage Is Sultry!

However, Mu Wanqing was ridden with sleepers.

It was late at night, and the moonlight was like a hazy mist woven from silver gauze, spreading among the willow shoots, dipping slightly through the window ribs, and laying on the soft bed.

The girl was tired and fell asleep gradually.

Sniffing the familiar mint fragrance in the bed, Mu Wanqing slept extremely sweetly, as if he forgot to wait for someone...

"Click—"

The bedroom door was suddenly opened.

Ye Yuchen frowned slightly, wondering why his bedroom was brightly lit, and saw the bedding slightly bulging.

"Qingqin?" He whispered softly.

Hearing no response, he raised his hand and gently turned off the light.

Ye Yuchen walked to the bed lightly, looking down to see that Mu Wanqing was actually nestled in his bed, and couldn't help but gently curl his lips.

Slender fingers, unbutton the shirt.

With a very crisp, slight noise, he pulled his belt away, and after changing his robe, he went to bed cautiously.

"Well……"

Mu Wanqing noticed that the bed beside her seemed to be collapsed, she snorted, and then turned over to wrap around the man.

The lotus arm was resting on his chest, the legs were also cocked, and he hooked up the man's nightgown, got in half and half, and rubbed his long legs.

"Qinqin, go to bed honestly."

Ye Yuchen's eyes sank, and he warned in a low voice.

But Mu Wanqing fell asleep very deeply, did not hear what the man said, but arched him affectionately.

Ye Yuchen: "..."

He stared at the person beside him with scorching eyes and sighed deeply after seeing her asleep.

Forget it, go to sleep.

With a long arm, he wrapped Mu Wanqing in his arms, hugged her affectionately, and gradually fell asleep.

...

The next day.

When Mu Wanqing woke up, there was no one beside the bed.

She opened her eyes in a daze and rubbed her sleepy eyes, which made her aware that the surrounding environment was a little strange.

"Little angel, wake up! The sun is basking!"

Mu Wanqing suddenly remembered that he was in Ye Yuchen's bedroom.

She was obviously waiting for him last night, but fell asleep accidentally, "Little angel, did something happen last night?"

little angel:"……"

He hates that iron is not a steel track, "You sleep like a dead pig, what do you think can happen?"

"You are a dead pig." Mu Wanqing disgusted, "Whether I am a pig or not, at least I am alive."

It's like a little angel, now that he doesn't have any energy, he will say a few messy things, which is no different from a dead pig.

little angel:"……"

It is totally irrefutable.

"So nothing really happened last night?" Mu Wanqing asked the little angel again.

"You don't want me to make trouble, so I pretended to be dead, I didn't see anything, and heard nothing." The little angel replied.

Mu Wanqing: "..."

Okay, whether it's true or not.

Anyway, this power-breaking space is just a little spicy chicken, and it is not as magical as in practice novels, so it can occasionally help her pretend to be a face.

The key point is that she still doesn't like to pretend.

"Where you are still cool, just go wherever you go." Mu Wanqing waved his hand, very disgusted.

The little angel expressed his desire to cry without tears.

At this moment, Mu Wanqing's cell phone rang suddenly. To be precise, it was Qingchen's cell phone.

"My Goddess." The call was from Deng Yue.

"What's the matter?" Mu Wanqing asked casually, sitting on the bed cross-legged, "My friend's music accompaniment is ready, come to me to ask for credit?"

The girl's voice is charming and lazy, not at all like the casual and presumptuous that she had just been fighting with the little angel, but added a bit of femininity, and her voice alone can make countless fans.