Leng Shao's third marriage ex-wife

That's why Ji Mujue fainted, if not, then she would have given herself to him that night.

Thinking of this, Shang Zhuyi couldn't help but blush, but when she was thinking wildly, the bathroom door opened without warning.

Startled, she looked up.

Ji Mujue walked out of it, water was still dripping from his hair just out of the bath, splashing on his plump chest muscles, gradually descending along the beautiful line, the crystal water drops shone like diamonds in the sun The luster of the skin streaked across his compact six-pack abs, and finally melted into the white towel, forming a small water stain.

Shang Zhuyi couldn't help but stare dumbfounded, his golden ratio figure exuded the ultimate beauty of charm.

Ji Mujue walked in without noticing it, and the fragrance from the bath instantly rushed to her face. It seemed to be chamomile mixed with mint, but it was warm but contained a coolness, which brought her mind into a trance.

"Are you stupid?" Ji Mujue's deep and jade-like voice rang in her ears.

As soon as Shang Zhuyi came back to his senses, he felt his big hand on top of her head, rubbing her hair habitually: "Huh?"

The silky touch under his fingers made him feel dazed for a moment, and he couldn't help touching it again and again, letting the soft hair slip through his slender fingers like satin.

Is all women's hair as soft as hers?

Ji Mujue's flash of energy caused the little head under his hand to burn almost to the point of burning!

Shang Zhuyi lowered his head, pinched the corner of his clothes tightly with his tender white hands, bit his lip unconsciously, but was gently stopped by a cool finger.

"Don't bite."

Ji Mujue's slightly domineering tone rang in her ears, Shang Zhuyi raised his head in a daze, his delicate and charming little face was like a rose, and it looked even more breathtakingly beautiful under the dim light.

With a thought in his mind, Ji Mujue had already leaned down, and his cool thin lips touched hers lightly, as if a dragonfly had just touched water, and his voice was slightly hoarse: "Do you want to take a bath?"

"Ah?" Shang Zhuyi was caught off guard, and subconsciously blurted out: "Is it not so good during the day?"

daytime?

His pretty brows frowned slightly, and he immediately smiled.

What is this little girl thinking?
There was also a hint of banter in his heart, and he lowered his body even lower. He took the opportunity to put his hands on her sides: "Could it be that you want to...?"

"No...it's not...!" Hastily denying it, Shang Zhuyi realized that he had made a mistake, and he was really embarrassed.

Ji Mujue let out a low laugh, but moved closer, Shang Zhuyi immediately dodged in a hurry, stretched out his hand in a panic and pushed over, but unexpectedly just touched his exposed skin.

His tight lines became clearer under his hands, and even became hotter, she immediately blushed like a ripe peach, and when she didn't know what to do, her lips were already covered with moist softness.

"Huh...?" Yun Mou's eyes widened instantly, reflecting Ji Mujue's handsome face, her fingers tightened suddenly, and they were deeply dunked into the bed sheet.

Ji Mujue could hear her breathing clearly, and there was a layer of heat under his lower abdomen, but a cold light suddenly flashed in his mind, which made him feel as if he had been shot in the face, and his mind instantly regained clarity.

The movement of his hands stopped, he let out a light breath, and his handsome face had returned to normal.

Shang Zhuyi who was on the cloud was suddenly interrupted, he opened his eyes in confusion, and the moment he looked sideways, he saw that Ji Mujue had stood up and stood up.

"What's the matter?" She seemed to fall down instantly, the blur in her eyes was still there, and her words were full of shock and loss.

Ji Mujue slightly bent his lips, and said, "You want it?"

The straightforward question made Shang Zhuyi instantly feel shy, and quickly denied it: "No...no!"

Stretching out his fingers to scratch the tip of her nose, Ji Mujue's actions seemed to be full of love, but the deepest part of those black pupils was cold and clear, but Shang Zhuyi was busy being shy.

How can you see through the deepest emotions of the man in front of you?
When she raised her head, she saw that Ji Mujue was already fully dressed: "I still have some things to do in my company. Tonight, wait for me to come back."

"Hmm..." Shang Zhuyi blushed and nodded.

Ji Mujue came over and stroked her hair habitually, she got up obediently and sent him out the door, he smiled lightly and said, "Wait for me."

She nodded, and the driver was already waiting in front of the door. She stood in front of the door and watched the Maybach slowly move out of the yard, and then retracted her gaze.

They look like a newlywed couple.

He went to work, and she was at home waiting for his return.

Hehe, it turns out that the feeling of a dream come true is really so good.

She thought sweetly in her heart, and couldn't help but put a smile on her cherry lips. She was about to turn around and go back, but when she saw the scene behind her, her face froze.

appearance?When did she come here?

"Mom... why are you here?" Shang Zhuyi stammered.

Yan Rong squinted at her gloomyly, and said with a sneer, "You still see me as a mother? I can't afford it."

After that, he tightened the khaki shawl on his body, and the Gucci logo on it was very dazzling.

Shang Zhuyi smiled embarrassingly, and couldn't help feeling gloom in her heart, but when she thought of Ji Mujue, she felt a little guilty again.

If he is always in conflict with his appearance, will it be difficult for him to do it?
She took a deep breath, and finally calmed down. Now that she is married, she should get along well with mother-in-law and daughter-in-law.

Reluctantly cheering up to face her face, she tried her best to smile and said, "Mom, would you like a cup of coffee? I'll make it."

Yan Rong snorted coldly, turned around and went back to the room without looking at her.

Smiling helplessly, Shang Zhuyi still walked into the kitchen.

Although Yan Rong is extremely indifferent to her, she still has to do her duty as a daughter-in-law, and only in this way can she share Ji Mujue's worries.

Shang Zhuyi calmed down, went to the kitchen and carefully brewed a cup of fragrant coffee and brought it out.

From a distance, Yan Rong could be seen sitting on the sofa watching TV. She was born with a handsome face, and with proper maintenance, she still has a charming face at the age of nearly fifty.