It's Not Too Late to Chase His Wife: Young Master Mo's Secret Favorite Sweet Wife

Lin Yang was stunned for a moment, and when he turned around, he was caught in Mo Ningxuan's arms.

"Oh, there are too many people, stop making trouble." Lin Yang struggled a little.

Mo Ningxuan didn't make things difficult for her, and let go of his hand immediately, but his expression was still gentle, and the curve of his lips outlined a soft state.

"Ok?"

"Cough." Lin Yang has never been able to adapt to overly unrestrained expressions, and almost choked on his saliva, and his face turned red when he spoke again, "Don't say these things here."

"Then where should I say it?" Mo Ningxuan pretended to be stupid, and asked relentlessly.

Lin Yang felt a little annoyed by such behavior of knowingly asking, and glared at Mo Ningxuan, "You asked knowingly, you did it on purpose."

"Oh, I was discovered." Mo Ningxuan looked surprised and looked at Lin Yang with a smile.

Such an expression made Lin Yang even more annoyed, and he turned around and wanted to leave.

"Where are you going?" Mo Ningxuan was taken aback, and pulled Lin Yang back.

"Go to see my nephew, don't pull me." Lin Yang was a little annoyed, but Mo Ningxuan still refused to let go. Lin Yang lost his temper, so he had no choice but to say: "Let's talk when we go back, shall we?"

This was originally just a tactic to delay the attack, but Lin Yang didn't know it at the time, and when he returned home at night, he realized that he had fallen into the pit that Mo Ningxuan had dug.

As soon as he entered the door, Lin Yang bent over to take off the high heels on his feet. After wearing them for a day, his heels were so painful.

Lin Yang was startled when he realized that a pair of big palms were just pressing on his waist. The skirt was only a thin layer of fabric, and the heat was immediately transmitted to his waist through his palms.

Immediately, that hand wrapped around Lin Yang's slender waist again.

Lin Yang knew that Mo Ningxuan was sticking up, and the hot breath sprayed on her neck, she felt a little unbearable.

"What are you doing?" Lin Yang wanted to refuse.

Mo Ningxuan was already prepared, with a slightly aggrieved look, "Didn't you agree to go home and continue?"

"Continue what?" Lin Yang was taken aback, unable to understand what Mo Ningxuan said.

After pinching his waist again, Mo Ningxuan said in an ambiguous voice, "Didn't you agree just now? Why are you playing tricks again?"

Now Lin Yang remembered what she said this afternoon, but what did she mean at that time, Mo Ningxuan did it on purpose.

But Mo Ningxuan took this silence as a kind of acquiescence.Instead, he pushed forward and kissed the back of Lin Yang's neck with a light smile, causing a thin layer of trembling.

"Wait." Lin Yang pressed Mo Ningxuan's restless hand, a little anxious, "Don't, Wu Ma is still here..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard Mo Ningxuan chuckle, "She told me in the afternoon that something happened at home, and she has gone home now."

what? !

Lin Yang's current mood is simply indescribable, she never expected that Mo Ningxuan would have already settled everything, and she is still foolishly trying to delay here.

Seeing Lin Yang dazed, Mo Ningxuan immediately hugged Lin Yang and put her on the bay window at the door.

It's autumn, it's not obvious during the day, it's still hot, but it's already cool in the morning and evening, and the light beige knitted cardigan draped over the shoulders has just slipped down to the elbows.

Lin Yang couldn't help shivering when his skin touched the glass.

However, Mo Ningxuan seemed to be aware of it, and leaned over to hug Lin Yang. This time, Lin Yang leaned forward with almost half of his weight leaning on Mo Ningxuan.

"You—" Lin Yang wanted to say something, but before he could say anything, Mo Ningxuan tapped his lips with his index finger.

"Shh, don't talk yet." Mo Ningxuan's lips curved slightly, as if he wanted to say something.

However, Lin Yang felt that Mo Ningxuan should have nothing good to say, and her current posture was too passive, so she frowned.

However, Mo Ningxuan gently smoothed the wrinkles between her brows, "Why are you so worried?"

"I feel like I fell into a trap." Lin Yang looked at Mo Ningxuan.

I just felt that there seemed to be two large characters on that handsome face, "liar".

But Lin Yang was just thinking about it, after all, now that people are swordsmen and I'm fish, it's better not to reveal his true thoughts so easily, especially when facing a cunning fox like Mo Ningxuan.

"I've never lied to you." Mo Ningxuan spread his hands, as if feeling innocent.

This sentence made Lin Yang have nothing to say, after all, Mo Ningxuan seemed to be true to what he said, and he never lied to himself.

Seeing that Lin Yang was speechless, Mo Ningxuan's smile became brighter, "Look, you can't find anything to refute."

"So, you should honor what you said during the day." Mo Ningxuan smiled and hugged Lin Yang again.

In fact, being hugged by Mo Ningxuan like this, Lin Yang felt that it was not very secure, and there was always an illusion that he would fall down at any time, so he subconsciously reached out and hugged Mo Ningxuan's neck tightly.

This move was really in the middle of his arms, Mo Ningxuan smiled proudly, "Why? Are you willing again now?"

He obviously hugged Lin Yang, but he didn't seem to be struggling at all.

"Go away!" Lin Yang was annoyed, "If you have the ability, let me down now and see who wants to hug you."

Mo Ningxuan only slightly raised his eyebrows when he heard the words, "Oh?"

Oh size?Lin Yang knew that Mo Ningxuan would not let him go, so he couldn't help being a little angry.

The man gently put her down on the sofa, and then covered her up.

The crystal lamp on the roof was a bit dazzling, but it was quickly blocked by Mo Ningxuan's shadow. Lin Yang looked at Mo Ningxuan's sculpture-like face and straight nose, as if he was bewitched.

Lin Yang couldn't help stretching out his hand, and caressed the bridge of Mo Ningxuan's nose.

The thin white fingers were slightly cold, Mo Ningxuan paused slightly, and suddenly laughed, "What's wrong?"

Probably because only the two of them were at home, Mo Ningxuan's voice was particularly deep, like mellow wine flowing slowly in a glass.

"Will our child have such eyes?" Lin Yang stroked Mo Ningxuan's eye sockets with his fingertips.

His eye sockets are deep, and he has three-dimensional facial features that are different from most Asians, but those black pupils endowed Mo Ningxuan with a full oriental charm.

Lin Yang remembered that in the past, there were always some low-level gossip tabloids who would truly regret that Mo Ningxuan had such a good appearance and did not enter the showbiz.

Although he was suspected of flattering the Mo Group, Lin Yang felt that this was actually very reasonable.

Hearing this sentence, the smile on Mo Ningxuan's lips deepened, "I think it's better to be like you, but don't you think it's too late to discuss this now?"

Lin Yang was slightly taken aback, and the next moment, Mo Ningxuan kissed her.

First a kiss at the end of the eyes, then slowly, from the cheek to the lips, and then a deep kiss.

It gave Lin Yang the illusion of being old.

As for what Mo Ningxuan said later, Lin Yang couldn't remember clearly.

After that, life seemed to be calm again, but Lin Yang felt that every boring and repetitive day was a rare happiness.

Until Xie Yuxin asked Lin Yang for afternoon tea on a certain weekend.

The long-calm lake surface was once again broken by a stone...