This wealthy family is too rich for me

Is this all right?

Jiang Moyao was a little dazed, nothing had happened yet, and the clothes were all in good condition, all right?

Quiet, only He Shengchen's breathing could be heard.

Jiang Moyao opened her eyes cautiously, first saw a mobile phone, and froze immediately.

There was a photo on the screen of the mobile phone, a man and a woman in the photo, the man was lying on his side, holding a woman in his arms, the woman's eyes were closed tightly, her cheeks were flushed, and she was sleeping very soundly.

The man is He Shengchen, as for the woman...

It was herself.

"This?" Jiang Moyao was a little dazed, because she couldn't remember when she took such a photo with He Shengchen.

He Shengchen zoomed in on the photo, looked at the woman in the photo with soft eyes: "I took this picture when you fell asleep that day."

After zooming in, it became clearer, and Jiang Moyao was quite sure that it was her.

It turned out that he was eating his own vinegar?
etc!jealous?
She was taken aback by this thought. Could it be that she was jealous for so long?

"Will you believe me?"

He Shengchen's voice recalled her thoughts, Jiang Moyao covered her cheeks, a little embarrassed: "I believe it..."

This is a misunderstanding.

She raised her hand and hammered him: "It's your fault too, who told you not to tell me clearly, and made such a small photo, I have bad eyesight, so I can't see clearly at all."

Bad eyesight?

He Shengchen was a little funny, didn't expose her, and responded: "Yes, it's all my fault, I should wake you up and take pictures with you, to see if you can still think wildly."

Jiang Moyao pursed her lips, feeling guilty.

Oh, no, there is one more thing that he didn't explain to himself.

"return……"

As soon as he uttered a word, his mouth was gagged.

She could only grab his shoulder and bear it passively.

In a trance, it seems that he has come to the rushing river, and there is only such a life-saving straw that can be grasped.

It's just that she vaguely remembered what else she didn't ask.

She struggled to turn her chaotic brain, she should have remembered it, and wanted to enjoy it first.

This feeling is...not bad.

He Shengchen stroked the back of her head with one hand, opened his eyes slightly, and saw the little woman's frowning, her face seemed to be tangled, and she was a little absent-minded even when kissing.

His eyes deepened, they parted slightly, and his breathing was a little short: "What is Mrs. He thinking? You are so inattentive."

Jiang Moyao opened her misty eyes: "I..."

She was in a daze and didn't know what to say, but she felt a warm touch on her lips.

It was he who was kissing lightly, and lowered his voice, mellow and gentle: "It seems that my skills need to be improved, and I can't let Madam devote herself wholeheartedly."

Still, still improve?

Jiang Moyao swallowed, thinking in a daze, if she improves any more, she will be completely defeated.

He Shengchen's big palm gradually moved to her neckline, lingered there, and whispered in her ear: "Mrs. He, how long do I have to bear it?"

The atmosphere is just right, it would be a pity not to eat her.

His breath sprayed in his ears as he spoke, Jiang Moyao felt a numbness flowing from his earlobe into his heart, his whole body was weak and he had no strength at all.

"But I still have something to ask..."

He Shengchen took a breath: "You ask."

Jiang Moyao forced herself to wake up, bit her lip, and asked in a low voice: "Then what happened to your white moonlight?"

"White Moonlight?" He Shengchen paused slightly.

Jiang Moyao knew that there was a real person, and her body that was originally hot suddenly became cold.

"Indeed."

She bit her lip, feeling an indescribable loss in her heart.

Immediately, he felt a warm finger on his lips, and he couldn't help but let go of his tightly biting lips.

"You care very much." He Shengchen's tone was affirmative.

Jiang Moyao looked down at him and didn't speak.

Of course she cared. If it wasn't for Bai Yueguang, she wouldn't have struggled for so long, and even wanted a divorce.

He Shengchen sighed, "Why didn't you ask me?"

"Isn't that a question?" Jiang Moyao insisted, of course she knew what He Shengchen meant.

It's just that she can't ask, contract marriage, what position does she have to ask?
Her small face was full of dodge and guilty conscience, He Shengchen smiled lowly: "Idiot, you are my wife, it's normal to ask a question."

Jiang Moyao glanced at him: "Then tell me, what happened to Bai Yueguang?"

This is how you learn to draw inferences from one instance?
He Shengchen couldn't help laughing: "It's just white moonlight, who doesn't have it?"

Jiang Moyao was taken aback.

"Don't you have one?" He Shengchen looked at her with a smile in his eyes: "It doesn't matter if you have it or not, anyway, that's a thing of the past. For me, the person in front of me is the most important thing."

Jiang Moyao bit her lip, did the person in front of her mean her?
He Shengchen leaned on her shoulder, sniffed his nose, his nose was full of fragrance: "I don't care if you had it before, as long as you don't have it now."

She was at a loss for words, but he was so generous, it seemed that she was a little stingy.

Bai Yueguang... I think I have one, but it seems that since I got married, I haven't thought about that person for a long time.

But how did he know?

With that in mind, she asked.

He Shengchen was silent for a while, and said, "I understand Madam, isn't this normal?"

In fact, I still listen to what she said, but there is no need to tell her this.

Jiang Moyao stared at him for a while, then suddenly sighed: "Actually, it's all over, I haven't thought about the past for a long time."

Is the little woman assuring herself?
A smile flashed in He Shengchen's eyes: "Okay, it's over."

He didn't know who that person was, but he didn't care, because he knew that the little woman had no contact with that person for a long time.

Jiang Moyao pursed her lips: "Then don't think about the past..."

These words have two meanings, one is not to think about his white moonlight, and the other is her white moonlight.

How smart He Shengchen was, he recognized her instantly, holding her face in his hands, and earnestly promised: "Okay, I promise you, we don't ask about the past, we don't think about the past, from now on, only Madam He is in my heart."

Jiang Moyao was a little shy, but joy filled her heart.

"Satisfied now?" He Shengchen deliberately approached and asked, and sure enough, seeing her cheeks turn redder, his heart skipped a beat, and then there was the sound of a violent heartbeat.

Jiang Moyao blushed and nodded.

"Madam He, are you satisfied with my performance today?" He Shengchen asked suddenly.

Although Jiang Moyao didn't understand why she asked, she still nodded.

Everything has been explained, and all the entanglements in her heart have been dissipated, of course she is satisfied.

"Then..." He Shengchen's voice became lower and lower.

Jiang Moyao didn't hear clearly, she quietly raised her eyes to look at him, and when she raised her head, she felt blurred in front of her eyes.

"Well……"

With her lips caught, she could only whimper, but couldn't make a sound.

After Wen Nuan left, she gasped for breath, and felt a heat on her neck, and then a pain.

"pain……"

She subconsciously reached out to push, but was held by her sides.

After the hot kiss fell, she was like a small fish in the river, she could only drift with the current.

The clock ticked by, men's shirts were thrown on the ground, and then white chiffon shirts.

The clothes were thrown far away by the master. On the big bed, the tall man told the little woman all kinds of meat and vegetables, and let him taste the sweetness wantonly.

At a certain moment, she suddenly opened her eyes, her little hand subconsciously pushed the head in front of her: "Don't..."

As soon as the voice came out, she startled herself, her voice was so soft and charming.

Someone didn't look up, but the voice came indistinctly: "Good boy."

What are you doing...

Jiang Moyao was thinking in a daze, a burst of numbness spread from the place of contact to her limbs, and she didn't have any strength in pushing and pushing.

Instead, he was held by his little hand and tasted it over and over again.

The big hands gradually approached her belt. Jiang Moyao was wearing jeans today, and the belt around her waist was undone with a "snap".

Then the blue jeans were thrown on the ground, and finally got infinitely close.

Jiang Moyao seemed to be poured cold water from the top of his head, and suddenly reacted, grabbed his arm, felt the scalding temperature and couldn't help shivering.

"do not……"

He Shengchen raised his head, with glistening sweat on his forehead, bulging veins, his eyes were a little scarlet: "Yaoyao?"

Jiang Moyao swallowed, and whispered: "I...inconvenient..."

He Shengchen raised his eyebrows and narrowed his eyes: "It's inconvenient for you to tell me at this time?"

"Hmm..." Jiang Moyao bit her lip, a little bit aggrieved.

He Shengchen grabbed her hand and went down to a certain place: "Aren't you trying to kill me?"

Jiang Moyao was burned, she hurriedly withdrew her hand, and said in a panic, "I'm really inconvenient..."

He looked at her fixedly, took a deep breath, then sighed suddenly, pressed tightly on her body, and muttered: "You are really my nemesis..."

The man's body was very heavy, Jiang Moyao was a little out of breath, and said softly: "Get up quickly..."

He Shengchen had reached the point where he had no choice but to shoot, but he stopped abruptly, feeling powerless in his heart, and when he saw the white neck, he bowed his head and kissed it.

Looking up again, looking at the plum blossom-shaped imprint, I felt much more at ease.

The little girl complained aggrievedly, "You bit me!"

He couldn't help laughing, his voice was a little hoarse: "This is not biting, this is love."

She pursed her mouth: "It hurts..."

He Shengchen pinched her chin, and leaned over on purpose: "It hurts? Then I'll make it up to you."

Jiang Moyao watched him getting closer, blinked, and stepped back, only to find that the back of her head was resting on the pillow, and there was nowhere to retreat: "Stop making trouble..."

As the ending sound fell, her mouth was sealed again.

The night was still long, when the sun rose and the sky gradually brightened, Jiang Moyao woke up slowly, rubbed her eyes, and suddenly remembered what happened yesterday.

His face flushed red.

"Are you awake?" A low, laughing voice sounded beside him.

Jiang Moyao didn't dare to look at him, he hesitated and said: "I'm going to wash up."

After speaking, she lifted the quilt and saw that she had already put on her pajamas, and she knew who put it on for her without thinking...