she fell from the galaxy

In the distance, Mo Sihan's gloomy face was frighteningly dark, and his eyes were cold wherever he went, giving people an inexplicable invisible pressure.

Seeing the young master's return, the servants were so nervous that they didn't even dare to take a breath.

Recently, Mo Sihan's temper has become very violent.

The servants are walking on eggshells, as if they will be scolded no matter what they do.

You will be scolded for cleaning up the children's room, you will be scolded for cooking unsuitable meals, and you may be scolded for speaking loudly.

In their eyes, Mo Sihan became an out-and-out tyrant, and several servants couldn't bear it and quit their jobs.

"Look, isn't that young mistress?" The servants were both surprised and happy, showing long-lost smiles, "Young mistress, you are finally back."

The servants warmly welcomed Zhu Wuyou back home, as if they would be liberated when she came back.

Behind him, a cold voice sounded: "It's so noisy, please be quiet!"

There was an instant silence in the room.

It wasn't until Mo Sihan's figure disappeared that everyone was relieved.

Zhu Wuyou's body has just been drenched in the rain, and his whole body is wet.

The servants came over to show their hospitality one after another: "Young Mistress, why are your clothes wet?"

"Young Mistress, you go upstairs to take a shower and change your clothes, and then come down to drink ginger soup later."

"Young Mistress, it's great to have you back!"

Although it is a few words, I can also feel that the atmosphere at home is very bad recently.

"Don't bother." Zhu Wuyou forced a smile, turned around and went upstairs.

After Zhu Wuyou left, the excitement in the servants' eyes hadn't passed.

"It's great that young mistress is back!"

"Who said it wasn't? I originally planned to resign, but now it seems unnecessary."

……

Zhu Wuyou went directly to the child's room to take a shower.

Who knows when the door opens—

Zhu Wuyou couldn't help being startled.

Mo Sihan had just stripped off his clothes, and he didn't have a strand of hair on his body.

Zhu Wuyou reacted, and hurriedly turned his gaze away, with a slightly embarrassed expression: "I didn't know you were washing here."

Mo Sihan remained calm, calmly took a gray bath towel and wrapped it around his waistline, blocking the important parts.

"I'll go to the next room to wash." Zhu Wuyou spoke in a calm voice, but only she knew that she was actually not that calm.

Mo Sihan's face was gloomy, and the man's icy voice said, "Zhu Wuyou, I only give you 10 minutes, take a shower and come talk to me."

Zhu Wuyou shivered and quickly fled the room.

Mo Sihan withdrew his gaze, showing his well-defined muscle lines, and walked slowly into the shower room.

Next room.

With a limited time of 10 minutes, Zhu Wuyou took only 10 minutes to take a shower and came out.

In the mirror, her eye circles were a little red, as if she had been wronged.

The current Mo Sihan looks at her with indifference, blame, and disdain, and speaks to her in a very bad tone, Zhu Wuyou will inevitably think too much, and feel faintly uneasy in his heart.

Zhu Wuyou was frightened with cold water and reminded himself to cheer up.
With one minute left before the limited time, Zhu Wuyou gently opened the door and walked in.

On the bed, the exhausted Mo Sihan unexpectedly fell asleep with his head tilted.

During the recent period, Mo Sihan didn't sleep all the time, and occasionally managed to sleep for a few hours. It seemed that he was really exhausted.

Against the backdrop of the dim bedside lamp, Mo Sihan's deep eyes were tightly closed, and all his usual seriousness and coldness faded away.
His facial features were softened, exuding an indescribable tenderness.

His breathing was shallow, his brows were furrowed, as if he had fallen into a terrible nightmare, and his sleep was not at all solid.

Are you afraid that you are dreaming about your child again?
Driven by instinct, Zhu Wuyou reached out and gently stroked Mo Sihan's frown.

After a while, the gloom between Mo Sihan's brows disappeared, and his brows also relaxed.

When Zhu Wuyou realized what she was doing, even she was shocked.

She has been hinting to herself that if the bond between her and him is broken, there will be no intersection.

But now it seems that is not the case.

From the conversation between the two just now, it can be seen that Mo Sihan will never let go of Zhu Wuyou's hand easily.

What about her?Could she really be unfeeling to him by herself?

Along the way, it was full of thorns, but he and she seemed to be entangled with thousands of threads in the dark, constantly pulling and messing up, tightly intertwined.

The room was so quiet that even the sound of embroidery needles falling on the ground could be heard, Zhu Wuyou sat beside the bed in a daze.

Zhu Wuyou looked around the room, everything was still familiar, but the owner of the room was gone.

Closing her eyes, Zhu Wuyou felt that the air in this room was painful, and she didn't want to stay for even a second.

Suddenly, a man's slender and powerful hand clasped her wrist, as if seeking some kind of comfort.

"Don't leave me! Don't leave me!"

Mo Sihan's mouth was raving in his sleep.

Seeing that thin and haggard face, Zhu Wuyou couldn't bear it, and gave up the idea of ​​going out.

Gradually, physical fatigue followed, and Zhu Wuyou's eyelids became heavier and heavier, so heavy that she could no longer open them.

Zhu Wuyou tilted his head, found a comfortable position, and fell asleep.

*
Two hours later, Mo Sihan suddenly opened his eyes, and next to Chi Chi was Zhu Wuyou's sleeping face.

Mo Sihan looked at her intently, as if exploring something, with a cool dark light in his eyes.

She has lost weight, and although her face is plain, it is still pretty.

Mo Sihan deliberately got a little closer to her, his deep eyes seemed to see through her.

A deserter, a shameful deserter, if a person like her is to go to the battlefield, he should be shot.

"Hmph!" Mo Sihan snorted unconsciously, with inexplicable anger and disdain.

Zhu Wuyou was a light sleeper, but when he heard the sound, he instinctively opened his eyes.

Their eyes meet, Zhu Wuyou's heart palpitates, and he subconsciously moves away a little.

But Mo Sihan didn't allow her to retreat, he put his slender fingers on her shoulders, and pressed her lightly to stop her from moving. The place he touched felt hot and numb.

Zhu Wuyou took advantage of the situation and raised her head, the blended breath of the two of them was very close to her in the air, and the breath was full of the clear smell of a man.

The pressure was getting closer and closer to her, and the warm and moist breath spread on the base of her ears, causing an instinctive shiver.

Immediately afterwards, a deep male voice came: "Zhu Wuyou, have you slept well recently?"

"You know what to ask." The woman's cold voice sounded.

Mo Sihan's eyes suddenly darkened, and the indifference in his eyes was as cold as ice, like a ferocious beast whose territory had been violated.

The man held her tightly with his big palm with sharp bones, and said in a hoarse voice: "Zhu Wuyou, how does it feel to be a deserter? Will your heart ache if you can't see your child for the last time?"

"What do you think?" Zhu Wuyou turned his head sideways and turned to him.

"I don't think so."

The light hit his calm and dark eyes, and she clearly felt the anger in his body.

Forget it, what he says is what it is.

Zhu Wuyou closed her eyes subconsciously, not wanting to argue with him too much.

Perhaps her beautiful eyelashes were too similar to Xiao Qingtuan's, which inexplicably aroused Mo Sihan's anger.

With the sudden death of the child and frequent insomnia, Mo Sihan's mood is very unstable now, losing control only for a moment.

In the next second, Mo Sihan turned on his back, ripped off Zhu Wuyou's clothes, and pressed his cold and sharp jaw against her forehead.

Zhu Wuyou's face turned pale, and the panic in his eyes was clearly visible.

Mo Sihan panted heavily, and his voice was icy and cold: "Zhu Wuyou, without my permission, you can't escape. If a child is gone, you can give me another one."

Zhu Wuyou felt the danger, and his voice was as soft as a mosquito: "Didn't you say you wanted to talk to me? Let's have a good talk, shall we?"

The woman's clear and clean eyes were like a frightened little animal, her hands were firmly held by the other party, and she couldn't break free.

"Are you talking on the bed?" Mo Sihan's face darkened, without even thinking about it, he could tell how disgusted and impatient his eyes were.

The bodies of the two were close to each other, and Zhu Wuyou could clearly feel the heat of his body...

There was a magic voice that could attack people's heart: "With that spare time, Mrs. Mo might as well think about what her duty is?"

Even after recovering from a serious illness, Mo Sihan's needs are still very strong.

Anyway, what he does is justified and justified.

The scent of a woman's body lingered, and Mo Sihan buried his head in gnawing on her sexy collarbone, like a wolf that had been hungry for days.

The house remembered the sound of the wind, and it lasted for a long time...

*
The next day.

Sunlight swept over from the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the floor of the bedroom was mottled.

On the bed, the thin summer quilt slid down to the man's waist, the muscle texture looming, revealing the smooth and sexy lines of the man.

Mo Sihan lazily opened his star eyes, and glanced to the side. The place was empty, which seemed a bit ironic.

Mo Sihan's pupils narrowed fiercely, and he put on a silk nightgown and went downstairs.

"Master, morning!"

Mo Sihan's sharp eyes quickly scanned the living room, and he said in a displeased voice, "Where is Young Mistress?"

Shocked by Mo Sihan's anger, the servant said tremblingly: "Young Master, Young Mistress has gone out."

Mo Sihan was furious, he gritted his teeth and said, "It seems that I should really handcuff her with a pair of handcuffs."

The servant was startled, and said in a low voice, "Master, Young Mistress made yam porridge for you before going out."

Mo Sihan was stunned for a moment, the anger in his body quickly cooled down, and he responded dryly: "Got it."

At the door, Yan Qing walked in from the outside: "Mr. Mo, good morning."

"Do you know where Young Mistress went early in the morning?" Mo Sihan turned his eyes to look at him.

Yan Qing replied: "I asked the young mistress when she was out just now, and she said she was going to see her mother."

Mo Sihan cursed at him, "Then why didn't you follow? How did you do it?"

"President Mo, I sent Sanli to follow me, I will call Sanli immediately."

Mo Sihan turned around and went upstairs, and ordered, "Get the car ready, I'll come when I change."

"Okay, President Mo."

"Master, that yam porridge..."

"Pack it up, I'll eat it in the car."

"Okay, sir."

The young mistress is back, and the young master is really different.