Madam leg hurts please hug

Gong Yumo kept looking at her deeply, watching the various "crimes" she accused him of, until she was tired, and then he hugged her tightly in his arms.

Tightly, leaving no gaps.

His chest heaved violently.

Caught off guard and hugged in someone's arms, An Xiaoyue wanted to struggle.

She didn't want to be hugged by him anymore. She didn't like him at all anymore.

"Don't move." Gong Yumo buried his head on her shoulder, his voice hoarse, "You are so emotional, how can I explain it to you?"

"There's nothing to explain, I don't want to hear it anymore!" An Xiaoyue said as she was about to break free from his embrace, but her tears kept flowing.

"Don't move, Xiaoyue." Gong Yumo hugged her and whispered, "Don't move, my leg hurts."

In the next second, An Xiaoyue stopped struggling.

Gong Yumo smiled silently.

"Nothing happened between me and Tang Siyin." He hugged her tightly, resting his chin on her shoulder and said, "I promise! That lip print was just a misunderstanding."

"I'm innocent with her. I haven't messed up. I'm still yours." As if afraid that she wouldn't believe it, Gong Yumo said again, "We are husband and wife, and I won't do anything to hurt you. Please trust me."

An Xiaoyue was buried in his arms, her fingers trembling slightly, listening to his deep voice continue, "The thing about the recorder is my fault, it's my fault that I got carried away and wronged you without investigating clearly. "

"Xiao Yue, will you forgive me?" Gong Yumo asked in a low voice.

Xiaoyue, can you forgive me?

An Xiaoyue was stunned, even her breathing became lighter.

Gong Yumo is asking for her forgiveness?

That arrogant young master of the Gong family actually begged for her forgiveness.

"Let's not quarrel, okay?"

An Xiaoyue raised her head from his arms, with wet tears still hanging on her face, she asked, "Can I trust you?"

"Yes, I promise." Gong Yumo said.

"Really?" An Xiaoyue asked uncertainly.

Is it all a misunderstanding?

Did Gong Yumo really not lie to her?

Gong Yumo smiled slightly, his eyes turned red at some point, and he said softly, "If I lie to you, you will break my other leg as well."

An Xiaoyue suddenly burst out laughing, "Then your legs are broken, why don't you have me to serve you?"

"You can throw me away and let me fend for myself." Gong Yumo smiled.

An Xiaoyue suddenly laughed through tears.

She couldn't bear it.

Smiling and laughing, my heart began to feel sour again.

She curled her lips, "Why am I so easy to coax?"

Gong Yumo hugged her and smiled, "If you feel that you are at a loss, I will continue to coax you."

An Xiaoyue buried her head in his arms and said in a low voice, "Gong Yumo, I'm dizzy."

Gong Yumo said angrily, "Sneaking out to drink without me, now you know you're dizzy?"

"Will you lie to me while I'm drinking too much?"

"No, what I say will always count."

"Will you still go to Tang Siyin?"

"Xiaoyue." Gong Yumo sighed slightly, and said, "I can't say anything about Siyin and I, but now you are my wife, and I won't hide anything from you."

While speaking, An Xiaoyue leaned on Gong Yumo's body in a daze.

Gong Yumo smiled softly, then picked her up and went upstairs.

The spirit of wine was on the rise, and An Xiaoyue fell into a deep sleep.

In a daze, she felt that someone had taken off her clothes. She wanted to struggle, but she had no extra strength, so she could only mutter softly, "What are you doing?"

"I'll give you a bath." Gong Yumo skillfully took off her clothes, and then put her back in the bathtub.

Throwing away her alcohol-stained clothes in disgust, Gong Yumo's eyes fell on the person who was covered in foam at the moment.

In the misty bathroom, An Xiaoyue frowned and leaned in the bathtub, her complexion was rosy, her long eyelashes after falling asleep were like two small brushes, and her snow-white skin seemed to be broken by blows.

When her fingertips touched her smooth and tender skin, Gong Yumo's throat felt warm.

He sighed slightly, and simply scrubbed the unconscious man clean and then picked him up from the bathtub.

After putting her back on the big soft bed, he went to the bathroom to take a cold shower for himself, and then smoked a cigarette in the study to calm down for a while before going back to the room to lie down.

If she hadn't fallen asleep with the help of alcohol at this time, he really wanted to eat her up and punish her for what she did today.

The long arms passed through her white and slender neck, and pulled her into his arms.

The person in his arms breathed evenly, and when the hot and smooth skin touched, Gong Yumo closed his eyes again and took a deep breath for a moment.

That night, some people slept soundly, and some people didn't know how many times they took cold showers.

In the early morning of the next day, the body under the thin white quilt moved slightly.

An Xiaoyue opened her eyes slightly, rubbed her sore head, and found that she was lying on a warm chest.

She turned her head and saw Gong Yumo's perfect sleeping face.

The short black hair that has not been taken care of is drooping obediently in front of the forehead, lazy and handsome.The sculpted facial features are sharp and angular, tough and heroic, and with fair skin, there is a touch of elegance and handsomeness.

An Xiaoyue couldn't help admiring that when God fabricated him, he must have put [-]% of his mind into making him so perfect.

She's been so pretty since she was little.

From the first time she saw him since she was a child, An Xiaoyue knew she was done.

As a Yan dog, she finally lost to him.

The furry head moved back and forth on the chest, Gong Yumo slightly opened his sleepy eyes, glanced at the man with big eyes blinking at the crook of his arms, and said with a smile, "Are you awake?"

The voice in the morning has not yet been opened, low and hoarse with charming and sexy.

An Xiaoyue rubbed her head against his chin, "Are you sorry?"

Gong Yumo rested his chin on her head, closed his eyes slightly, and said lazily, "Lie down for a while."

She hasn't been around these two days, and he hasn't had a good night's sleep.

Now that she was finally lying beside him, it seemed a little more complete.

"But I'm hungry." An Xiaoyue stretched out a finger and poked his chest.

Gong Yumo bent the corners of his mouth, put his finger near her mouth, "I'll eat it for you."

An Xiaoyue grabbed his hand and clasped her fingers tightly, "I'm still thirsty."

Gong Yumo hugged her, sniffed the fragrance in her hair, and said with satisfaction after a few seconds, "It smells good again."

"What's delicious?" An Xiaoyue asked puzzled.

"On you." Gong Yumo smiled, "I washed you over and over ten times yesterday in order to wash off the smell of alcohol on your body."

An Xiaoyue exclaimed, "Then I've been rubbed off!"

"It's better to lose a layer of skin." Gong Yumo gently pinched the tip of her nose, "The only way to have a long memory is to lose a layer of skin."

An Xiaoyue's whole face wrinkled into a ball, and then she moved to his lips and pecked, "Good morning, husband."