My wife is not a demon

After the car drove for a certain distance, Chen Mu lifted the window screen again and looked over, only to find that the monk was still standing there.

It was just with his back turned to him, as if talking to someone.

Chen Mu tried his best to look around, only to see a bright green dress looming around the corner.

The other party was sitting on the stone pier at the end of the bridge, shaking his slender legs.

Can't see the face.

But that figure is somewhat familiar——

Green radish?

Chapter 33 The case is first solved!

The two came to the house.

Xiao Xuan'er has already gone to school, and only the old servant is cleaning up the debris in the yard.

There are still some clothes hanging in the courtyard.

Among them was a satin apron with scallion blue and green edges, which was quite conspicuous in the morning light, and at first glance it belonged to Meng Yanqing.

Chen Mu glanced at the beautiful woman beside him.

Well, it's not small.

The latter's brows were frowning, and he didn't realize that his underwear was seen by other men.

Entering the living room, Meng Yanqing made a cup of hot tea and served it to Chen Mu.

On weekdays, Chen Mu often visited Zhang Awei's house, so there was nothing taboo about being alone.

After all, we are all acquaintances.

"Has Catcher Chen seen that girl?"

Meng Yanqing sat on the other side of the wooden table, her brows were still worried.

Chen Mu put the transcript on the table and shook his head: "I haven't seen it before, but the girls in Juchunlou are not ugly, of course they are far worse than my aunt."

Meng Yanqing blushed, and laughed at herself:

"I'm an old man, how can I compare to those young girls."

Chen Mu said seriously: "Auntie's words are too modest, who in Qingyu County doesn't know that you are one of the most beautiful women, Auntie?

How could those girls in Juchunlou be comparable to you, even the famous Xue Caiqing, she has to lose three points of her charm in front of her aunt.

Pretty as a peach in three springs, clear as a chrysanthemum in nine autumns, this sentence could not be more appropriate for my aunt. "

Hearing Chen Mu's praise, Meng Yanqing's cheeks flushed like a fever.

My body felt hot for no reason.

The majestic chest is pounding like a deer.

Casting a reproachful glance at him, Meng Yanqing put on a pretty face on purpose: "No wonder Chen Butou married such a beautiful fairy daughter-in-law, her small mouth looks like it has been smeared with honey, probably few girls can resist it. "

If I have honey on my little mouth, don't you know if you taste it?

Chen Mu said with a smile: "I've always been very honest, I don't know how to say sweet words, what to say, in my eyes, my aunt is Xi Shi."

"Xi Shi? Who is Xi Shi?" Meng Yanqing opened her beautiful eyes curiously.

Chen Mu said: "She is a rumored beauty in our hometown, she is absolutely a fairy. There is also a saying in the local area that says 'Beauty is in the eye of the beholder'."

It turned out to be the case.

Meng Yanqing nodded her head.

But then, she noticed something was wrong.

"Beauty is in the eyes of beholder……"

Meng Yanqing murmured softly.

Gradually, the woman's beautiful eyes widened, full of shame and anger intertwined, as if they were about to gush out.

"Auntie, I have to deal with official business. You can do your own work and ignore me."

Chen Mu opened the transcript and read it.

The look of frowning makes people can't bear to bother.

Meng Yanqing, who was about to reprimand Meng Lang for being rude, suddenly got stuck in her throat, and her dimple kept changing from green to red.

After staring straight for a long time, he finally chose to remain silent under pressure.

Maybe the other party is unintentional.

Meng Yanqing thought to herself.

After sitting on the chair for a while, Meng Yanqing picked up the embroidery on the table and started to work.

The atmosphere in the house was quiet.

Chen Mu, who was carefully flipping through the notes, let out a sigh of relief, and glanced at the beautiful woman out of the corner of his eye.

Seeing that the other party was holding the needle tightly and pricking the fabric fiercely one by one, as if venting some resentment, Chen Mu couldn't help feeling his scalp go numb.

Damn, she actually crossed the line in molesting.

Sure enough, when a man only needs to think with his lower body, he has nothing to do with his brain.

Be careful in the future.

Chen Mu reviewed himself, focused on the transcript in front of him, and began to read it carefully.

Time passed minute by minute.

The room was very quiet, apart from the occasional sound of Chen Mu turning the pages, there was only the slight breathing of the two of them.

Meng Yanqing was a little tired from sewing, moving her sore neck.

Looking sideways, the man across from him was working at his desk.

His expression was extremely serious.