My wife is not a demon

……

After a stick of incense, Chen Mu came out from Zhuque Hall.

holding an umbrella in his hand.

Hei Ling found the umbrella because he was afraid that the master's man would get wind and cold, lest the master come back and say why he didn't feel sorry for her husband, blah blah or something.

In short, as a subordinate, it is so helpless.

Chen Mu walked slowly on the street, his thoughts were like drizzle in the soft wind, blowing to and fro, scattered in all directions.

It can be seen that Ji Wuming has expectations for him.

This is a good thing and a bad thing.

As long as his daughter is cured, then with Ji Wuming's personality, he will completely dedicate his loyalty.

Once such a person is recovered, it is difficult to rebel.

But if he failed to treat his daughter, then there would be no trust between him and Ji Wuming, and the other party would not cooperate.

At that time, all plans will be reset.

"I hope God will bless you, and I also hope that 'things beyond the sky' will show some face."

Chen Mu murmured. "As long as I can take away the White Emperor's Holy Sword, it would be nice to have an errand runner when I go out in the future, or be a bodyguard."

Although there is a little scum girl, Yin Mingwang, beside her.

But this woman is always disobedient.

If you are in a good mood, you will follow behind as a bodyguard, if you are in a bad mood, you will run to be an assassin or hook up with other women, and you are used to being free.

But Chen Mu was not worried.

Because he believes that one day he will be able to sleep and obey this woman, and he will be submissive.

"Mr. Chen, I love tiger oil."

Turning around the street, Chen Mu was about to go back to take care of Meng Meifu, when the familiar voice wafted into his ears again, especially gentle in the drizzle.

Inside the alley.

Miss Xia is holding an oil-paper umbrella.

Ting stood pretty and lively.

Today, she is wearing a pure white dress, with a jade white fringed belt tied around her slender waist, which highlights her incomparably graceful figure to the fullest.

In the rain and mist, she is like a fragrant lilac blooming, with a bright and moving temperament.

Those exquisite tender feet were wrapped in beautiful green embroidered shoes.

Stepping in the shallow rain.

A smile unconsciously appeared on Chen Mu's handsome face, and he was about to go up to say hello, but when he saw the situation in front of him, his heart suddenly moved.

His eyes lit up.

Emotions fluctuate with the environment, and only by seizing all available environments to arouse emotions can we get twice the result with half the effort when picking up girls.

This is his consistent experience in previous lives.

So Chen Mu's eyes condensed the ultimate tenderness...

He walked over slowly, and with a warm and magnetic voice, he recited a modern poem that, although not in line with the background of the times, fit the scene very well:

"Holding an oil-paper umbrella, alone

Wandering in the long, long and lonely rain alley

I hope to meet a lilac

Sad girl

She has

The same color as lilac

Fragrance like cloves

......"

The Empress Dowager disliked those prodigal talents who used poems to cheat girls' hearts.

I think such a man is too superficial.

But now, listening to the inexplicably sad and touching sentences that obviously don't look like poetry, curiosity and sparkling light can't help overflowing from those beautiful eyes.

Is this poetry?But it's too plain.

But it sounds very emotional.

Coupled with the scene last night, her mind was in a mess, and she was unconsciously seduced by the man.

As for the chaos last night.

I will talk about it in detail later.

Rain is like poetry, umbrellas are like poetry, beauties are like poetry, men are like poetry...

This scene of coincidence and emotional rendering will undoubtedly become the most memorable scene for the two in the future, which is as warm as poetry.

The man passed by.

At that moment, Miss Xia who was emotionally ignited turned around quickly.

Then he saw the man looking at her tenderly: "Miss Xia, I love tiger oil."

The woman was stunned for a moment, then she pursed her lips and smiled, teasing deliberately: "Mr. Chen, is this composing a poem? It's too vulgar. If those talented people hear it, they will definitely scold you to death."

For some reason, her heart beat slightly faster at this moment.

Should not be ah.

Inexplicably, the scene of peeping last night emerged in my mind.

Originally, I saw half of her last night and planned to leave, but for some reason, I smelled a very strange fragrance, and my mind was dizzy.