You make money, I spend it, the rich stepmother is happy

how to prove? ? ? ? ? ?

Sheng Mumu couldn't help thinking wrong.

His watery eyes blinked, looking helpless and pitiful.

Looking at her fair and slightly reddish cheeks, Qi Mo's complexion relaxed a little, and a slight smile appeared in his Mo pupils.

The afterglow of the setting sun is gilded little by little from the floor-to-ceiling windows.

The man's exquisite and superior side face was covered with a layer of warm light, so handsome that people couldn't take their eyes off it.

The deep pupils with a hidden smile looked at her for a moment.

The beam of light was warm, and Sheng Mumu felt that his cheeks were also warmed by the light.

bang bang-

The soft part of the left chest suddenly accelerated a few times.

His heart seemed to be pinched by a pair of invisible hands, and his breathing became slow.

She was stunned.

Sheng Mumu, Sheng Mumu.

What are you doing, you are fascinated by sex, and you are tempted by men? ? ?

The man opposite is your patron father.

Even if you are tempted, it can only be filial piety.

Don't even think about anything else!

She quickly looked away, put her palm on the man's strong chest, and gave it a slight push.

The man paused slightly.

Through the thin fabric, he felt that those white and delicate hands on his chest were a little hot.

His eyes became deep and dark, and his Adam's apple rolled slightly.

Taking advantage of his slack, Sheng Mumu staggered away.

With red ears, she pulled the corners of her lips, using a smirk to hide her discomfort.

"Ahaha, Mr. Qi, you speak very humorously, don't be so humorous next time."

After speaking, he slipped out of the bedroom almost as if fleeing for his life.

It wasn't until he reached the place where the scorching sight couldn't catch, that the bottom of his heart began to boil silently.

Damn, what's going on with this guy!

Several times, looking at her eyes, as if looking at... prey.

Shouldn't you want to make a fake show for real? ? ? ? ? ?

Here's another...

It's the same thing.

……

in the bedroom.

Qi Mo slowly stood up straight, his eyes fell on the doorway where she fled in a hurry.

Closing his eyes, a muffled low laugh came from his chest.

The piece of shirt that was originally flat on the chest, the one she touched, was slightly wrinkled.

Wrinkles also appeared in the place covered by the shirt.

Like a drop of colored paint falling into a calm lake, ripples appear in circles.

Even if the ripples have flattened.

It is no longer the pool of clear water without waves.

……

After that day, there was a subtle change in the relationship between the two.

Details she hadn't noticed before.

Little by little it surfaced.

This feeling suddenly appeared one morning.

She was in a drowsy sleep.

He vaguely felt the movement of the man standing up beside him.

In the haze, he opened his eyes a crack.

In dim light.

The man stood at the end of the bed, his back was tall and straight.

He leaned over and picked up half of the quilt that had fallen on the carpet.

Cover it up again for her.

The figure of the man gradually approached, and she quickly closed her eyes.

Immediately afterwards, a gentle force was felt under the neck, and the corners of the quilt were carefully tucked in.

Her long eyelashes fluttered slightly, trying to breathe evenly, so that he wouldn't notice that she was awake.

Until the man walked into the bathroom, there was the sound of dripping water.

Then he goes to the cloakroom.

The sound of clothes hangers being flipped and collided, the sound of light buckles of belts, and the sound of pulling open watch drawers.

It was obviously a very weak voice.

But the noise made her distracted and unable to fall asleep.

Until it was confirmed that Qi Mo had gone out to the company.

She opened her eyes suddenly and sat up.

Thinking back seriously, I suddenly found out.

During Qi Mo's business trip, when she woke up in the morning, the quilt always fell on the floor.

And as long as he is at home, when he wakes up, the quilt is always on his body.

It turned out...it was because he was silently fishing for the quilt.

……

The second time I had this subtle feeling.

One day, their family went to Feng Yaoqin's house for dinner.

It was raining lightly.

It's not too big, but the rain is blown fluttering by the wind, which is very annoying.

Qi Shaobai didn't bother to open the umbrella, so he turned up the hood of his hoodie, put his hands in his pockets, and trotted ahead.

Qi Mo took the long-handled umbrella from Steward Zhang and opened it.

He moved his arm towards her, and his eyes were soft and gentle, motioning for her to wrap his arms around it.

The umbrella separated the two into a small world.

On her side, not a trace of rain can leak in.

And his shoulders were dizzy with water stains.

An expensive and delicate shirt was attached to his sleek and handsome arm.

She suddenly lost consciousness.

To the mother-in-law's house.

Feng Yaoqin is making dumplings.

Qi Shaobai knew that his help would be a disservice, so he tactfully sat on the sofa and played with his mobile phone, waiting for dinner.

Sheng Mumu tied up her long hair with a hair tie, washed her hands, and went to help in the kitchen.

Qi Mo was already inside, with his shirt cuffs rolled up a little, holding a large glass bowl filled with minced meat, stirring.

While talking to her mother-in-law, Sheng Mumu took an apron and wrapped it around her neck.

Ties at back of waist for overhand fastening.

Qi Mo followed her movements, put down the bowl in his hand, and walked behind her naturally.

Without saying a word, he directly took the two ends of the tie from her hand and fastened it leisurely.

The man's slender and well-proportioned knuckles brushed her lower back inadvertently.

At the back of the neck, you can feel the subtle breath.

Feeling the tie being tightened, his low, hoarse magnetic voice came to his ears from behind.

"It's fastened."

……

at dinner time.

Qi Mo's phone on the table turned on.

He was peeling the shrimp with both hands, looked at the phone with his eyes, and then turned to look at her.

The tone is casual and natural:

"Help me see whose information it is."

Sheng Mumu froze for a moment, slid the screen away, and clicked into WeChat.

Dialog list, style is very Qi Mo.

The format of a friend's nickname is full name + remarks.

The suffix is ​​sometimes the company name, sometimes the department.

Even Qi Shaobai and Feng Yaoqin used cold names as notes.

Only the top column is different from others.

The word "wife" is particularly conspicuous.

There is even an emoji icon of a little sun embellished.

Sheng Mumu's eyes paused slightly.

It's hard to imagine the silent and dignified man editing her WeChat nickname.

She pretended not to notice and clicked on the work group.

On the screen is the branch manager reporting the progress of the project, a series of technical terms and data, the information is very long, like a small composition.

However, Qi Mo just glanced casually, and his gaze stayed for less than three seconds.

Then he retracted his gaze and said in a deep voice:

"Okay."

After turning off the phone for him, Sheng Mumu ate absent-mindedly for the second half of the meal.

Why did Qi Mo stick to the top and her dialog box.

Obviously, most of the messages she sent him were meaningless nonsense.

Why did he ask her to turn on the phone for him, even though he obviously didn't care much about the group message just now, and even checked it in the middle of the meal.

Did he let her see it on purpose?

She's not a fool, she can't help guessing like this.

Her thoughts were filled with question marks, and Sheng Mumu quietly looked at the instigator who made her feel complicated from the corner of her eye, her eyes tightened for no reason.

At this moment, the corners of the lips of that man who had always had a cold and distant aura were curled up.

Reveals a restrained and pure pleasure.

She felt a sudden jolt in the left side of her chest.

……

He acted cautiously.

It's hard to notice if you don't look carefully.

It seems to be a temptation, and it seems to be out of nature.

It seems that she is afraid that she will know, but also afraid that she will not know.

On the fuzzy boundary line of "protocol couples", we will never cross it.

Inch and inch close, slowly figure it out.

Bit by bit, it seeped into her life.

Sheng Mumu asked herself.

If something is changing between her and Qi Mo.

There's really no solid evidence.

But if it is still the same as before.

But I have a guilty conscience.