husband and wife marriage

The night is getting deeper, spring thunder is blowing, and spring rain is drifting finely. In the luxury residential area in the south of the city, in the master bedroom on the second floor of a beautiful French-style villa, a beautiful woman is lying on the bed and sleeping peacefully, her breathing is gentle and beautiful. Her face was quiet and peaceful, and her thick eyelashes hung long over her eyelids, like two black butterflies resting on her face.

The woman seemed to have had a bad dream, her originally stretched eyebrows suddenly frowned, and her originally closed eyes opened. She stretched out her hand and pressed the bedside lamp, and the originally dark room lit up.

The woman who just woke up from her sleep sat up from the semi-circular luxury bed, wearing thin pajamas, not even slippers, and ran to the balcony.

It was raining in spring outside, and it was intertwined evilly on the streetlights in the passage outside the villa. A Lamborghini was parked under the streetlights. The windows of the car were rolled down, and there was a man sitting in the driver's seat in a daze.

"Yu Jing?"

Xiao Wumeng's thick willow eyebrows frowned slightly, she looked down at her watch in surprise, it was already two o'clock in the morning...

She was a little excited, but also a little confused!

Yujing always has a plan in doing things. If you come to her, you usually come at a regular time, and you never come at such a late time...

But no matter what, she was so happy when he came!

Xiao Wumeng quickly ran into the room, opened the closet, picked out a newly bought beige knitted dress, went to the dressing table to tidy up her hair, and put on a simple but delicate makeup.

All of this was done in a very short time, and then she found a dark blue coat to put on, and ran downstairs wearing slippers.

The spring rain is still falling, pattering, and intertwined into a fine gauze under the lights of the car. Song Yujing is sitting in the driver's seat, his amber eyes are so blurred that he can't find the focus at all, and it's hard to see what he's thinking .

He just leaned on the seat like this, letting the spring rain float in from the car window, fall between his sleeves, and soak his sleeves.No one knows how long ago he came here, and no one knows how long he will sit here... until a beautiful woman appears...

Xiao Wumeng was wearing a royal blue coat, holding a red umbrella, opened the door of the villa, and walked towards this side. When he finally noticed her, she raised her lips and smiled at him very tenderly:

"I couldn't sleep because I couldn't sleep. I went to the balcony to breathe. I happened to see your car parked here so I came down to have a look. Yujing, are you passing by?"

She looked at him with a very gentle voice, she didn't tell Song Yujing that she woke up suddenly because of dreaming about him, and she didn't ask him why he came here so late.

Song Yujing didn't answer, so she continued to laugh and looked at him tenderly:

"If you're not in a hurry, come up and sit for a while, just to accompany me, an insomniac."

After she finished speaking, she looked at him with a smile and didn't say anything else, as if she just mentioned such a sentence very casually.

"Ah."

Finally, he nodded, opened the car door, and walked under her umbrella.

The spring rain was pattering continuously. In the romantic French-style villa, the man sat quietly in front of the window, silent, his eyes fell into the distance, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Behind him, a beautiful woman seemed to have just walked out of another room. She stood motionless and looked at him, her blue eyes burning brightly.

Whenever he turned his back to her, the eyes she looked at him would become extremely hot, and when he turned his head, her eyes would become light, light and calm, as if a person on a sunny day The sea is generally calm during the day.

They were very close when they first came to hold the umbrella for him, and she knew that he had been drinking, and he drank a lot.

He actually...drunk driving...

Xiao Wumeng looked at Song Yujing very worriedly:

He is so abnormal today, what happened?

She was so worried and wanted to know so much, but she wouldn't open her mouth to ask, she knew him, if he wanted to let her know, she didn't need to ask; and if he didn't want to say, she wouldn't ask.

"Yu Jing, this is anti-allergic." Xiao Wumeng called him softly, and her eyes immediately calmed down.

"Hmm." He nodded.

Xiao Wumeng took the capsule and walked over, put boiling water beside him, and whispered:

"Be careful of the heat."

"Thank you." He took the capsule she handed over and drank it with water.

"You're welcome."

She smiled softly and brightly, and sat down beside him, watching the drizzle outside the window together.

The spring rain sometimes slides down in a straight line and sometimes drifts with the wind, leaving shadows like smoke, mist, yarn, and silk. The splashing rain flowers seem to be beating notes on Qin Hyun, playing a beautiful melody.

There is a pot of lilac fairy on the window sill, which is in full bloom at this time. The white petals surround the yellow stamens. into a small drop.

The two of them sat quietly, their eyes blurred in unison, until a gust of wind blew, and Xiao Wumeng couldn't help leaning against Song Yujing.

"Is it cold?" Song Yujing realized when she leaned against her lightly, turned his head, and asked softly.

"A little bit." Xiao Wumeng smiled lightly.

"Go back to your room." His voice was soft, his eyes blurred day by day.

Xiao Wumeng frowned, she didn't leave, but stretched out her arms to hug him, and nestled into his arms:

"Yujing, are you in a bad mood today?"

Xiao Wumeng never asked Song Yujing such questions, but she couldn't help it today because he was so abnormal today.

Her answer was still silence.

Xiao Wumeng sighed, he is always like this...

But what can she do?

She leaned over, sat on his lap, raised her head and kissed him cautiously, bit by bit, earnestly, she hugged him tightly, her whole body was enchantingly rubbing against him, breathing like blue , but he didn't seem to have any reaction, except that when she approached his lips, he would subconsciously avoid her.

"Dancing dream, do you have wine? I want to drink."

When she was kissing him ecstatically, he asked suddenly.

Xiao Wumeng was stunned for a moment, her heart seemed to be twitched by something, but she still had a faint smile on her face, she left his body, stood up, and said softly:

"Yes, what would you like to drink?"

"Whatever." Song Yujing said, "As long as it's brewed by you."

"it is good."

She responded gently, turned her head with a smile, and walked downstairs. When she walked, her steps were not hurried or slow, very elegant.

After about 5 minutes, she brought up a very delicate wine bottle, which contained a red liquid, walked to him, put it down, went to get the wine glass, and put it gently on the table, with blue eyes looked at him tenderly:

"This is my newly developed REDHEART, try it."

"Okay." He nodded.

"Shall I pour it for you, or do you pour it yourself?" She asked him with a smile.

"I'll do it myself."

Song Yujing said softly, raised the wine bottle, and poured the wine against the quilt.

The red liquid slid down the transparent glass wall bit by bit, gathered bit by bit, and the color became thicker bit by bit, until about two-thirds of the glass was poured, he put the bottle down, He lifted the cup to his mouth and drank it in one gulp.

Xiao Wumeng couldn't help frowning, watching him start to pour the second cup.

This... is too abnormal!

He likes to drink the wine she made herself, and every time he takes a sip, savors it carefully, and tastes it elegantly, what's wrong today?

Is he drinking to drown his sorrow?

But she clearly remembered that he said that drinking to drown one's sorrow is the stupidest behavior in the world...

What happened today?

Could it be related to that short man that day?

Xiao Wumeng's mind recalled the scene when she handed over the key to him that night. The key she gave him had his initials on it, as well as LOVE...

In fact, when giving the key, she knew that he would definitely only accept the key and not the key chain, but she still didn't give up, so she pretended to give it away casually.

To his surprise, he didn't just take the key, but took it together with the keychain!

God knows how excited she was at that moment!

She drove away full of joy, but on the way, she suddenly remembered something that she forgot to say, so she drove back. These days, Xiao Wumeng has been thinking, how good it would be if she didn't drive back that day...

Some things are obviously false, but if you can always be kept in the dark, you are also happy!At least it's better than the pain of being torn apart on the spot...

Xiao Wumeng has always had this picture in her mind these days:

Under the street lamp, Song Yujing's tall and straight figure stood motionless, his eyes fixed in front of him.

A short man was talking to a tall man in front of him.

At that moment, Xiao Wumeng was sensitive to discover that Song Yujing looked at the short man with very angry eyes, as if he was going to rush up and strangle him to death.

That look is scary!

But Xiao Wumeng knew that if Song Yujing could look at her like this when she was talking to other men in this life, she would definitely feel that she was the happiest woman in the world!