The tea-type beauty went crazy, and the stunning male protagonist was seduced

Su Wanqing asked the servant to open the door.

At this time, Su Mo hesitated because of Su Wanqing's words. Yes, she was unwilling to die like this. How could she be willing?

Su Wanqing suddenly walked slowly towards Su Mo, took out a bag of silver from his body, and said to Su Mo: "I am not a kind person, and you have no kindness to me.

You take this money and pay it back to me ten times after one year. If you can't do it, I will send someone to break your legs. I will do what I say! Now, you can choose to go back to your hometown with them and continue to work hard, or you can choose to find a job in the capital and be self-reliant, it's up to you. "

Su Mo trembled, took the money Su Wanqing gave her, choked and knelt down to her and said: "Second sister, I was wrong before..."

Su Wanqing did not respond to her words, but looked up at the servants and ordered: "You send them back to the poor village on a cart."

"Yes, young lady!"

Su Wanqing looked at Su Mo who was kneeling beside him, and said coldly: "You can leave, and don't make me say it a second time."

Although Su's father and Su's mother did not agree, they were still very afraid of people. The tall and sturdy servant held a wooden stick in his hand and looked at him with intimidation.

After the affairs of the Su family were settled.

Su Wanqing walked towards the door with light steps, tugged on Mu Chen's sleeves, and asked softly: "Husband, why don't you come in to talk to Mr. Yang?"

Mu Chen's face didn't seem to be very good. He put his hand lightly on the side of Su Wanqing's face and said seriously: "Madam, why don't you go into the room first? Master Yang and I still have something to talk about."

Su Wanqing's eyes paused, smiled slightly, and said, "Husband, is there anything I can't listen to?"

"Official matters involve the secrets of the DPRK and the Central Government, and it is not appropriate for Madam to listen to them."

But Mu Chen's tone was not so firm.

Su Wanqing suddenly lowered her watery eyes, her voice a little aggrieved, "But what I just heard was obviously about Mu Chen's previous murder case. My husband lied to me~..."

The more Su Wanqing spoke, the more choked up she became, with tears shining in her eyes.

Mu Chen immediately softened up and apologized helplessly: "I'm sorry, madam, I was wrong. Don't cry..."

Mr. Yang stood aside and remained silent. It was hard for him to interrupt when the young couple was like this.

However, Su Wanqing's ethereal body was about to turn around, "My husband is right, it was me who was wrong. I was ignorant and disturbed my husband and Mr. Yang..."

Mu Chen quickly grabbed Su Wanqing's sleeve and explained hurriedly: "No, madam, don't leave. What Mr. Yang and I just talked about was indeed my previous murder."

Su Wanqing curled her lips, but when she turned around, she looked pitiful and aggrieved.

Mr. Yang stood forward at this time, looked at Su Wanqing and said, "Mrs. Mu, let me tell you. Dali Temple found Li Yun at the bottom of the cliff in the forest, but she was hung on the cliff. A tree survived on a thick branch that grew out of a gap in the mountain wall.

But when she was in prison, no matter how Dali Temple tortured her, she refused to admit it. She insisted that she was not the one who killed Lord Mu before.

And after careful investigation in Dali Temple, it was found that on the night when Mr. Mu was killed, Li Yun was severely beaten by Prime Minister Li because he did not agree to marry the legitimate son of the Dadu Protector's family. He has been locked up in the woodshed. , many people can prove it, and the handwriting on the letter was probably imitated, but..."

When Mr. Yang said this, he suddenly looked at Mu Chen and said, "But Mr. Mu doesn't want to believe it."

Su Wanqing was heartbroken when she heard Master Yang's words.

She smiled faintly again, looked at Mu Chen, and asked softly: "Husband, why don't you want to believe it? But what details did you remember when he was killed to prove that Li Yun was lying?"

Mu Chen shook his head and said seriously: "Intuition, intuition tells me that the murderer is her."

"Oh," Su Wanqing looked at Mr. Yang again, bent his legs slightly and saluted, "In that case, I have to ask Mr. Yang to investigate the case carefully."

"Don't worry, Mrs. Mu, this case will be investigated clearly." Mr. Yang vowed.

Mu Chen and Su Wanqing exchanged a few words with Mr. Yang, and then Mr. Yang turned and left.

……

Later, Mu Chen went to Dali Temple in person and didn't know what he said.

Some time had passed since the investigation of the case in Dali Temple, and Master Mu had already left. Night, in the courtyard.

Su Wanqing hugged Mu Chen from behind and called softly: "Husband~"

"Ah."

Mu Shen responded warmly.

Even though they had been in close contact many times, the soft touch still made Mu Chen's body tremble.

Su Wanqing stretched her head towards his arm again and came to him.

lip.

All the way from his chest to his neck through his clothes.

The warm touch made Mu Chen's throat couldn't help but roll, the tips of her ears felt hot, and her heart jumped.

Su Wanqing raised her little face again, followed the curve of his jaw, and was about to come to his lips.

Mu Chen's breathing became heavier, and suddenly he put his hand on her lower back and lifted it up. Her toes subconsciously stood on tiptoe.

Her lips were facing Mu Chen's lips.

Mu Chen lowered his eyes and couldn't help but look at her beautiful lips. His breathing was almost like thunder.

He couldn't help but sigh and murmured softly: "Why do I always feel that my soul is being taken away by you? Madam, what should I do? Even if I die in your arms, I am willing to die in your arms. Who will let you It’s Xiaowan, I’m willing to fall for you all my life…”

There was no reason for him to say such a thing suddenly.

The words fell.

Mu Chen's lips couldn't wait to touch Su Wanqing's lips.

Su Wanqing suddenly asked softly: "Husband, after such a long time, have you remembered more about the memory of being killed?"

Mu Chen gently stroked Su Wanqing's black hair, and replied gently and seriously: "No, half of my head is blank, and the other half is full of you, madam."

The words fell.

He bent down slightly, hugged Su Wanqing tighter, and pressed his lips to hers.

He understood her with ease,

Clothes.

He placed her on the low stone table behind him again, possessed her, and continued to attach his lips to her.

Suddenly, he gasped, left her lips, and asked warmly: "Madam, are you comfortable? If not, let's go to the iron bed."

"Hmm... um~."

Su Wanqing responded in a daze, her face flushed.

Mu Chen carried her to the big iron bed in the courtyard and struggled with her all night long until daylight.

Still reluctant to leave.

……

Some time passed.

Master Yang, the minister of Dali Temple, rushed to Mu Mansion again with the final investigation results. He was still followed by some Dali Temple police officers, but this time there were more policemen than before.

At this time, Su Wanqing came to the door and was about to open the door to go out. In addition to hearing the footsteps of Master Yang and the others, she seemed to hear another familiar voice.