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Chapter 2404 Sweet Marriage Chapter 965 Didn't you see that my husband raised one?His is mine.

On average, every 5 minutes, I would have an urge to strangle him, and then forcefully suppress it, and continue to resign myself to his fate...

Want to cry but have no tears, after accidentally going to bed, the woman is the one who suffers?

……

At three o'clock in the morning, I was soundly asleep when I was woken up by a phone call.

Getting up in a daze, she rummaged through the book that the man specified, opened it, and read it to him while yawning.

It wasn't until the sound of the man's even breathing came from the phone that she carefully closed the book, hung up the phone, lay down, and silently cursed 'bitch'.

……

Sleep until 11 noon.

He still went downstairs with two dark circles under his eyes.

The doctor was examining Bei Mosheng's leg. The man looked up, startled, and hurriedly reminded: "Be careful——"

In the next moment, Deng Meng, who thought he had reached the last step, rolled down the stairs in a very mellow gesture.

I fell for a long time and didn't get up, my whole body seemed to be falling apart, and I didn't dare to move because of the pain.

Fortunately, there was a ready-made orthopedic doctor, who hurried over to carry her to the sofa, examined her carefully, and finally smiled slightly: "Young Madam, don't worry, there is no bone injury, just scratched the skin, apply some medicine That's it."

Deng Meng lay weakly on the sofa, humming wildly.

Bei Mosheng looked at her haggard appearance, and smiled slightly: "Are you tired from work? You look very bad."

"Yes, yes." She nodded indiscriminately.

Bei Mosheng then assigned the maid beside him to boil some supplements for her.

Deng Meng was listening, and felt that Bei Mosheng was actually very kind to her, but she actually put a green hat on him...

The little flame of guilt started to burn again.

……

After eating breakfast and drinking some traditional Chinese medicine, my spirit improved a little.

Today is sunny and there is no wind. In the yard, Bei Mosheng's new little Persian cat, which is less than three months old, is happily playing with a ball of string.

Unknowingly, a shadow appeared above the head.

"Like cats? How about I give you one?" The man's frivolous voice came, with a touch of pampering.

Deng Meng nodded the little Persian cat's nose, and gave him an angry look: "No, didn't you see that my husband raised one? His is mine."

The handsome man in a suit and leather shoes bent down, and looked at her with a pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes that seemed to be a smile but not a smile: "I know exactly what is going on between you and Bei Mosheng. He doesn't like you, and you don't like him either. And you all sleep in different rooms!"

Deng Meng sneered: "Yeah, who is like you, who got out with Bei Qianqian before getting married."

"When I said get out, I was thinking of you, do you believe me?"

"..."

Deng Meng felt sick for a while, and frowned and glared at him: "He Teng, if you don't come for a day, I will feel sick if I feel sick, right?"

This man's skin is as thick as a city wall.

It's already this time, and he still doesn't give up on looking for abuse.

"Little Meng."

He Teng suddenly put away his cynical smile, and sighed softly: "Don't be like this, you know that for so many years, you are the only one in my heart."

Such affectionate eyes, such tender and tender tone, said such words of application without regret.

If you don't know him too well, I'm afraid you will really drown in this gentle trap.

(End of this chapter)