Peerless Concubine: Ghost King, this palace wants to rob

Chapter 790 (Extra Story) Making things difficult

When Murong Yao woke her up, Zhou Ling saw a little red book in her hand, and she opened it in a daze.

In the photo of the marriage certificate, she was sleeping on Murong Yao's shoulder.

Does this work?
……

After leaving the Civil Affairs Bureau, Zhou Ling followed Murong Yao slowly. She could tell that the man's complexion was not particularly good, but the worse he was, the happier she was.

This is really seriously ill.

"Where are you going?" Zhou Ling leaned on the big pillar at the gate of the Civil Affairs Bureau.

Murong Yao paused, looked back, with a cold look in his eyes, "Go home."

Just like that, Zhou Ling was carried by her to his home.

"From now on, you will live here, and you are not allowed to go anywhere." Murong Yao pointed to the gate of his villa and said in a low voice.

Zhou Ling raised his eyebrows, "Aren't you here?"

"I need to be here? Isn't that what you want to register? I'll give you the house, so don't dangle in front of my eyes from now on."

After Murong Yao finished speaking, he was about to get in the car and leave, but Zhou Ling blocked the door that was about to close with his foot. Murong Yao pulled the door quickly with his eyes and hands, which saved Zhou Ling's foot from being broken.

"Are you sick?" Murong Yao's eyes showed anger.

"What I want is marriage, and what I want is you! What's the matter if you leave?" Zhou Ling smiled sweetly, showing a faint coldness.

"Of course, I can't stop you from leaving if you insist, but Wei Shoucheng..."

Zhou Ling leaned against the pillar and caressed her nails slowly, until he saw Murong Yao striding past her, mixed with a gust of cold wind, the corners of Zhou Ling's mouth slightly curled up.

Murong Yao's villa is very quiet, it is an independent residence, there is no one around except a supermarket.

Zhou Ling was tired all day and did not find fault, but went around the room, "Where do I live?"

Murong Yao sat on the sofa and smoked, "As you like."

"Your villa has never been lived in by other women, has it?" Zhou Ling looked at a painting on the wall and smiled.

"You think everyone is as casual as you?"

After Murong Yao finished speaking, he put out the cigarette butt and strode upstairs.

Zhou Ling shrugged indifferently, and chose to ignore his words directly.

After choosing a guest room, Zhou Ling lay down on the bed without any transition period, and fell asleep with his eyes closed.

……

When I woke up early in the morning, it was already ten o'clock. Zhou Ling had the habit of running every day, but he had already overslept.

Opening the door and going downstairs, Murong Yao was already sitting at the dining table having breakfast, from visual inspection, there was no preparation for her.

Zhou Ling walked down slowly, sat directly opposite him, reached out and took the sandwich ham from the plate, "It's naughty not to be your wife's share!"

"..."

There was a raging fire in Murong Yao's eyes, wishing to burn Zhou Ling to death.

Naughty?

He is naughty?
Zhou Ling was born in the army, so she ate very quickly, she finished a sandwich in a few mouthfuls, took the hot milk in front of Murong Yao and drank it down in one gulp.

"Buy me a pair of slippers today, and I'll bring all my things back." Zhou Ling spoke in a very natural tone, as if she had long been the hostess here.

Murong Yao became angrier when he saw how comfortable she was, "I don't have long hands?"

"By the way, I forgot to tell you that I have a cleanliness habit. I wipe the things at home every day. I can't trust others, so I will trouble my wife to clean the house."

Murong Yao bit his wife very hard.

(End of this chapter)