Mr. President, don't be cute!

Chapter 225 She's My Wife, I'm Her Husband, The Two of Us Naturally Sleep Together
Hearing this, Ye Mu'an curled his lips into a smile, yes, this is Mo Xi, he did what he said.

He obediently asked her to wipe his face, and Mo Xi even brought water for washing his feet, but Ye Muan couldn't bear to let her wash his feet, so he took the initiative to wash his own.

Mo Xi sat on the side and looked at Ye Muan's face, feeling more and more satisfied. In fact, she did not lose money, Ye Muan is so handsome.

Sensing that Mo Xi was looking at him, Ye Muan couldn't help laughing: "Wash together?"

"Well……"

Mo Xi looked at his big feet, thought for a while, and then washed them together.

Looking at her tiny feet, Mo Xi smiled: "My feet are so small, so pretty."

Hearing this, Ye Muan pulled his lips, his eyes were full of smiles: "Where's your face?"

"Ang? Face, it's gone, why do you need a face, you have to wash it, you said, right? Hehehe..."

Mo Xi stepped on Ye Muan's feet, playing with him while laughing.

Ye Muan, on the other hand, kept looking at her dotingly.

The situation between the two of them was like an old couple who had lived together for a long time, but they didn't notice it, nor did they think deeply about it.

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When Mo Xi woke up, she was in Ye Muan's room, but she was used to it, turned over and hugged the big bear and continued to sleep, but, why is the big bear still warm?

and many more……

This is not her room...

Suddenly, Mo Xi raised her eyes and bumped into Ye Muan's chin, both of them groaned.

"Ow..."

She clutched her head, it hurt so much...

Ye Mu'an woke her up, saw her covering her head, and quickly got up and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Your jaw is so hard, I hit my head, it hurts..."

Ye Muan: "..."

The victim appears to be him...

But it was she who was hit, and she was the one who hurt...

Ye Muan took her little hand away: "Let me rub it for you."

"Well, good."

When Mo Xi woke up today, he didn't feel angry about getting up, but looked very well-behaved.

The eyes of the two met inadvertently, and Mo Xi couldn't help smiling at him.

Ye Muan found it funny after so many times, "What are you laughing at?"

Why do you laugh when you see him?

Is there anything funny?
The doubt flashed across Ye Muan's eyes, and he couldn't understand it.

Mo Xi shook his head fiercely, like a rattle: "Well, I don't know, I just want to laugh when I see you."

Ye Muan: "..."

He frowned slightly. Could it be that he looks like a clown?
To be able to make Mo Xi laugh anytime, anywhere?

But he was also very satisfied to make her laugh.

The doorbell rang, and just as Mo Xi turned his head, he heard Ye Muan's voice: "I'll open the door, you clean up."

"Well, well..."

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The door opened, and Mo Sheng greeted him cheerfully: "Good morning, brother."

Ye Muan raised his eyebrows, this guy came here early in the morning?
"Where's my sister? It can't be...you haven't woken up yet?"

Mo Sheng's gaze was like a machine gun, scanning the entire room, but he found nothing at all...

Ye Muan said casually: "I just woke up and I'm tidying up."

Hearing this, Mo Sheng moved closer to him and whispered, "Brother, do you sleep with my sister?"

Hearing his words, Ye Muan glanced at him, raised his chin slightly, and resembled Mo Xiaoxi when he was arrogant: "She is my wife, and I am her husband, and the two of us naturally sleep together. "

His expression seemed to be saying, how could they not sleep together?
(End of this chapter)