My lord, your letter of divorce has been dropped

Chapter 181

Ying Yihan closed his eyes, couldn't hold back the burning flame in his heart any longer, pinched his small chin and kissed it, at first it was just tossing and rolling, but soon he couldn't be limited to the light touch, prying open the pan With a small mouth full of fragrance, he gently outlines the lips and mouth, chasing the tongue.

It was only when both of them were out of breath that they reluctantly let her go.

Hua Rumo just had a miscarriage, so she can't do anything too drastic yet.

Ying Yihan suppressed the inexplicable emotions in his heart, took off his coat, lifted the corners of the clothes and lay down, hugged the woman's slender waist like before, so that he could lean on his arms more comfortably, and his breath was full of the woman's body The fragrance that emerges is light and pleasant to smell.

"Rumo." Ying Yihan called out softly with a slight force on his arms around his waist.

"Yeah." Hua Rumo rested on her strong arm, and the sourness and dissatisfaction in her heart were driven far away in this gentle embrace.

"Rumo." Ying Yihan suddenly found himself in love with a word.

"En." Hua Rumo responded.

"It's like ink."

"……Um?"

Hua Rumo raised her eyes, met the man's affectionate eyes, her heart stopped for a moment, she lowered her eyes subconsciously, covering her blushing face, she casually pulled the quilt over her body, rubbed it, and said in a low voice . "I'm sleepy."

The moonlight outside the window is extraordinarily charming, the silvery moonlight is scattered, falling into a room of ambiguous youth, showing a bit ambiguous, a bit rippling, a bit charming.

The next day, Hua Rumo got up very early in the morning, and when she opened her eyes, she saw a man who hadn't woken up yet, his cold and charming eyes were half-closed, and there was a dark tide surging in his eyes as deep as a cold pool. Wen Wen looked at her, at a loss for a while.

Hua Rumo put away her sleepy and leisurely expression, and changed into her usual coldness. She wanted to get up and put a little force on the arm around her waist, and then pulled her into her arms again. I was a little drunk when I smelled it.

"Rumo." Ying Yihan was plunged into his arms, and the woman who was as cute as a kitten made her laugh, the corners of her beautiful lips curled into a seemingly invisible arc, her smile was very light, cold and real.

"Why do you keep calling my name? Is it because I'm getting old and my memory has deteriorated?" A sentence hit Ying Yihan's heart.

Although Ying Yihan was only in his early twenties, the woman was much younger than him, and there was a weird feeling in his heart that "an old cow eats tender grass", so he had no choice but to nod and let her speak. "yes."

He was not good at coaxing people, his rarely relaxed tone sounded very awkward, and the corners of Huarumo's mouth curled up into a smile.

Ying Yihan did not forget what Ling Qianmo said. Hua Rumo's body was already weak, and because of the miscarriage, he was even weaker. He secretly kissed his unhealthy fair cheeks, and the two of them got up. Early meal.

Due to the miscarriage incident last time, Ying Yihan was more careful with Hua Rumo, and the one who boiled the medicine was his own secret guard.Flowers are like Mohui and Lanxin, even though she lost her child and felt resentment in her heart, she never asked more questions, and Ying Yihan didn't mention it, but the two had a tacit understanding on this matter.

Dong'er walked in around the screen with the steaming concoction, and put it on the table respectfully, instantly the bitter smell filled the room.

Ying Yihan saw that there was a crack in Hua Rumo's cold face, and couldn't help feeling in his heart that it was not easy to see her showing a little tangled expression.

(End of this chapter)