After getting married, she is tender and soft

Chapter 53 Wild Interests
Xiao Junheng froze in place.

The shuddering feeling of the electric shock spread from the soles of the feet to the top of the head, and my heart was crisp.

Holding her ankle with a big hand, leaning forward, the voice was hoarse and seductive: "Hey, call me one more time."

Jiang Mu tilted his head and smiled: "No."

After she finished speaking, she lay softly on the quilt, her voice was lazy and sleepy, "I really want to sleep, I've been waiting for you until now."

He watched her quietly and closed her eyes, she was really sleepy.

The throbbing in Xiao Junheng's heart suddenly dissipated, looking at the white and tender feet in the palm of his hand, his eyes were full of tenderness, as if he had been possessed by an evil spirit.

"Go to sleep."

I'll come back early next time.

He swallowed the unspoken words, gently applied skin care products, and even started a foot massage without a teacher.

Jiang Mu slept comfortably all night.

After waking up, the whole body was lazy, and slowly moved to the other side of the bed.

The coldness woke her up.

"Wake up and have breakfast."

He seemed to have installed a radar on her body, and walked over with precision and called out.

Jiang Mu buried his face in the quilt, looking up at the man beside the bed.

what.

Waking up early in the morning and accepting a crit from a beautiful man, today's mood is blue again.

"Ok?"

"I'm sorry, the sun is drying my butt."

Xiao Junheng sat down low, and patted the middle of her waist and legs through the quilt.

Jiang Mu: "This quilt is so comfortable."

She wants to sleep longer.

Xiao Junheng's eyes flickered slightly, the quilt at home should be changed.

"hug me."

She stretched out her hand, and he bent down lovingly.

He hugged her leg with one hand, and carried her to wash like a child.

Jiang Mu's feet didn't touch the ground after breakfast until he went out, and being carried around the whole time was an addictive habit.

"You're going to spoil me like this."

On the way back, Jiang Mu spoke abruptly.

Xiao Junheng: "It's not bad enough."

She chuckled: "What's bad enough, the one that can't live without you?"

The driver's ears were tightly closed, for fear of losing his job if he heard something he shouldn't have heard.

Xiao Junheng thought about it seriously, and fixed his eyes on her smiling face, that would be really great.

Things that have been given up suddenly receive good results.

The surprise came too fast.

Ge Ping's first visit to Pegasus Bieyuan.

As an agent for these years, Ge Ping thinks he has seen the world.

The moment he came to Xiao Junheng's house, he realized that his vision was narrowed.

Ge Ping: "Mu Mu, you are really good. You just decorated the house in your favorite style as soon as you moved in."

If he read it correctly, this place is simply a refined version of her house, which is more expensive.

Jiang Mu closed his eyes and applied a mask: "You think too much."

Ge Ping sat opposite her around the coffee table, looking around enviously: "Impossible, how do you explain the painting on the wall?"

On the aisle of the stairs, there is a painting called Wild Interest.

There are wild flowers and weeds in the painting, full of unknown but extremely free plants.

There is also a picture in Jiang Mu's house, which is a prop she used when filming a certain movie.

Ge Ping helped to buy it, and it is said that there is only one on the market.

The mask slipped off, and Jiang Mu looked sideways at the wall at the stairs.

Ge Ping took a closer look: "I see, you brought the painting here to swear your sovereignty, right?"

She quietly withdrew her gaze and said nothing.

Ge Ping took her silence as an acquiescence.

She deserves to be the actress who plays Changqian's high-level executives in the palm of her hand, and her methods are extraordinary.

Her paintings are still at home.

Jiang Mu looked at the mirror in front of him, the sound of the water flow was turned off, and the skin on his washed face was delicate and tender, like the skin of a baby that could be broken by blowing bombs.

Exactly the same painting.

She passed the stairs back and forth several times, without even noticing once.

It's like subconsciously acquiescing its existence.

The picture is like this, what about the person?

　This chapter pays off the debt,
　　Debt-free and light-weight, I was finally able to sleep soundly.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)