After getting married, she is tender and soft

Chapter 81 Angry
Jiang Mu went to bed very late.

When I woke up again, the sky was bright, the room was empty, and the bed beside me was cold.

Her eyes closed and opened again, her body was limp and weak, and she lay motionless under the blanket.

There is a variety show to be recorded today.

Looking at the time, well, the person should already be downstairs.

Jiang Mu got up slowly, and the benefit of squeezing toothpaste was gone.

Wiping off the water droplets on her face, she inadvertently saw herself in the mirror, with the glaring hickey marks on her neck bruised and purple.

Jiang Mu recalled the details of the previous night, um, was it on purpose?

After changing clothes and going downstairs, the camera is too conspicuous, and the visual lens is everywhere.

The breakfast on the dining table was too exquisite. She tasted it and was sure it was bought.

Jiang Mu was suddenly angry and funny, and the angry look was so cute.

Silently getting emotional from small details.

But what about others?

Jiang Mu put down the toast, got up and searched in the room.

His slippers are on the shoe rack.

Follow up with the filming director and raise a word card behind the camera to remind.

People are not here, go to the company.

Jiang Mu suddenly lost his appetite.

Xiao Junheng left her alone at home to record the post-marriage routine, and the revenge came so quickly.

It is easy to be awkward and cold in the camera alone. Jiang Mu found an easel and a drawing board, and prepared to paint to pass the time.

She wants to draw a sketch for each of the main creators of "Marriage First, Love Later",
The recording of the program has come to an end, and the classic gift exchange link is indispensable, so it should be prepared in advance.

When Xiao Junheng came back, the room was quiet.

She sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, the breeze blew up the corner of the window screen, lifted the hair on the side of her face, and caught a glimpse of the amazing facial features.

He looked at her side face, subconsciously wanted to get closer, but suddenly thought of something, he stopped on the spot as if rooted, and his expression turned cold.

Jiang Mu turned around when he heard the movement.

She smiled: "You are back."

Xiao Junheng stepped forward.

There was a stack of sketches on the small table, and he picked them up to look carefully. He Peidong and his wife, the two teachers, and the quarrelsome starlet were also there.

The director and producer, and even the young director who followed the film are among them.

"What about mine?"

Xiao Junheng asked aloud after reading it.

"Do you like my paintings?" Jiang Mu stopped writing, tilted his head and observed his facial features carefully: "You haven't painted yet."

"The important ones stay last."

Her understated explanation turned into a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Xiao Junheng put down the painting, leaned over to her eyes, and blatantly kissed her.

He didn't think about how true or false what she said, as long as she told him he would believe it.

He asked, "What do you want for lunch?"

She pursed her lips to reminisce, and turned the pencil with her white fingers, leaving a happy afterimage.

Jiang Mu: "Are you going to do it?"

Xiao Junheng: "If you want to eat, I will do it."

It was as if he had been connected to Ren Du's second channel, and he opened his mouth with delicious love words, turning a blind eye to the redundant people in the hall.

With his back to the camera, the gloom in his eyes flashed, but he still cared.

Jiang Mu had a panoramic view of his expression: "It's okay if I don't eat."

He reached out to hold her in his arms, moved the camera closer, zoomed in and zoomed in again.

The foreheads were touching, as affectionate as if they were in love, his hot breath sprayed on her face, and his voice was gentle.

"Hey, play by yourself, I'll cook."

Jiang Mu was stunned for a moment, something was out of control.

Overnight, the relationship between the two was reversed, Xiao Junheng turned passive into active, taking the dominant position invisible.

She quietly watched him busy in the kitchen, whether Xiao Junheng was going to give up love and enjoy the present, or was he intending to make a fishing system to lure her into the bait.

Jiang Mu just had to wait.

(End of this chapter)