Your wife is a bit fierce

Chapter 157 He, He, You Talk About Him

It was the first time for Lin Muxue to talk about this matter in front of people. She thought it would be a dull pain like bone erosion, but her heart was unexpectedly calm, as if she was just talking about something that had nothing to do with her.

"Then why did you make her mask?" Killing was commonplace for Qingyang Lin Xiao, so he was not shocked by Duan Yao's death method.Moreover, he was not interested in Duan Yao or Lin Yeyun, he just cared about Lin Muxue, and only wanted to know why she was so sad, and why she cried repeatedly for the old man downstairs.

"The murderer is still at large, and if the law does not sanction him, should he be allowed to continue at large?"

"What does this have to do with you?"

Lin Muxue paused and was speechless. Logically speaking, Lin Muxue and Duan Yao really have nothing to do with each other.

But if she told him that she was this woman, not only would he not believe it, but he would even think that she had a mental problem.

"Can you help me?" She stopped talking nonsense and asked directly.

"You still have a lot of things to hide from me. What kind of secret are you keeping?" After he got angry, he grabbed her shoulders with both hands, turned her face to him again, and stared at her.

"Would you believe anything I say?"

"As long as what you say is reasonable, I will believe it."

But her matter is totally unreasonable, Lin Muxue smiled bitterly: "Forget it, if you don't want to help, forget it."

That kind of squeezed anger was raging in his heart, and one day he would really be mad at her to death.

"It will take a week, and it will take a few days to make her mold." Qingyang Lin Xiao said in a dark voice, and took a picture of the wall with his mobile phone.

"Thank you, Lin Xiao." Lin Muxue looked at him sincerely.

"Say it better than do it. I don't need your thank you." His complexion was not good, and his voice was as indifferent as ever. He put his arm around her waist, put it in his arms, and bowed his head to kiss her.

Lin Muxue covered her lips with her hand: "Today I want to rest early."

Qingyang Lin Xiao's face became more and more gloomy, he let go of her, walked to the bed, and lay on the bed by himself, the pillow was filled with chaff, which was very hard, and he didn't sleep comfortably, so he used his arms Pillow your head.

Lin Muxue sighed secretly, looked at the photos hanging on the wall, took out her mobile phone, took several photos in a row, and then walked towards the bed.

The bed was leaning against the corner, Qingyang Lin Xiao slept outside, she could only climb up and jump over his body to squeeze in.

Qingyang Lin Xiao hugged her hard, and the whole bed shook violently.

"The sound insulation here is not good, I'm afraid he will hear it."

"He, he, he, you're talking about him, who is he? Don't forget, I'm your man?" He stared at her melancholy.

Lin Muxue was ashamed: "You are too jealous."

"He's a man too."

"Do you think I would have any unreasonable thoughts about an old man?"

Qingyang Lin Xiao's face was gloomy: "I think you will."

Lin Muxue lay powerless, feeling amused and angry. She had never seen a man who was jealous of an old man: "You are rich and handsome, why do you want to be compared with an old man?"

"Otherwise, why are your emotions always affected by him?"

Who can understand that once you fall in love with someone, all your conceit, pride and self-confidence will disappear, and you will always be afraid that you will not be able to tolerate yourself in her eyes.

Lin Muxue didn't know whether she should cry or laugh when she met him. In the end, she said kindly: "Lin Xiao, he's just an old man. Like me, I just treat him as a father. He lost his daughter and wife in middle age. It's very pitiful, and I knew Duan Yao when I was young, I just wanted to do something for Duan Yao."

There was no truth in her words, Qingyang Lin Xiao stared at her for a long time, he had to give himself a step down, she refused to say, and he would only make himself more depressed if he pressed him.
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Qingyang Lin Xiao got up, and the bed shook slightly: "Then you have a good rest."

He sat on the edge of the bed and lit a cigarette.

Lin Muxue tugged at his arm: "Sleep together."

"Sleep after smoking."

"Oh."

Lin Muxue nestled into the bed, and the entire bed could smell the musty smell emanating from the bed sheet, but it was so familiar, like going back to the simple and brilliant Duan Yao many years ago.

She was lying on her side, facing the wall.

After a while, the bed shook, and the man lay behind him, his arms wrapped around her and wrapped in his arms.

Because it rained all night and the temperature dropped at night, the quilt was very hard and not warm, so Lin Muxue directly arched into his arms, her knees were bent, her body shrunk into a baby's posture, and her hands hugged her arms.

Lin Xiao in Qingyang stayed up all night, not because he didn't want to sleep, but because he couldn't sleep at all.

In such a crude environment, his nose was filled with an unpleasant musty smell, which made him very uncomfortable.

He felt her slightly trembling body, frowned, and hugged her even tighter, holding her two hands, her hands were a little cold, and he rubbed them lightly.

The season from summer to autumn solstice is not too cold, but her hands and feet are abnormally icy, Qingyang Lin Xiao rubbed it for a long time, but it didn't get better.

He frowned, turned over and got out of bed, borrowed the light of the lighter, and walked down the wooden ladder lightly.

Knocking on the door of Duan's father's room, Duan's father opened the door with his coat on, his eyes were sleepy: "Young man, what's the matter?"

The faint orange light of the lighter reflected his handsome face, as cold as the slightly cold weather.

"Are there any extra quilts?"

"Also, isn't it warm enough?"

"Her hands and feet were cold."

Father Duan gathered his clothes and walked towards the wooden cabinet, but when he stretched out his hand to pull it, it was too high.

(End of this chapter)