cuddling in his arms

Chapter 38 The Wife
　Mo Xiaoli bit her lower lip, tears rolled in her eyes, but they never fell, then she turned her head to one side and looked out the window at the fading lights receding all the way back, and stopped talking.

　
　An Ziqing couldn't understand her better, as long as she didn't want to say or do anything, she wouldn't and wouldn't make any excuses, she wouldn't explain anything to anyone, she just kept her head silent.

　
　He pressed her head on his shoulder again and said, "Go to sleep when you're tired."

　
　Mo Xiaoli closed his eyes, and after a long time he said sullenly, "I don't want to quarrel with you."

　
　An Ziqing didn't speak any more, just inserted his slender fingers into her hair one by one, gently pressed her scalp and kneaded it, then slowly stroked it down, one by one, Mo Xiaoli let out a comfortable moan , Slowly fall asleep.

　
　Chen Lin felt that she didn't understand the big boss more and more. He couldn't understand the way this Miss Mo got along with the big boss. It was so strange. It looked like they were going to quarrel, but they didn't quarrel, and neither party had any explanation. And being able to get along like nothing happened.

　
　Back home, Mo Xiaoli pressed the password on the door skillfully. Ever since Mo Xiaoli moved in, the password on the door has been changed back and forth, and he will never remember those strange things. Numbers, every time he goes home, he rings the door bell. He is very busy, but he will definitely go home for the night, even if it is two or three o'clock in the morning, or even four or five o'clock in the morning. Sometimes it would be Mo Xiaoli who opened the door by himself, and whenever Mo Xiaoli left the door, An Ziqing would always feel a kind of sweet joy in his heart, always wanting to rub Mo Xiaoli into his arms and kiss fiercely, but every time Mo Xiaoli Xiao Li always turned around and went upstairs after opening the door, and he could only pretend to be cold.

　
　At this moment, he watched Mo Xiaoli's slender fingertips pressing on the keyboard on the door, and his chest was filled with blood. Perhaps it was because of the alcohol, he slowly hugged her from behind, bent slightly and put his chin on the door. On her shoulder, he called her: "My wife..." His voice was as deep as a well, yet gentle as water.

　
　Warm breath hit his neck, Mo Xiaoli was stunned, his eyes fell on the door lock, but he seemed to see nothing, this was the first time he called her wife, since he got married for several months, he has been like She used to call her A Li like that. She thought that the title of wife could only be called by two people who were in love. She opened the door in a panic, and without waiting for An Ziqing to say anything, she slid out of his arms like a fish, thud thud thud He ran upstairs and locked himself in his bedroom.

　
　The sudden emptiness in his arms made An Ziqing lose his mind for a moment, her body temperature was still lingering on his fingertips, he lowered his eyes and smiled, and entered the room.

　
　Mo Xiaoli ran into the bedroom and slowly slid on the floor with her back against the door panel. She blushed as if she was about to burn. Although she was married, An Ziqing used to be like a brother, but now she is an enemy, Why can he call her wife so easily?
　
　She got up and ran into the bathroom. The shy and flushed face in the mirror gave her the urge to kill herself.

　
Unscrewing the purple light shower, standing under it for a while, her whole body became drenched, strands of hair sticking to her face, she stood there crying, thinking that she really is a lover Crying ghost, but she still can't understand why she is crying, but the more she cries, the more fierce she is
(End of this chapter)