There are pitfalls in the marriage: the mysterious husband wants to hug

Chapter 149 Please take care of my wife

After this search, Gu Zhiyan found that there were many similar questions on the Internet.

As a result, the following comments are basically the same:
"How long has the host knelt down and called you daddy?"

"Impossible, before you let the other party kneel down, you knelt down first."

"Naively thinking."

"A person once asked this question, and then...he died."

"..."

What the hell are these comments.

Gu Zhiyan read many similar posts in a row, and found that they were basically comments like this.

There is also a host who posted this kind of question and came back to give feedback on the follow-up situation. There is only one sentence: "It's good to be a son QAQ!"

Gu Zhiyan threw the phone aside, sat down and began to process the documents.

He couldn't beat Mu Tingxiao, and he was also very desperate.

……

Mu Tingxiao returned home in 10 minutes by car.

Mu Nuannuan chased those makeup artists away before, and they didn't want to leave.

She had no choice but to have someone entertain them for tea in the living room, while she went to the kitchen to cook dinner slowly.

When Mu Tingxiao came back, they were already full of tea, and when they saw Mu Tingxiao again, they seemed to see a savior: "Master Mu!"

Mu Tingxiao glanced at them, and asked the bodyguard beside him, "Where is your young lady?"

"In the kitchen." The bodyguard pointed to the kitchen.

Mu Nuannuan is looking at the recipe. She has been thinking about a few new dishes recently, and she plans to try one tonight.

When she was flipping through the menu, she heard steady footsteps outside the door.

Somewhat miraculously, as soon as she heard the footsteps, she knew that Mu Tingxiao had returned.

She pretended not to notice, and continued to focus on her recipes.

Mu Tingxiao walked over, saw the recipe book in her hand from behind her, and saw the name of a dish on it, slightly raised his eyebrows and read out: "Bitter melon stuffed mousse?"

"You're back." Mu Nuannuan said without looking back, looking very indifferent.

Mu Tingxiao took the stick out of her hand, and took advantage of her height to hold it high. Mu Nuannuan turned around and tried to pick up the book on tiptoe, but she was much shorter than him. Can't even touch the book.

Mu Nuannuan held back her anger, and now she is even more angry.

Angrily, she kicked Mu Tingxiao's leg: "Give me back the recipe!"

"You don't want to look at me even when you read the recipe?" Mu Tingxiao raised his eyebrows, and said unreasonable things in a serious tone.

Mu Nuannuan raised her chin and stared at him: "Yeah, I'm annoyed when I see you."

Mu Tingxiao smiled instead of anger. He put the recipe aside, lowered his head and pecked on Mu Nuannuan's lips, and hugged her before she could react.

With a low voice, she whispered in her ear: "Don't you want to help me? For this dinner, I will ask my wife."

His voice was already deep and pleasant, not to mention that he deliberately lowered his voice, so that the "wife" added a bit of intoxicating tenderness.

Mu Nuannuan felt that her ears were a little itchy, and she reached out to scratch her ears, but Mu Tingxiao seemed to have guessed that she would do this, and calmly held her hand, and gently touched her ear. Kissed: "Are you going to the dinner party?"

Mu Nuannuan shrank her neck so itchy, and said loudly: "I'll go, can't I go!"

"Thank you for your hard work." Mu Tingxiao let her go.

Mu Nuannuan's ears are sensitive, and they are already red at the moment, Mu Tingxiao couldn't help stretching out his hand to pinch it again.

Mu Nuannuan slapped his hand away a little angrily: "Don't move, I'm going to try on the dress."

Mu Tingxiao didn't speak, just looked at her and smiled.

He seems to have found another weakness of Mu Nuan Nuan.

"What's so funny, stop laughing!" Mu Nuannuan pushed her away rudely and went out.

After Mu Nuannuan tried five dresses in a row, she finally got one that satisfied the stylist.

In the words of the stylist, all of them looked good, but she felt that Mu Nuannuan could try something better.

When sitting in front of the mirror and being tossed by them, Mu Nuannuan finally calmed down.

Was Mu Tingxiao using a beauty trick just now?

It's also a bit like... acting like a baby with her?
Judging from Mu Tingxiao's usual gloomy and cold face, before he hugged her and called her "wife" in a soft voice, he was really acting like a baby.

For a man like Mu Tingxiao to act coquettishly, there really is nothing wrong with women!
……

An hour later, Mu Nuannuan was finally finished by the stylists.

The stylist said with a look of amazement: "Young Madam is so beautiful, go downstairs and show Young Master Mu a look!"

Mu Nuannuan glanced in the mirror.

The gown on her was a flamboyant red, which made her already fair skin so white that it seemed to be able to glow.

The bangs on the front of the forehead were combed up, revealing a smooth forehead, a strand of curly hair fell on each side of the cheek, and the long straight hair at the back of the head was also made into a big curl. With the bright red lipstick of the same color as the dress, the whole person looked Very charming.

When Mu Nuannuan saw it for the first time, she was also a little surprised.

But after a few glances, she felt that she was not much different from usual, but the makeup made her look more mature and charming.

The dress must be matched with high heels. Mu Nuannuan didn't wear high heels very much before, and when she went downstairs, she always walked on the stairs.

Mu Tingxiao had been sitting in the hall, and when he heard the sound of high heels behind him, he turned around.

Mu Nuannuan looked at him expectantly. The stylists said she was so beautiful. Would Mu Tingxiao also think she was so beautiful?

However, Mu Tingxiao only looked at it for a few seconds, then looked away, and walked over to help her: "I'm not used to wearing high heels."

Mu Nuannuan nodded: "Well, I haven't worn it much before."

The eight centimeter high heels that the stylist picked for her, plus her naked height of 1.6 meters 1.7, is now [-] meters [-].

And Mu Tingxiao is 1.8 meters eight, the difference between the two is usually more than [-] centimeters, but now that Mu Nuannuan is wearing high heels, the height difference with Mu Tingxiao is not so obvious.

She compared the heights of herself and Mu Tingxiao curiously.

Mu Tingxiao didn't pay attention to this, he turned his head and asked the stylist who was following her: "Change her shoes instead of high heels."

The stylist was a little embarrassed: "But if you don't wear high heels, the matching effect will be worse..."

Mu Tingxiao said blankly: "Then don't go."

"Ah?" Mu Nuannuan asked blankly, "Where are you not going?"

"If you don't go to the banquet, the stylist said you must wear high heels. You are not used to them." Mu Tingxiao looked down at her, his eyes and tone were extremely serious.

What is the reason for this?
Master Mu's thoughts also changed too casually.

"I think I can do it." Mu Nuannuan said and walked around him a few steps.

It's just that she's not used to wearing it, and it's not that she hasn't worn it. The company required her to wear high heels during her internship, and she also wore them.

Mu Tingxiao coughed lightly and said, "Then change your clothes and make-up."

The walkers behind him suddenly laughed in a low voice, and Mu Nuannuan felt blessed for a moment, and realized something.

(End of this chapter)