Hubby, Please Spare Me

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Shui Miaomiao found that Shen Mochen was really very good.

He called and went out, and she comfortably moved into the presidential suite of the Sheraton Hotel.

The knock on the door rang.

Shui Miaomiao just got up from the bed, Shen Mochen said with a deep voice: "You lie down."

"Oh." Shui Miaomiao returned to the glass again.

He opened the door and went out.

Shui Miaomiao looked at his back, his head a little dazed.

She remembered as if he was the injured.

In a while

Shen Mochen returned and threw the sealed bag on the bedside table.

Shui Miaomiao sat up, picked up another bag, and examined the objects inside.

A pile of darkened keys and a burnt cell phone.

Before it was burnt to ash, she knew it, it was her.

"Is there nothing else that survives?" Shui Miaomiao asked.

"A pile of ash, do you want it?" Shen Mochen asked rhetorically.

Shui Miaomiao grinned dryly and said softly: "Are you comforting?"

"It's okay if people don't have anything to do." Shen Mochen said in a voice, took the sealed bag in her hand and threw it into the trash can, lying on the bed.

Shui Miaomiao took the initiative to hug Shen Mochen's neck, pursed his mouth, and looked at him brightly.

Shen Mochen looked at her flattering look, Shen said: "Speak, what else?"

She used to buy fish tanks for the money she had before. The remaining one hundred and thirteen was also used up. When she came, she took the two cards he gave her. Now, only ash is left.

"You gave me two bank cards burned out." Shui Miaomiao said with a sense, pointing his fingers around his chest.

Itchy.

"Well." Shen Mochen responded, holding her finger.

Seeing that he had no other reaction, Shui Miaomiao turned a little red, cleared his throat, and said, "I also got burned with money and cards."

"And then?" Shen Mochen asked her.

Shui Miaomiao couldn't speak, looking at him, hesitantly.

Before, he gave her the card, it was his initiative.

He gave it, but she has been useless, not used to the money of strange men.

Now, asking her to ask, and feeling a little embarrassed, she dropped her head.

Shen Mochen took a deep look at her, pulled out a gold card from the wallet and handed it to Shui Miaomiao, and asked, "Do you know the password?"

Shui Miaomiao radiated a bright light and asked softly, "Is it 812812?"

Shen Mochen looked at her like a little fox.

She could use his money, and he was quite comfortable.

He made money for his wife.

She didn’t need him before, he knew it. Now, does it prove that she has changed his mentality a little bit?

Shen Mochen raised his mouth, "812 knows what day?"

"Dear birthday." Shui Miaomiao raised a lovely smile, took the card in his hand, and held it in his hand. There was a weird feeling in his heart, very shy, but sweet.

With her husband's money, that sense of honor, the feeling of being loved.

Before, how could she not feel at ease.

Shen Mochen smiled, looking sideways, holding her head, looking at her.

Shui Miaomiao was embarrassed by him, put the bank card on the bedside table on the side, and got into the quilt, revealing a pair of dark eyes.

She glanced at Shen Mochen, thought for a while, then drilled out, turned off the light, and got into the quilt, separated from Shen Mochen by 30 centimeters.

Shen Mochen didn't see her pestering him, Shen said: "Come here."

"I'm afraid I'll encounter your wound." Shui Miaomiao said obediently.

"Come here." Shen Mochen shouted again.