Hubby, Please Spare Me

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The atmosphere in the room is quiet and secret.

Shui Miaomiao sat on the bed, Shen Mochen sat on the sofa, and no one spoke.

Shui Miaomiao couldn't fall asleep, watching Shen Mochen's face dignified, his slender fingers sandwiched the cigarette, the cigarette **** flickered, and the smoke fascinated his face that had turned all beings upside down.

She felt that things were not as simple as they seemed, otherwise, Shen Mochen would not be so upset.

"Are you scared when you see it?" Shui Miaomiao asked.

Shen Mochen's deep eyes looked at Shui Miaomiao, "No, you think too much."

"Then why your face is so bad. OK, Shen Mochen, afraid and not embarrassed." Shui Miaomiao said with relief.

Shen Mochen's eyes rose to Ling Rui, reiterating: "I'm never afraid of anything."

Besides, she was worried about something.

"The dead person was the one who assassinated you last time." Shen Mochen said.

Shui Miaomiao had a meal, and his thoughts struck in his head.

Did he come here to deliberately catch the person who assassinated her?

why?

Obviously her life and death had nothing to do with him.

A touch of emotion ran through Shui Miaomiao's heart, lowering his eyes, biting his nails, and not wanting to be affectionate.

After a long time, she looked up at him and asked, "Are you for me?"

Shen Mochen's fingers stiffened, turned off his cigarette butts, and looked indifferently to Shui Miaomiao, Shen said: "No, I suspect that Zuo Yingying and Shen Jiachang are doing bad transactions, so Zuo Yingying does not want you to take over the company and come to kill you The person was not sent by Zuo Yingying, but by Shen Jiachang. When I caught the murderer, I could correct Shen Jiachang."

"Oh." Shui Miaomiao understood.

No wonder, the murderer is dead, Shen Mochen's expression will be so dignified, it turns out that death is no proof.

However, there were some losses in her heart that she couldn't think of, and she was slowly flowing.

She really shouldn't be affectionate.

What a shame.

Shui Miaomiao's stomach grunted.

I didn't eat dinner, and tossed in the middle of the night, my hungry stomach stuck on my back.

Shen Mochen glanced at her and got up.

"Where are you going?" Shui Miaomiao asked.

"If you don't want to have an accident, just stay in the room. I can't guarantee there is only one bad guy." Shen Mochen said in a voice, leaving the room.

Shui Miaomiao squatted on the bed with her hands around her knees.

She was too indifferent in the room by herself, and there was some fear in the bottom of her heart, and she simply turned on the TV.

In the middle of the night, many TV stations have playback of programs with higher ratings.

Noisy.

Only when watching TV, the thoughts will be put into the TV show, not thinking about those annoying things.

I don't know how long it took before the door was opened.

Shen Mochen came in carrying a plastic bag, and his shoulders were covered with rain, as if he had just returned from outside.

He came to her and handed her the plastic bag.

Shui Miaomiao took it in surprise and turned it inside.

There are potato chips, crispy feet, biscuits, silver heron milk, sausage, bread, yogurt.

The production line is relatively partial, there are not many shops, even if there are, others are closed more at this time, how did he get these to eat?

Shui Miaomiao's eyes were a little wet, and he looked at him, and Shen Mochen had turned around and sat on the sofa.

"Would you like to take a hot bath? It will catch a cold," Shui Miaomiao said softly.

"Well." Shen Mochen responded, and walked coldly to the bathroom.

Shui Miaomiao looked at the food in his hand and exhaled.

In fact, Shen Mochen was pretty good to her, except that he could not give him emotionally.

No one's feelings can be forced.

She can't hate Shen Mochen because she doesn't love her.