Sir, Please Conduct Yourself

His logic of seven twists and eight twists made Tang xiaorao dizzy. When he reacted, he realized that he had taken him away again. But before he had time to say more, he saw that he was pushing a small plate of cut meat chops nimbly, "are you hungry? Let's have some of this cushion first. "

Tang Xiao hesitated for less than a second and decided to choose the former.

Mu Yunshen slightly hooked the corners of her lips, and couldn't help raising her hand and rubbing it on the top of her soft hair.

Back to the hotel in the evening.

Tang Xiaolie on the huge landing window, with a little regret, said, "it's a pity that when it rains, we can't go out at night."

Mu Yunshen looked at his little wife's pretty back, throat inexplicably tight tight, walked behind her, big hand after himself quietly around her, "it doesn't matter, tomorrow I'll take you to other places to play fun."

His voice is a little hoarse, and his breath is mixed with the desire of being or not, which falls on Tang Xiao's soft ears.

Tang Xiao didn't intend to connive at him this time. He immediately became alert and pushed him back.

Master Mu didn't want to feel that she would react like this. He didn't react for a moment. He was pushed out a few steps away by her helpless little hand.

A moment later, he looked up at her in a little dismay and said, "smile?"

Don said goodbye with a smile. "Bring me to this strange place without my permission. Do you think you can count on me to forgive you after a meal?"

“......”

Master Mu's mouth was drawn, and suddenly he felt guilty. "How can you still be angry?"

"Hum!" With a cold snort, Tang pointed to the floor and said, "you'll sleep here tonight."

Mu Yun glanced at it and repeated that his daughter-in-law had to let him sleep on the floor. After that, calf could not help but have some cramps. "Smile, don't make fun of me."

"Who's kidding you?" Tang Xiao gently put down a sentence, although the voice is small, the tone is completely irrefutable firm, slanted a look at him, Wu went to bed, lifted the quilt, make a gesture to lie down.

Seeing that it was coming to be true, master Mu didn't have the heart to think about the bad things. He quickly lowered his posture and said, "I'm wrong. Smile, don't do that."

"So what?" Tang Xiao gave a cold oblique look.

Mu Yun opened his mouth deeply, and finally chose silence, "... Nothing, nothing."

After a pause, he still tried to make a final struggle and insisted, "smile, you see nothing on the floor, I can't sleep."

Tang Xiao raised his hand and pointed to the cabinet beside him. "I've seen it today. There are new quilts in it. You can use them yourself."

Mu Yunshen, "..."

What the hell is this! What new bedding to prepare in the room!!

Holding back his anger and other indescribable fire, master Mu went to the closet and pulled out a quilt to put it down.

Tang Xiao didn't care about the rustling behind him. He closed his eyes to sleep.

After a while, some sleepiness gradually appeared in her mind. When she was about to fall asleep, someone's voice came from behind, "smile, let me go to sleep. It's raining outside and the ground is cold."

This is a high-rise building. It's not for you to sleep in the basement. What else can rain affect.

Tang Xiao quietly tucking his heart, make complaints about his lips. "Is it cold?"

Seeing that she was willing to speak up, mu Yunshen became more and more determined that this matter had a play, so he answered very seriously, "cold!"

He looked at the little figure wrapped in the quilt on the bed and suddenly felt his throat drier.

"Well, I'll turn up the air conditioner."

“......”

Mu Yun took a deep breath from the corner of his mouth and watched his little wife sit up, pull open the drawer of the bedside cabinet, take out a remote control and press it twice. Then he lay down again and threw it to him lukewarm, "sleep, it shouldn't be cold."

With these words, president Mu can't sleep alone. He has to endure the pain that he can't eat. He has no place to vent his fever. Now the temperature has been raised again. Maybe he will be burned to death before dawn tonight.

But now if he dares to go to bed, his little daughter-in-law will not know when she will stop.

Thinking of this, president Mu reminded himself to "stay green hill, not afraid of no firewood" and forced himself to sleep like this.

It's really stealing chicken, but it's not eating rice. It's throwing a stone on its own feet.