Master Ye's Second Marriage

Han Muzi holds the action of mobile phone for a meal, she stares big eyes, breath stops.

The man behind her is holding her arm, the heat on his palm is continuously passing through her clothes, but Han Muzi only feels cold.

Cold from the soles of the feet, such as exposure to the ice and snow world.

The voice of Mo Shen in the night, with a cold chill, passed her ears.

"Wearing a mask, I look like I'm four or five years old."

Han Muzi bit her lower lip. Suddenly, a sharp pain came from her lower lip, which made her suddenly wake up.

No, why is she so flustered.

Xiaomi Dou had told her last time that she had a face-to-face with the uncle wearing a mask, but they didn't know each other.

Yes, in that case, both of them were wearing masks. How could they recognize each other.

What's she panicking about?

Hold on, Han Muzi, don't mess around, and don't let the night see the difference.

Thinking of this, Han Muzi took a deep breath and let her mood slowly recover. Then she said softly.

"Is it? It was a coincidence that you were wearing a mask that day

Her reaction made Yemo frown.

"You don't know?"

"Me?" Han Mu Ziwei smiles: "how could I know? What's up? Do you think I've seen that kid, too

The night is not deep

"Hearing that, I suddenly want to see whose children are so skinny that they even wear masks to go to a party."

Speaking of this, Han Muzi pretended to smile.

Night Mo deep doubt, squint eyes, buckle her shoulder, pull her body to face himself.

"You really haven't seen it? Isn't that child yours? "

Two face-to-face, night Mo deep eyes grab her eyes light, this woman is not good at lying.

If she lied, then her eyes and the expression on her face would tell him the answer.

Han Muzi is forced to slightly tilt his head with the night Mo deep look.

In the night Mo Shen's eyes, although after five years, her eyes are still as clean and clear as before, without any magazine, but the cold inside is a bit heavier.

"Answer me." Night Mo deep thin lips light open, dead staring at her beautiful eyes.

One second, two seconds, three seconds

Han Muzi blinked her eyes gently, and her face was calm. She gently opened her mouth and said, "no, it's not."

The night is not deep

Han Muzi is very calm, there is no sign of lying.

The hand that pinches in her chin has a moment of loose, the night Mo deep has had doubt to oneself.

Did he think too much? So why is this coincidence?

"Why do you think it's mine when you see any child? So many people went to the party that day, and there were so many children with them. Do you want to see one and think it's mine? "

With that, Han Muzi stepped back a few steps and kneaded his aching chin, and said in a soft voice, "is that enough for you? If you ask enough, I'll order. "

"Wait a minute." Yemo Shen interrupted her again.

Han Muzi held the fingertip of the mobile phone slightly white, she dropped her eyes: "what do you want to ask?"

"And the child?"

Han Muzi said What child? "

"Your child." The night Mo deep eye grabs her: "why don't you let me see him? Why put away his shoes and things? "

Sure enough, he got entangled in this problem.

However, he may be disappointed. When Han Muzi put these things away, he had expected that he might not help asking himself.

So she had long thought of a way to deal with the night.

"Why don't you put it away?" Han Muzi looked back at him with sharp eyes and a sarcastic smile on her red lips: "you know that's my ex husband's child. If you don't put things away, can you accommodate it?"

This counterattack words let night Mo deep a choke, immediately speechless.

See him Leng in situ no words, Han Muzi will know that this pass temporarily, then quickly not good gas way: "well, this topic will stop, I order a meal, you don't affect me."

With that, Han Muzi turned directly and planned to go a little farther to order food, so as not to affect himself by asking himself questions.

"Wait a minute."

Just did not expect, she just turned a body, the night Mo Shen called her again.

This time, Han Muzi was totally impatient.

"Are you finished? Are you still eating? If you don't eat, go back to your own room and I'll eat it myself... "

Before the words were finished, ye Moshen strode forward to encircle her from behind her, clasped her white wrist with her big hand, and controlled her mobile phone with the other hand, quitting the interface of the Sichuan restaurant just now."Forget you're sick? Eat this at this time? "

Han Muzi: "it's just

She was stunned to let the night Mo deep hold their fingers, back out of the interface and then point into a health porridge shop, "you should eat light now."

Han Muzi's lips are slightly open and can't say a word.

Originally, she thought he was going to continue to ask about children, but unexpectedly he

Ordered two health porridge, night Mo Shen pinched her finger to pay again, the temperature of his fingertip is like fire, Han Muzi's breath is a little bit short.

The next second, she pushed the night deep, and said, "I don't like this."

And then he struggled out of his arms.

Listen to words, night Mo deep frown discontentedly, "today is not your capricious time, still want to have a fever again? Or do you miss the feeling that I took care of you? "

Han Muzi said Nonsense. What

"Then order it." Night Mo deep step forward, holding her delicate white wrist, language pressure a few minutes: "obedient."

Looking at him clenching his hand, Han Muzi pursed her lips and felt that the porridge with little health preservation was also good.

In fact, she wanted to eat, but on second thought, she thought that night Moshen would not accompany her to eat so light food.

After all, he is the president of Yeshi group. On weekdays, he has a special cook to cook for him, but she has no physical ability to cook today. If you order congee casually, he will certainly dislike it.

"Do you want to eat?" Han Muzi couldn't help asking.

Night Mo deep Leng for a moment, just react to come over, his thin lip slightly cocked up, hold Han Muzi's hand to step up a few minutes: "you are in care of my feeling?"

His eyes were so hot that Han Muzi's face was hot. She took back her hand and said in a cold voice, "I said I'd like to invite you to dinner and express my gratitude. Naturally, I have to take care of your ideas and opinions. And it's not too shabby to invite others to dinner. "

"Muzi, I'm no one else." action

Ye Mo looks at her deeply and says firmly: "I am your husband."

Han Muzi glanced at him: "no, not before, not now."

This time, Mo Shen did not refute her any more. Instead, he said, "it will be in the future."