Chapter 912

Rather fold Yan is a smile: "fold Yan can not sleep!"

When mujin came back to the room, she immediately heard a flustered sound of water, followed by the sound of water. But for a long time, Irene did not come out of the screen.

Irene is going to collapse. The ancient clothes are so complicated in style. It's easy to take off. Why are they so difficult to wear?

In Irene's tangle, the screen was pulled open by mujin.

Irene immediately wrapped her clothes in her hands, but despite this, most of her icy and greasy skin was still exposed outside. The water drops between her hair fell on her shoulders and slid all the way along the direction of the clavicle to the vaguely undulating chest.

"What are you doing?" Irene turned her back to MOJIN and screamed.

Mujin didn't respond, and Irene continued, "I didn't tell you. I have no memory. I don't know who you are. Although I'm your wife, you are so sudden. I'm really afraid. Didn't you let me get used to it?"

"No more clothes?" Mujin scanned Irene and said.

"No, it's just that the candle is a little dark!" If she admits that she can't wear them, doesn't she admit that she is not an ancient man?

"Your back to the light, of course the light is dark!" MOJIN doesn't seem to want to go.

Irene then had to stand in place, tightly covering her clothes: "I know!"

But it still doesn't mean to turn around.

However, MOJIN also stood by, which made Irene worried: "I I want to wear clothes, you stand here, I I'm a little embarrassed! "

"After all, in my heart, you are a stranger. If you want to do anything, at least after I get to know you?" Irene seems to have guessed the meaning of mujin.

Mu Jin listened to but smiled, Irene this theory, obviously and now the marriage idea is different!

Most of the bridegrooms and brides did not meet before marriage, and they could not meet until the night of the wedding.

Only a few people who have been married since childhood have met before marriage.

And Irene said she would wait until she knew him!

This is really suspicious!

But this is the style of iris.

"Do you deny that I am your husband?" Mujin lowered her voice and approached Irene slowly.

Irene panicked, shook her head and said, "no No, after all, I don't remember anything. I don't even know my name. You say it's my husband and Sue is my daughter. How can ordinary people accept it so easily? How can I know if you lied to me? "

"So I need to prove that I'm your husband first, right?" When mujin was talking, people had come to Irene. The warm words came out of her mouth. They were itching on Irene's ears.

Irene turned her eyes and nodded, "yes!"

In ancient times, there was no marriage certificate or anything like that, right?

And she doesn't seem to have any keepsakes on her, does she?

Wait, she has a pearl that can shine. Isn't that a token of affection?

"You have a mole on your back. Here it is!" Mujin's hand was directly on Irene's back.

Mujin's fingers seem to be carrying a small amount of electric current. When she touches Irene's body, a small amount of electric current penetrates her body through her fingers, making Irene's body tremble slightly.

Irene turns her head and looks in the direction of mujin's fingers.

"Right here, you can confirm it!" Mujin's index finger points down Irene's waist: "and there are moles under your armpit, two! Because you have Sue's baby in your abdomen, you have a little stretch mark, which is about as long as my middle finger! "

Irene listened to the details that MOJIN said. She was really not a close person. She could not know so much.

"I also know where your body is the most sensitive, where the most ticklish," said mujin, placing her hand on Irene's waist, and slowly moving down.

Irene looks at mujin's hand like this and moves to her raised hips. I don't know why. It feels like a snake is moving on her.

Finally, Irene seemed to be unbearable. She reached out and grabbed mujin's hand. Then she shrank into a group to avoid mujin's hands. A pair of bent eyebrows tightly wrinkled. How could that disgust be concealed.

"Don't do this..." Irene gasped and stared at mujin.

"I'm proving to you that I'm your husband. No one knows your body better than me!" The disgust between Eileen's eyes and eyebrows was real to mujin.

He used to flirt with iris in this way, but iris was just avoiding, only showing an unwilling look, but never showing this disgusting look.

That disgust was as if he were touching her delicate body with a pair of greasy pig hands.

"Stay away from me!" Irene seems to be really unbearable, especially after mujin said that, Irene really broke out completely, reaching out to push mujin away.

Mujin's words are full of ambiguity, especially with her beautiful face. The general girl will only blush and be shy after listening.

But Irene didn't know why she felt so sick, so sick.

Mujin obviously didn't expect Irene to have such a strong reaction. After pushing him away, she ran straight to the door in the direction of the barrel.

Fortunately, mujin locked the door when she came in, so Irene didn't rush out directly.

But mujin didn't mean to stop her, so she watched Wei iris open the door and rush in.

Then mujin followed.

"Pa" Irene directly opened Ning Fuyan's door.

Su'er is wearing a quilt. Her short hair is covered with flowers of all colors. She looks like a fairy coming down to earth.

"What's the matter with you, mother?" Sue saw Irene rush in with her clothes wrapped around her, and cried doubtfully at once.

Sitting on the bed holding the quilt for su'er, Ning Fuyan immediately walked down from the bed: "little tail, is something wrong?"

Irene's eyes twinkled with eagerness, but for a while she didn't know how to tell Ning Fuyan.

Ning fold Yan to see Irene's clothes half covered, then put Sue's quilt on Irene's body.

Mujin also came in at this time. Ning Fuyan looked up and saw mujin's eyes as if to signal him something.

After that, mujin makes several mouth movements to ningzheyan. Ningzheyan understands that although she is surprised, she still holds Irene in her arms according to mujin's instructions.