Chapter 803

"Poetry, I'm sorry, if I had chosen to believe you, we would not have missed it for so long, and you would not have suffered so much."

Xing Rushi smiles, reaches out his hand and hugs him. He sticks his face on his chest. He doesn't feel any pain. He just feels happy.

In any case, the important thing is that they are together now, and they have the opportunity to advance hand in hand. This is the most important thing.

"It's OK. I don't blame you. At that time, you had a deep prejudice against me. It's understandable that you would do that. Now we should cherish the time we spend together and make good use of every day."

Hearing the speech, Li Muran's heart was moved a little, holding her hand also tightened a little bit, two people's bodies close together, even breathing also intertwined together.

"Poetry, thank you. It's nice to meet you."

She embraces his waist back, shallow should a, complexion is bashful, "let's go home, I want to eat your cooking."

He chuckled and looked at her fondly. He nodded and moved his hand. He held the man up and strode out.

Xing Rushi was so scared that he let out a exclamation. He rushed to push him, but he couldn't push him away. He could only bury his head in his arms and didn't dare to look out.

Why didn't she find this person shameless and irritable before? So many people in the company saw how bad the impact was.

Only when she was gently put on the seat of the car did she slow down. Her little face turned red and she bit her lower lip. It was so cute that Li Muran pecked at her lip.

She didn't glare at him angrily, because the blush on her face didn't subside, it was like being coquettish.

"Don't do this in the future. It's not good to do such things in the company."

He laughed twice, his eyebrows bent and his smile went deep into his eyes. Naturally, he would try his best to realize her wish.

"Well, it's up to you."

Xing Rushi was provoked to blush again by his words, even his ears seemed to be able to drip blood.

After returning home, Li Muran was instructed to cook, while she was holding the latest fashion magazine and reading it on the sofa.

Just turned two or three pages, really sleepy, actually leaned on the sofa to sleep in the past, he came out to take the ingredients, saw her look, helpless shake his head and smile.

"I really can't take care of myself, and I'm not afraid of catching a cold."

As she spoke, she gently picked up her waist, went to the bedroom, put her on the bed, and saw her like a little cat, her body was slightly shrunk into a ball, and her lips bent into a beautiful arc.

He bent down and pecked on her lips. Then he retreated contentedly and closed the door carefully.

She simply made a few dishes that Xing Rushi liked. As soon as she was ready to wake her up, she came out of her bedroom.

After dinner, she bravely said that she would wash the dishes. Li Muran sat aside with the latest "speed and passion 7" on TV, but was not attracted at all. Instead, all the attention was turned to Xing Rushi, who was seriously washing dishes.

From time to time, her hair was tied down from her waist and ears, and he walked slowly from time to time.

"Shall we wash poetry together?"

She glanced at him, a little curious about his idea, but saw him holding his hand.

She was not used to it. She made a little effort to free her hand, but she was caught again. So she had to turn her head to see Li Muran behind her.

"Don't play. I have to do the dishes."

Unexpectedly, as soon as she turned her head, one of his kisses fell down. Seeing her acquiescence, he gradually deepened the kiss, and their breath became urgent.

All over a burst of soft, hands of the plate suddenly fell into the sink, issued a crisp sound.

Xing Rushi was suddenly awakened by the sound, looked at the broken plate inside, and glared at Li Muran angrily.

"Look, the plates are broken."

He chuckled twice, without any intention of repentance. Instead, he carried the man to the bedroom and was thrown on the bed. She felt that she flicked twice. Before he could react, Li Muran had already cheated himself.

"Poetry, I love you."

A kiss is sentimental, and his hand slowly reaches into his clothes. At this moment, his phone suddenly makes a noise, which makes him have to turn over and sit up.

Just press the answer button, the old man's voice will come.

"You have to come back tomorrow for a meditation wedding at home recently."

Li Muran frowned, silent for a moment before slowly should a good, now is not the time to completely offend the old man.

"I see. I'll be back tomorrow."

The old man snorted coldly. He was just about to say something, but he just hung up the phone. He was so angry that he almost jumped. This grandson is more and more difficult to manage.