Meng Xiaolan micro Zheng, hesitated for a moment or did not worry not to slow way: "I am your wife, this kind of time..."
"Get out of the car!" He interrupted in a deep voice, senleng's eyes fell on her body, obviously did not want to hear her continue to talk nonsense.
Meng Xiaolan only felt that his eyes were as sharp as a knife, his heart was tight, and his hands and feet were numb. Finally, he dropped his eyes and slowly got out of the car.
Shangwen looked at her and said in a warm voice, "I'm sorry, Miss Meng. The young master has something to deal with. Please help yourself."
Words fall, Shangwen then hurriedly close the door, also ignore Meng Xiaolan's embarrassment.
I'm kidding.
The young master of their family is not easy to provoke now, and he has no affection for him in the past. If he is not careful, he doesn't know how he died.
Looking at the car gradually away, Meng Xiaolan's face slowly sank a few minutes.
After Mu Beiting got on the bus, he was silent all the way.
After a long time, he took out a little star from the pocket of his suit coat and stared at it for a long time, but he didn't know what he was thinking.
Shangwen, sitting in the co driver's seat, peeks into the rearview mirror, but he doesn't understand the situation.
Mu Beiting did not go to the company, but directly back to the Mu villa.
As soon as he got out of the car, "Jiangjun" and "Yaoji" rushed up to him, wagging their tails and crowing happily.
Mu Beiting looked at the two dogs beside his feet. After staring at them for a while, he took back his sight and went directly to the second floor.
The villa is very big, he has no memory, but he also feels very familiar, even vaguely knows the direction of the room.
His pace slowed down a lot and his sight swept through the furnishings of the villa one by one.
Every place here makes him feel familiar.
It's just that there's something missing.
The sight falls on the sofa, faintly sees two falls on the sofa frolic figure.
A man in navy blue pajamas hugs a woman in only a nightdress. She nests in his arms and they watch TV.
But looking at it, he turned her over and pressed her under the body, and then there was a burst of frolic noise.
He stood in place for a long time, he could not see the woman's face, but knew that the man was himself.
There is a faint pain in my heart.
He took his eyes back and made a turn.
After the hot spring room, it seems that I saw myself and that woman again.
He held her naked in his arms, her legs hanging around his waist, as if frightened.
Mu Beiting reached out and rubbed his eyebrows. He felt that his head hurt a little.
Turning back into the living room, I glanced at the kitchen.
But I saw him holding a woman behind him.
She wore a nightdress, revealing two sections of white legs, messy curly hair, disorderly tie.
He held her tightly, his chin on her shoulder, she was busy, but he was kissing her all the time.
Bursts of pain in the brain came, Mu Beiting forced himself to take back his sight.
He went into the bedroom.
The bedroom is mainly gray, white and black, a little cold.
The room was littered with women's things, but he didn't think they should look like this.
He stood by the bed, slowly closing his eyes.
But they all became that woman.
She huddled in his arms and watched TV. She leaned against the head of the bed and looked at something. She ran to his desk to make trouble. He pushed her down on the table to ask for her.
Mu Beiting's head is more and more painful, and the sweat of beans is exuded on his forehead.
A few seconds later, he opened his eyes and did not dare to think again.
Mu Beiting glanced at the things in the room, turned and walked to the stairs and said to the downstairs, "come on."
Rong Ma immediately took a few servants up and said respectfully, "young master."
"Throw those out." Mu Beiting raised his chin slightly.