Addicted To Favoritism, the Reborn Sweet Wife is So Sweet

   Chapter 150 Rude

   At that time, she couldn't escape if she wanted to.

   He was very frightened when he saw Fu Tingyao.

   Until the man turned the villa upside down and saw her shivering in the storage room, she didn't get angry the first time.

   instead stepped forward and hugged her, afraid that she would freeze.

   But he forgot that he was only wearing a nightgown, his hair was frozen, and his lips were a little pale.

   Even later, frequent headaches.

  Man's hair is very short, and 80% of it will dry out after a while.

   She put down the hair dryer and put her arms around the man's neck from behind, her sharp chin resting on the man's broad shoulders, "Ayao."

  Fu Tingyao enjoyed the girl's service very much, but he was suddenly hugged, which made him a little throbbing, "Huh?"

  Mu Xingwan walked from the back of the sofa to the front, sat beside the man, and put his arms around the man's neck, "May I ask you a question?"

   "Ask." Fu Tingyao stretched his long arms and took her into his arms, buried her in her neck, sniffing the scent that belonged to her, the fragrance of the shower gel mixed with the familiar sweet fragrance.

   "What do you like about me?" Mu Xingwan was very curious before, obviously not from the same world, why did they meet in a bar and fell in love at first sight?

  In the bar, the man drank some wine, but he was not drunk.

   Being kissed by a man inexplicably, with the smell of alcohol, made her extremely frightened and felt like she had encountered a hooligan.

   Fu Tingyao kissed the girl's lips, then came to his chin, "I like it everywhere, here, and here..."

   Everywhere he looked, he dropped a kiss.

   Mu Xing's face turned red in the evening, and sure enough, the man was more rascal when he was drunk.

   "Baby is very beautiful here." Fu Tingyao lowered his head and kissed with a hoarse voice.

   Mu Xingwan blushed, "Ayao, I'm asking a serious question."

  Fu Tingyao said without raising his head, "I'm also doing serious business."

  Mu Xingwan: "..." Rogue! !

  Fu Tingyao raised his head and saw the girl's flushed cheeks, looking at him with anger rather than anger, he kissed her pink lips, "Baby is so sweet."

   Before she finished speaking, Mu Xingwan felt her body hanging in the air, being carried by the man and walking towards the only big bed in the room.

  Mu Xing lay flat on the bed late, looking at the man who came up later, just after the kiss fell, she turned her head away, and the kiss fell on her neck.

  Fu Tingyao was reluctant to leave.

   She was a little dissatisfied: "You haven't answered my question properly."

   "I like everything, as long as it's a baby." Fu Tingyao's breath was a little unstable and his movements were a little rude.

   Mu Xingwan was a little helpless. She was drunk and answered questions like a rogue, and she was not asking.

   The moon outside is big and round.

  Mu Xingwan was drowsy, with a man's gasping voice in his ears: "Wanwan, you are mine, only me. You have to be together even if you die, don't want to leave me!"

   The man said fiercely, she wanted to open her eyes to look at the man, but unfortunately her eyelids were too heavy, and in the end she was tired and fell asleep.

  …

  …

   "Fu Tingyao died. He died to save you. You should die too."

   "You're not worthy of Fu Tingyao at all. Without you, he wouldn't die."

   "It was you who killed him."

   There was bright red blood in front of his eyes, gushing out from the man, dyeing half of the sky red.

   "Don't, don't!"

   "Fu Tingyao, don't!"

   screamed and woke up Fu Tingyao in his sleep. He turned on the light and saw Mu Xingwan was sweating like a nightmare.

   He reached out and took the girl into his arms, and she said, "Fu Tingyao, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

  Fu Tingyao patted the girl's back and comforted in a low voice: "Late night, I'm here!"

  Mu Xingwan slowly opened his eyes, and saw the handsome face of the man in the misty water, and for a while he couldn't tell the difference between reality and dream.

   The well-behaved child is always ignored, while the crying child always has candy to eat.

   The road you walk will become the scenery in your memory; all your experiences will become your wealth;

   Your once burden will become your gift; your suffering will illuminate your future path.

   (end of this chapter)