Don’t Annoy Me, My Ex-Husband!

"Don't leave without saying a word in the future! You must tell me where to go, eh?"

Mu Chuqing's anger and unwillingness disappeared.

Putting his head in his arms, he sullenly responded.

"Yep."

What a cunning man. Mu Chuqing thought.

Sheng Yuchen hasn't let go of Mu Chuqing for a long time, as if trying to rub her into his bones.

"The Queen's florist of the President of Country F? You have always lived here?" His eyes swept around in the bedroom, and the layout was in the same style as her apartment bedroom.

"Yes."

Sheng Yuchen squeezed Mu Chuqing's arms a bit, "That Shang Yunxi had been in Fucheng before!"

In other words, she has been getting along with Lan Aoxiu day and night.

Mu Chuqing curled her lips, "Yes, she was not brought back by Lan Aoxiu until a few months after she was pregnant."

Sheng Yuchen let go of her, frowning, her black eyes were dissatisfied because Mu Chuqing changed the subject.

Mu Chuqing glanced at him, "Stupid, if he often lives here, where did the child in Yun Xi's stomach come from?!"

Most of the haze under Sheng Yuchen's eyes dissipated in an instant, but he was still thinking, "It's just a few nights before I became pregnant..."

Mu Chuqing's face instantly blushed, "Can you be simpler in your mind?"

"Why is it not simple, this is a fact."

"Facts and jobs! He is president, and there are many things!"

"Here, I think he is quite free now!" Sheng Yuchen pursed his lips, making no secret of Lan Aoxiu's contempt.

"Then... it might just be a coincidence... Maybe, he piled up all his official business into the evening..."

"At night?" Sheng Yuchen's low and magnetic voice smiled, watching Mu Chuqing's increasingly red face with interest.

Mu Chuqing was uncomfortable staring at him, and pushed him a shoulder.

"Okay. What do you do with so much?! It's you, who broke in so recklessly, you are not afraid that he will blame you! This is the private residence of the president of another country. Can I keep you?!"

This is an international issue.

Is it easy to escape by simply labeling a "assassin of the president of another country"?

"Who said he doesn't care, he is not as grand as you think!"

"What do you mean?"

"Humph!"

Sheng Yuchen snorted coldly and sneered.

He lowered his head and kissed Mu Chuqing's lips.

Downstairs, Doudou was sitting on the sofa. Mu Chuqing braided the braids from side to side, and finally put it on the small shoulder on the left. There was a beautiful silver clip on it, beautiful and playful.

She was next to Lan Aoxiu, clutching Lan Aoxiu's sleeve, and asked anxiously: "How is it? Is it true or not, uncle~~"

"Promise! Of course yes!"

Before, it was Sheng Yuchen, so I hesitated a little bit. What are you hesitating now?

owe.

"Promise what?"

Shang Yunxi hugged the pillow and leaned on the sofa, not knowing why.

Lan Aoxiu curled her lips slightly, "The little niece is going to cheat."

"?"

"Sir, madam, dinner is ready!"

"Oh, Doudou, go upstairs and call your parents to eat!" Shang Yunxi urged.

"okay!"

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The kiss between Sheng Yuchen and Mu Chuqing gradually showed a tendency of wiping out their guns. For more than a month, the two had almost no time to be together.

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