Meeting You Is My Simple Happiness

Chapter 161: Chapter 169: Painting

Mo Shen asked, he should have been there.

Ye Mu's cutting of the steak slowed down. She thought about her itinerary for the past few days, but hesitated.

That day, she had other things. But she wanted to accompany Mo Shen again. Especially, when she thinks of the alumni association, she thinks of Yao Qi that Qin Xin mentioned that day. She knew that this Miss Yaoqi must have something to do with Mo Shen's past. She was curious, but she didn't want to ask Mo Shen.

Ye Mu still has her own careful thoughts. She sometimes feels that Mo Shen has given her too much, making her a little greedy, and she doesn't want to hear about another woman from Mo Shen's mouth.

After the meal, Ye Mu sat on the sofa with Mo Shen.

Looking at Ye Mu who hadn't answered for a long time, Mo Shen raised his eyebrows and repeated: "No time?"

Ye Mu returned to his senses, raised his head to look at Mo Shen, and smiled: "I was shooting that day."

Mo Shen nodded, and his beautiful thin lips opened and closed: "I will call Ji'an. The activities of that day will be postponed as much as possible, and the little lady may be required to attend."

Ye Mu was stunned, not quite understanding the meaning of Mo Shen's words, and asked blankly: "Why?"

Mo Shen tilted his head to look at her, his skeletal hands stroking her long hair behind his head, and his deep eyes stared at her long hair softly. He particularly liked her long hair, and he would often caress and play with her when the two talked, which can be described as loving. After a while, the corners of his mouth raised with a smile and said, "With you, I can meet less."

Every year in the alumni association, there are very many people around Mo Shen, and among these people, women make up the majority. With Ye Mu, there will always be fewer women close.

"That's it..." Ye Mu looked at Mo Shen somewhat clearly. She thought that Mo Shen meant that she was there. His male friend would not persuade him to drink too much. After the end, he would not be pulled together in twos and threes alone. Together.

But obviously, Ye Mu misunderstood.

"Then I'll find some time to buy clothes tomorrow." Ye Mu thought about what to wear that day, his eyes were a little open.

There are many clothes at home, and Mo Shen will prepare them for her every quarter. But she wanted to go, but she still wanted to buy it herself. After marrying Mo Shen, she rarely went to shopping malls. She wanted to go and see, she couldn't rely on Mo Shen for everything.

"Tomorrow, I will accompany you?" Mo Shen proposed with his hand still leaning against the top of her hair.

Ye Mu shook his head and said with a smile: "No, you are busy with you, I can do it myself."

If she was with Mo Shen, she would consider the issue of time, instead of buying properly.

Mo Shen chuckled and nodded, leaving her alone: ​​"Also."

Ye Mu stretched out easily, pulled down Mo Shen's hand, and looked at it carefully. Suddenly, he said: "I have never seen my uncle cut his nails. Why are they so neat?"

His nails do not seem to grow, and they have always been white and neat. His hands are beautiful, his fingertips are slender like a piano player, but there is a layer of cocoon in his palm, which should be left by repeating certain actions all the year round.

"Who doesn't cut nails?" Mo Shen smiled helplessly at her question.

Ye Mu's gaze was only on Mo Shen's nails. She looked at it carefully, and then pulled up Mo Shen's left hand. It was normal for her two hands to hold Mo Shen's left hand. The ring finger of Mo Shen's left hand was still wearing their wedding ring. She had never seen him take off the ring.

"It's great." Ye Mu's thin fingers rubbed against Mo Shen's ring, and two words popped out while smiling.

The two wedding rings pulled the two together and made them belong to each other. A man like Mo Shen belongs to her. Thinking about it now, this is still an unbelievable fact.

Ye Mu stared at Mo Shen's men's wedding ring and stroked his neck unconsciously. Ji An wouldn't let her wear that ring, she could only hide it in her heart.

"What are you thinking?" Seeing Ye Mu holding his hand in a daze, Mo Shen asked, opening his palm and holding her palm.

The stunned Ye Mu raised his head and gave him a faint smile. He took his ring from his neck with his backhand, and held it next to Mo Shen's ring finger with one hand. Only by looking at it together would he have an inexplicable sense of integrity.

"Will I not wear it for a long time?" Ye Mu asked innocently, looking at his ring.

"No, you haven't gained weight, how can you not wear it." Mo Shen naturally took the ring and put it on for her.

The ring is as suitable as it was before, without any discomfort.

Ye Mu stretched out his ring-worn hand in front of his eyes, pressing his other hand against his cheek, his expression a little lonely and helpless.

She also wanted to go out wearing the ring in such an upright manner, but as long as she wore it, the reporter would immediately find out, and even find the same style from Mo Shen. At that time, their marital status will be exposed. Once exposed, this marriage may bring unnecessary trouble to Mo Shen, and it is also very disadvantageous for her.

Mo Shen looked at her in a trance, raised his hand to wrap her shoulders, the chiseled face was gentle, and his voice was comforting: "Wait until everything stabilizes, then think about other things."

She has not yet established herself in this circle, and exposure of too many private life news is not a good thing for her. Besides, their current lifestyle is quite good.

Ye Mu tilted his head to watch Mo Shen speak. With her head tilting movement, Ye Mu's long black hair fell unintentionally on the back of Mo Shen's hand, deliberately asking him: "Then what am I thinking about now?"

Mo Shen lifted up his hand and played with her soft and fragrant long hair. Hearing the casual question from her, his thin lips pulled up a smile: "It's enough to make two."

Ye Muchong blinked Mo Shen, but he was curious as to what the two in Mo Shen's mouth were.

"First, the little wife just do what she wants to do." Mo Shen's fingertips touched her long hair without a moment, and her movements were very casual, but the words in the words were extra serious: "Second. , Be a good Mrs. Mo."

Ye Mu's legs curled up on the sofa flinched a bit with deep words, serious thinking on his face, and he looked at him uncertainly: "Only these two?"

Mo Shen smiled lightly and nodded, his requirements for her have been low.

"Then I should mention two?" Ye Mu stretched out **** and shook playfully in front of Mo Shen.

Mo Shen nodded and let her mention it.

Ye Mu took the paper and pen on the small tea table in front of him and wrote it down specially. The pen in her hand was writing and drawing, and she said as she said: "The first one, my uncle has something to tell me. . The second... follow the first."

As she said, she stopped writing, with a satisfied smile on her face: "Can uncle do it?"

Mo Shen looked at her font, raised an eyebrow, nodded lightly, and asked her, "Do you need to draw?"

"Huh?" Ye Mu was taken aback: "Is there a handprint inkpad at home?"

Mo Shenyoushen's eyes flashed brightly: "You don't have to press it with your hands."

"Then sign?" Ye Mu sent the pen in his hand to Mo Shen's hand.

Mo Shen didn't take her pen, and the hand holding her shoulder tightened, her thin lips pressed against her red lips. Ye Mu was too late to understand, and after a hot kiss, Mo Shen's teasing smile appeared in his ear: "This is called painting."

(End of this chapter)