Mr. Lu, the World’s Sweetest Man

"Master, I'm afraid that my child and I will disturb you..." Lin Motong said hurriedly, not to mention that she is still in confinement, which is actually not suitable for interrupting in his room.

"A Leng." Ming Ye Leng corrected her name.

"Huh?" Lin Motong did not react.

"Call me A Leng." Ming Ye Leng said clearly.

Lin Motong's face turned red again desperately: "Want to wait a month before moving in?"

"If you like this room, I can also move over to live with you." Ming Ye Leng did not give her a chance to escape.

"Forget it... let's move to your room." Lin Motong thought that he was familiar with his room and was used to living. As for her, it didn't matter where she lived.

Tomorrow night nodded coldly: "Okay, come here, move all the things of young grandma into my room."

Lin Motong's face was even redder. Someone called the young grandma just now, but the feeling of someone calling the young grandma is completely different from that of Mingye Leng.

The words spoken in his mouth seemed to have a different feeling.

Soon someone came over, packed Lin Motong's things, and sent them all to the cold room tomorrow night.

She doesn't have many things, so she packs them up quickly.

When the maid finished the bath for the child, everything was cleaned up, and everything was taken to Mingye Leng.

Naturally, the child has to be taken care of.

When they arrived in the cold room tomorrow night, everyone withdrew, and even the children were taken out to look after them.

Lin Motong had to face the cold of Mingye alone for a while, quite uncomfortable, standing in front of him, there was no place to put his hands or feet.

"You can sleep for a while, taking care of the children is hard at night." Ming Ye Leng came forward and hugged her into his arms.

Lin Motong was a little stiff at first, her back was stiff, and after his chin rested on her head, her whole body slowly softened.

Ming Ye Leng lowered her head and kissed her, and a long kiss made her breathe and flushed.

She loosened her fist and slowly placed it on his waist. When she was immersed in it, she loosened her coldly tomorrow night and said in a low voice, "Sleep for a while."

Lin Motong suddenly felt empty, and then she realized how attached he was to his embrace and everything about him.

I always fell too deep and too deep.

Go out tomorrow when it's cold.

"Master, where are you going?" Lin Motong stopped him subconsciously.

"I have something. And... you are not allowed to call me Young Master again. If I hear you again, you will be punished well." Ming Ye sneered, turned and left.

Lin Motong held her face and rubbed her hot face.

In the evening, Ding Hai brought back Ming Ye Leng and Lin Motong's marriage certificate, and gave Lin Motong all those who should have given it to her.

Lin Motong looked at the red book, a little lost, his thoughts flew to nowhere.

"Take it away." Ming Ye looked at her in a trance, and said, "There are several safes in the room. The one on the far right will be used for you later."

"Thank you." Lin Motong nodded gently.

Ming Ye Leng stretched out her hand and held her cheek. She pressed her lips nervously, and a blush quickly appeared on her fair skin.

He bowed his head and kissed, Lin Motong's heart was beating, every time he kissed her, she was in this mood, expectant, nervous, nervous, helpless, and sweet.

When he left, her heart was empty again.