Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang!

He was leaning on the bed, tired, but not very sleepy.

Looking down at the little girl in her arms, she is indeed still a little girl. She is only 22 years old. She has been married for four years and wants to divorce. Now they are reconciled?

Although he used some improper methods.

But Zhou Chongguang had nothing to regret, after all, for him, fame and fortune had already arrived.

If you want Qin Mu's heart, you must let go of your hatred.

He chose to let it go because he didn't want to lose Qin Mu. He hadn't been too obsessed with revenge before, but he hadn't thought about what he did in the past eight years, so that he could save her today.

It's a bit expensive, but it's worth it.

Zhou Chongguang's eyes darkened, his big palm gently stroked her waist——

Here, a child should have been conceived.

He has noticed that these days are Qin Mu's R schedule, and he has worked so hard, and there is no reason why he can't be pregnant.

Although she signed the agreement, she might not have trouble with him in the future. There is no essential difference between separation and divorce——

Is the wife not in her own bed, or is she still a wife?

Therefore, in Zhou Chongguang's opinion, a child is more insurance than the paper agreement, because Qin Mu is such a kind little girl, she will not let the child be without a father.

He lay down for a while, then got up and went downstairs to prepare dinner for her. The servants in the family were not there, and he was the only laborer...

When Qin Mu woke up, it was already ten o'clock.

A bedside lamp was lit in the bedroom, the light was warm yellow.

She sat up and looked at herself in the quilt. There was only one bathrobe, which should have been changed by Zhou Chongguang.

On the stairs, there was the sound of footsteps.

Qin Mu got into the quilt and buried his face... After a while, Zhou Chongguang appeared at the door.

She put her small face on her knees and looked at him cautiously, somewhat stubbornly silent.

"Are you angry?" Zhou Chongguang seldom smiled warmly, walked over and sat on the edge of the bed, stretched out her hand and rubbed her hair, "I'm cooking, and holding you downstairs to eat?"

Qin Mu did not speak, just looked at him.

"I promise, tomorrow that 8% will be in your name, huh?" His palm fell, and finally he gently squeezed her chin, "Good food, eat!"

Looking at his appearance, Qin Mu always felt that he was strange, after all, he had been cold-hearted with her for eight years.

Now she was in a trance, she was spoiled, like this.

But she is not sure if she likes it, at least, she still can't let it go.

Those hurts, those women, it's not that they just disappeared from memory.

Qin Mu bit his mouth and kept looking at him.

That appearance is cute that she doesn't even know.

Zhou Chongguang stretched out her hand and rubbed her hair and smiled slightly: "Okay, I will hold you downstairs."

As he said, dragging her out of the quilt, Qin Mu'ai yelled, "Pain."

He was stunned, then he saw the spots on her body, his eyes darkened, and he asked softly, "Does it still hurt?"

Qin Mu was afraid of falling, his arm hooked his neck, refused to look at him, and just nodded lightly.

Zhou Chongguang smiled and kissed her: "It won't be so rough in the future."

Qin Mu bit his mouth and glanced at him, but in the end, he didn't say anything.

Although there were only two people, Zhou Chongguang still cooked a table of dishes, and Qin Mu could guess that he was not asleep after looking at the time.

After sitting down, he whispered: "Too much done."

Zhou Chongguang's voice carried a faint smile: "I'm afraid I'm not doing well enough."