Chapter 126 Just enjoy Mrs. Sang’s happiness

Hearing this, Sang Muye's face immediately darkened, and his voice became a little colder than before: "If you don't want to live anymore, you can try."

Seeing that he was angry, Tang Yixuan didn't dare to be presumptuous anymore. He immediately said with a smile: "You are allowed to show off to me, but I am not allowed to play a joke with you?"

"Any joke is fine, except this one."

He was afraid that Tang Yixuan would not keep his mouth shut and might let it slip in front of Shen Xingli one day.

He didn't want her to know about his illness.

Just seeing the scar on his back made her feel so distressed. If he knew about her illness, she would not be able to bear it, as she saw how horrible it was when she was sick.

He didn't mind how much suffering he had to endure, but he couldn't let Shen Xingli suffer with him.

He married her to pamper her and give her happiness.

Not to make her sad.

Tang Yixuan suppressed his smile and said seriously, "What are you going to do about the old man? What did Aunt Lan say to you the other day?"

Thinking of Aunt Lan's words, Sang Muye couldn't help but take out a cigarette from the cigarette box and light it up.

A cigarette was held between the tips of his bony fingers.

White smoke instantly enveloped him completely.

It also makes the four-pointed star tattoo on the back of the hand seem a little ethereal.

Sang Muye took a few deep puffs, and the strong smell of nicotine made him regain consciousness.

When he heard about what his mother had gone through, a strong feeling kept hitting him in his heart.

That is to kill that old beast and avenge my mother.

If Shen Xingli hadn't called, if Shen Xingli hadn't arrived in time.

He didn't know what would become of him.

His mother never told him why she was with Sang Qingchuan.

She has always been positive in front of him.

I don't want him to have too much hatred towards Sang Qingchuan.

At that time, she must have been very worried that he would turn to crime in order to seek revenge.

Therefore, even when she was dying and encountered such a humiliating scene, she did not mention Sang Qingchuan's evil deeds to him.

Because she knew that he was no match for Sang Qingchuan.

If she told him the truth, it would be like pushing him into the abyss of sin.

His mother was protecting him with all her strength.

Thinking back on this, Sang Muye felt extremely heartbroken.

It wasn't until the cigarette ash landed on the back of his hand, causing a burning pain, that he came to his senses.

He put out his cigarette butt in the ashtray and said in a low voice, "Auntie Lan's words can't be used as evidence, but I have found a way to avenge my mother."

Hearing him say this, Tang Yixuan said with some worry: "You won't do anything reckless, will you, Aye? You finally married your little rice cake, you can't let her become a widow."

Sang Muye sneered, "No, from now on, my hands will not be stained with a single drop of blood, and my wife's career will not be affected because of me."

Hearing him return to his usual sassy self, Tang Yixuan finally breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "Do you have any ideas? If you don't want to show up, I can do it for you. I'm single and don't have any family to support. Even if I go to jail, it doesn't matter. As long as you send me prison food, that's all."

Sang Muye curled his lips in relief. "If I really did that, wouldn't I be letting Grandpa Tang down? Don't worry, we won't be needed to take care of that old beast. Perhaps it's God's retribution. He has cancer and won't live for many days."

"Really? This is really good news. He's done so many bad things, and this is retribution. Song Xuan asked me to remind you not to have any contact with him during your treatment, lest he irritate you and trigger your illness."

"I know."

Sang Muye hung up the phone, stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, and looked out quietly.

There is still more than a month until my mother's death anniversary.

Every year’s anniversary of his death is a torment for him.

His illness would last for several days.

But now he has Shen Xingli, how should he tell her those days?

Just as he was lost in thought, he suddenly heard Shen Xingli's scream.

Sang Muye immediately rushed out of the study and ran into the bedroom.

"Baby."

He rushed into the bedroom with worry in his voice.

As soon as I entered the room, I saw little pudding jumping around in front of the bathroom door, all wet.

Shen Xingli was lying on the bathroom floor, soaked in water.

Sang Muye immediately rushed in and picked her up from the ground.

He looked at her with concern: "Are you hurt anywhere?"

Shen Xingli looked at him aggrievedly: "Husband, your son bullied me. I wanted to give him a bath, but he was not only disobedient, he also knocked over the basin."

Seeing that she was fine, Sang Muye finally let go of his worries and rubbed her wet cheek with his big hand.

He smiled and said, "I'll go with you."

After saying that, he waved to Little Pudding: "Come here."

Little Pudding was also afraid of the weak and bullied by the strong. When he saw Sang Muye's face, he was so scared that he dared not be happy anymore.

He ran over obediently and rubbed Sang Muye's big hand a few times to please her.

A humming sound came from his mouth.

Shen Xingli was a little angry and pointed at Little Pudding and said, "You were so dishonest with me just now, why are you so obedient now that you're in your father's hands? You're just bullying me."

Sang Muye picked up Little Pudding and said with a smile, "From now on, let your husband take care of the children."

"So as a mother, I can do nothing?"

"Just enjoy Mrs. Sang's happiness."

These words made Shen Xingli's cheeks feel a little hot.

She looked at Sang Muye's handsome face with a charming look in her eyes, and said with a curved corner of her lips, "Hubby, you are so good at it."

Sang Muye looked at her infatuated look and bent down to kiss her lips.

"Don't tease me, or I wouldn't mind in the bathroom."

Shen Xingli was so scared that he immediately gave in, picked up the faucet, adjusted the water temperature, and handed it to Sang Muye.

When the little pudding came into contact with water, it immediately became excited.

The little head shook back and forth, and water splashed on Sang Muye's body and face.

His black shirt and trousers were wet, perfectly showing off his strong and powerful physique.

You can even clearly see the eight abdominal muscles on the stomach.

Shen Xingli's big, dark eyes were too busy to even look at Little Pudding.

The whole person was attracted by the wet temptation of Sang Muye.

Isn’t this more exciting than those wet-bodied male protagonists in the comics?

What kind of a magical husband is she looking for?

Not only does she have a face that is infuriating to both humans and gods, but she also has such a lustful figure.

It really hit her right in the heart.

Sang Muye was so busy giving little pudding a bath that he didn't notice Shen Xingli's reaction.

"Baby, give me the bath soap."

After a long time, there was no response from Shen Xingli.

Sang Muye then looked up and saw Shen Xingli looking at him in ecstasy.

He couldn't help but spray the faucet at her: "Little fool, are you obsessed with it?"

Shen Xingli felt the splash and reacted immediately.

"Ahhh, why are you splashing water on me, Sang Muye? You and your dog are bullying me together. I'll teach you a lesson."

After saying that, he snatched the faucet from Sang Muye's hand and rushed towards him.

The two of them started playing in the bathroom and were covered in water.

Even her hair was wet, and she looked very sexy.

Sang Muye took the faucet from Shen Xingli and placed it on the holder.

A big hand pinched Shen Xingli's chin, and his wet face slowly tilted down.

"Baby, do you want to experience a wet and passionate kiss?"