Chapter 31 If you are not sleepy, we can do something else

Sang Muye clasped his big hands on her head and rubbed it gently a few times. His voice was low and reassuring.

"Go to sleep, I'll stay with you tonight."

Shen Xingli immediately got into bed and covered the quilt up to her neck.

Those big, bright black eyes looked at Sang Muye secretly, and her voice was soft: "They all say you are cold-blooded and heartless, but why do I feel that you treat me very well?"

When Sang Muye heard this, he laughed softly.

Those deep eyes stared at the little girl's pure and lovely face. He slowly leaned down and kissed her forehead with his hot and wet lips.

There was a hint of doting in his voice.

"Because you are my wife."

It is also the only light in my dark world.

Hearing this, Shen Xingli smiled and raised his head.

His eyes fell on Sang Muye's sexy Adam's apple.

The Adam's apple slides up and down, full of sexual tension.

She couldn't help but be curious, so she stretched out a finger and touched it gently.

The scene of that night rushed into her mind again.

She remembered kissing it and biting it.

Recalling those scenes, Shen Xingli's little face couldn't help but get hot.

It was just caught by Sang Muye.

He lowered his eyes to look at her, his voice low and mellow: "Do you still want to kiss me?"

Shen Xingli nodded several times uncontrollably.

After he came to his senses, he immediately shook his head.

Seeing her like this, Sang Muye couldn't help but laugh.

He held her tightly in his arms: "If you're not sleepy yet, we can do something else."

This sentence frightened Shen Xingli so much that he immediately closed his eyes.

He didn't even dare to make a sound.

Those chubby lips were pressed against Sang Muye's chest.

The hot air exhaled was like an electric current, spreading from the chest to the whole body.

The monster in Sang Muye's body wanted to break free from the cage again.

He forced it down.

The big hand gently stroked Shen Xingli's head, and said in a low voice: "Just sleep well, I won't touch you."

After hearing these words, Shen Xingli finally let down his guard and fell asleep in less than five minutes.

And the other side.

Meng Yu's palm was pierced by a wine bottle, and Sun Haoran took him to the hospital for bandaging.

Looking at his bandaged hand, he shook his head helplessly.

"Why are you doing this? Shen Xingli is already married, and you're still harassing her. Any man who sees this will definitely beat you up."

Meng Yu seemed to feel no pain at all, looking at Sun Haoran with red eyes.

"That man looks ferocious, like a demon. How could Shen Xingli marry him? Maybe they're just distant relatives. She's not actually married at all. She's just saying that to piss me off. As soon as she calms down, she'll come back to me."

Sun Haoran snorted angrily, "You're truly hopeless. Why didn't you do anything earlier? You had such a good woman like Shen Xingli and chose to hurt her to get engaged to Qin Weiwei. Now you regret it, but it's too late."

"As long as she still has me in her heart, it's not too late. I won't let go. I must find out who that man is."

"Even if she's not married, what are you going to do? Let her be the mistress? Shen Xingli is such a proud person, how could she debase herself?"

"I just asked her to be patient. When I get the inheritance rights, I will break off the engagement with Qin Weiwei and marry her. I do this to give her a better life. Why doesn't she understand?"

Sun Haoran couldn't help but sigh: "I advise you to be careful, don't end up with nothing."

"Absolutely not. The heir of the Meng family must be me."

Just then, Meng Yu's cell phone rang.

Seeing the caller ID, he immediately answered the call.

Before he could say anything, he heard Mr. Meng's curse from the other side: "You bastard, get back here!"

As soon as Meng Yu entered the house, Old Man Meng threw a teacup at him.

"Are you tired of living? How dare you mess with Sang Muye? You are more likely to cause trouble than to help."

Meng Yu was confused: "I didn't. Even if I were more courageous, I wouldn't dare to provoke him. Didn't my eldest brother say that he was deliberately trying to slander me?"

"You're still trying to make excuses. Our company's major project was stopped just like that, and they said it was Sang Muye's idea. They also said you provoked him. How dare you provoke him? Do you want our Meng family to be buried with you?"

Hearing these words, Meng Yu felt as if his heart was hit hard by someone.

Did he offend Sang Muye?

Could that man be Sang Muye?

Shen Xingli married Sang Muye?

A series of incredible thoughts swept into his mind.

He kept shaking his head: "Impossible, absolutely impossible."

Old Master Meng snorted angrily, "That project is the pillar of our Meng family for next year. Either you find a way to get it back for me, or you find me a new one. Otherwise, I will hand the inheritance rights directly to your eldest brother."

Meng Yu didn't listen to what Mr. Meng said at all.

His mind was full of Shen Xingli marrying Sang Muye, a devilish big shot.

If he had married someone else, he might still have a chance.

But that person was Sang Muye.

No matter how brave he is, he would not dare to compete with him for the woman.

Thinking of this, Meng Yu slumped in his chair.

There was unconcealable sadness in his eyes.

He felt that he and Shen Xingli would probably never be able to be together in this life.

——

weekend.

Shen Xingli was still asleep when she felt someone pinching her nose, making it difficult for her to breathe.

She suddenly opened her eyes and saw Sang Muye's handsome face.

She groaned angrily, her voice hoarse from just waking up.

"It's the weekend today, can't I sleep a little longer?"

Hearing such a soft voice, Sang Muye's eyes were filled with pampering: "Come back and sleep, come with me to see a doctor."

Shen Xingli suddenly opened her eyes and stared at him blankly: "I'm not sick, why should I see a doctor?"

Sang Muye looked at her with a deep gaze: "I know an old Chinese doctor who specializes in treating difficult and complicated diseases. Let him treat your dysmenorrhea."

Hearing this, Shen Xingli's porcelain-white face turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye.

She immediately buried her face in the quilt and kept shaking her head.

"I'm not going. I'll just take some medicine and I'll be fine. No need to see a doctor."

Sang Muye pulled her up and coaxed her gently, "After you see the doctor, I'll take you to eat crayfish."

Hearing this, Shen Xingli immediately looked up at him and said, "We're going to Huda on Ping'an Street."

"OK."

The two drove to Mr. Tang's clinic.

Halfway through, Sang Muye received a call and then looked at Shen Xingli.

Pointing to the document bag on the back seat, he said, "Help me find a blueprint in there."

Shen Xingli took the file bag and rummaged through it.

Soon we found the drawing that Sang Muye mentioned.

But just as she was about to hand it to him, her eyes fell on the lower right corner of the drawing.

She actually saw MY's mark.