Chapter 11: You are staring at me like that, are you missing me?
Sang Muye's expression was extremely ugly, and his voice seemed to come from the Arctic, carrying the warmth of ice and snow.
“This is my home!”
Shen Xingli and Sang Yu were so scared that they immediately stood up from their chairs.
Like elementary school students who made a mistake, they stood side by side.
Keep your hands firmly at your sides.
He hung his head and dared not speak.
Sang Muye walked over to them, looked at the messy food on the table, and his brows became more and more furrowed.
"Who told you to eat these things?"
Sang Yu immediately stepped out of the group, straightened his back, and said, "Uncle, it's none of Aunt's business. I bought all of them. I heard from Assistant Chen that you won't be back until tomorrow."
Sang Muye lowered his black eyes, and unspeakable emotions surged in his eyes.
"So you guys are blaming me for coming back early?"
"No!"
The two people said in unison.
Sang Muye glanced at Shen Xingli. There was still soup on the little girl's lips, and it seemed that she had not swallowed the food in her mouth yet.
His eyelashes were trembling terribly, and his hands were clenched into fists nervously.
Seeing her like this, all the anger that Sang Muye wanted to vent was blocked in his head.
He looked at Sang Yu with dignity.
"Clean this place up, then go home and copy the company charter twenty times."
Sang Yu puffed her lips and looked at Sang Muye: "Uncle, the company's articles of association are more than ten pages long. Can you copy less?"
"Thirty times then."
Sang Yu didn't dare to plead anymore, and immediately stood up straight and replied respectfully: "Yes, uncle, we will clean it up right away."
Shen Xingli was just about to help Sang Yu.
But then I heard Sang Muye's low and pleasant voice: "Come back to my room with me and see your gift."
Sang Yu: “…”
She felt like she was struck by lightning again.
That devil of an uncle actually brought a gift to my aunt on a business trip?
Is this world too fantastical? Even the devils have to turn over a new leaf.
But why did the devil only treat my aunt well and not care about her life or death?
Oh, Heaven, oh, Earth, who will save her?
Shen Xingli was taken back to the room by Sang Muye.
The little hands were nervously clutching the corner of the clothes, and the mouth was biting tightly.
Those bright black almond eyes looked at Sang Muye in disbelief.
Sang Muye turned around and saw Shen Xingli like this.
He stroked her face with his big hands a few times and asked in a deep voice, "Why are you staring at me like this? Are you missing me?"
Shen Xingli: “…”
She wanted to say no.
Who misses you? It would be better if you didn’t come back for a year.
But once she uttered this answer, her life would be in danger.
Shen Xingli nodded obediently and said timidly, "Yes."
After hearing her answer, even though he knew it was against his will, Sang Muye's lips still lifted up unconsciously.
He bent down and took out a box of osmanthus cakes from the suitcase and put it in Shen Xingli's hand.
He warned in a deep voice: "It's too sweet, don't eat too much."
Seeing that the thing he had been longing for was finally in his hands, Shen Xingli's originally nervous face finally showed a smile.
She stared with her eyes wide open, took out a piece of osmanthus cake from the box and put it in her mouth and took a bite.
Crispy, sweet and with a strong osmanthus fragrance.
It's simply a delicacy.
Seeing how intoxicated she was, Sang Muye frowned and looked at her.
“Is it really that delicious?”
Shen Xingli passed the sweet-scented osmanthus pastry to his mouth, raised her little face and said, "It's really delicious. If you don't believe me, try it."
After saying this, she suddenly realized that something was wrong.
Who is Sang Muye?
A man with severe mysophobia and cold-heartedness.
How could he eat something that someone else had touched?
Thinking of this, Shen Xingli wanted to retract his hand.
At this moment, Sang Muye grabbed her wrist with his big hand and lowered his head to bite the osmanthus pastry.
The lower bite was still at the place where she had just bitten.
Shen Xingli widened his eyes in disbelief.
His eyes followed Sang Muye's movements.
There was a rare look of joy on the man's angular face.
The dim light above his head was reflected in those deep black eyes.
The sexy Adam's apple rolls up and down.
Shen Xingli couldn't help swallowing, not sure if it was saliva or osmanthus cake.
Apart from his bad personality, this man does have a good-looking face.
It's like it was carefully crafted by God.
Sang Muye lowered his eyes and saw Shen Xingli staring at him.
His eyes were dull and lifeless.
He raised his hand and touched her soft lips, then asked in a hoarse voice, "Does it look good?"
Shen Xingli immediately shook his head.
"So it's not pretty?"
Shen Xingli shook his head again.
Only then did she realize that this was a fatal question.
Whether the answer is nice or not, it is inappropriate.
Just when she was at a loss, a big hand pinched her chin.
That handsome face suddenly tilted down.
Hot breath sprayed on her face.
Causes waves of numbness.
A deep and rich voice broke through her eardrums.
"If Mrs. Sang wants a kiss, she can just say so."
After saying that, before Shen Xingli could react, those wet and hot lips covered her lips.
Shen Xingli's eyes widened instantly.
There was nothing but shock in his pupils.
Doesn’t Sang Muye dislike snail noodles and durian?
She still has that taste in her mouth.
She quickly dodged and panted, "I, I just ate durian and snail noodles, they stink. I'm going to brush my teeth."
Just as she was about to turn around and leave, someone grabbed her waist.
The whole person was pressed on the sofa.
The man's strong and sexy muscles pressed tightly against her.
She could even feel his scorching body temperature.
Sang Muye leaned on the sofa with his hands, his dark eyes filled with unconcealable lust.
He slowly lowered his head and rubbed his nose against Shen Xingli's face a few times.
His voice was low and hoarse: "I'm not afraid."
After saying that, he took those pink lips into his mouth again.
A domineering, crazy, yet gentle kiss swept towards Shen Xingli.
The big, broad hands kept gently stroking both sides of Shen Xingli's cheeks.
With every stroke, Shen Xingli felt a heat burning in her body.
The two of them didn't know how long they kissed until Shen Xingli was unable to breathe, and Sang Muye slowly let her go.
The hot and wet lips were still rubbing against her face from time to time.
A low, hoarse sound escaped from his throat.
"Has Meng Yu ever kissed you like this before?"
It was clearly a very seductive voice, but it sounded full of jealousy.
Shen Xingli immediately shook his head: "We only held hands. Grandpa doesn't allow us to get too close."
Hearing this, Sang Muye's heart was hit hard.
At this moment, he was so grateful that the Shen family had strict education.
There was an irrepressible joy in his voice: "Mrs. Sang, your husband has not eaten yet since he returned from his business trip."
Shen Xingli looked at him with red eyes: "Then what do you want to eat? I'll make it for you."
Sang Muye looked at her with deep eyes.
The sexy Adam's apple slides up and down a few times.
His hot, wet lips pressed against her ear, his voice low and seductive.
"I want to eat, you."
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