Chapter 90 Don’t Miss Me Too Much
As soon as these words came out, Sang Muye was really scared.
He immediately rushed over to cover Tang Yixuan's mouth, leaned over and whispered a warning in his ear, "If you dare to say that again, I will kill you."
Tang Yixuan was covered by his hand and couldn't breathe.
She pushed his hand away and took a few deep breaths. "I forgot to tell you, Meng Yu is investigating this matter. If he finds out that this whole thing was set up by you, do you think he will go to your little Nian Gao and complain about you? Then it's hard to say whether you, as his wife, can keep your promise."
Sang Muye's expression instantly turned gloomy, and his voice became several degrees colder than before.
"If he finds out, you'll forget about your short leg."
Hearing this, Tang Yixuan instinctively covered his crotch.
She was so scared that she took several steps back and immediately begged for mercy, "Don't worry, I won't let him find out. This matter is only known between you and me. If a third person knows, I will kill myself."
After saying that, he covered his lower body and fled.
Sang Muye is a man of his words.
He never has any scruples when it comes to fighting.
Others fight, but he plays for his life.
When he first met Sang Muye, he thought he was good-looking and looked very cool.
Known as the Little Bully, he was quite dissatisfied and took the initiative to provoke.
But he didn't expect that he would be beaten by Sang Muye to his knees and beg for mercy, and he was willing to serve him at his beck and call.
As soon as the office door was closed, Shen Xingli came out of the bedroom.
Sang Muye's heart suddenly tightened, and he immediately walked over and asked, "Did you hear us talking?"
Shen Xingli shook her head: "I would like to listen, but your door is so soundproofed that I can't hear anything even if I put my ear to the door."
"real?"
"Why are you so nervous? Did someone say something bad about me behind my back?"
Seeing that she looked normal, Sang Muye breathed a sigh of relief and gently stroked her cheek.
He said in a deep voice: "These are just topics between men. It's not good for you to hear them."
Shen Xingli didn't think much about it and simply thought it was some obscene talk between men.
She pulled Sang Muye's arm and said, "I'm hungry, let's go eat."
Sang Muye bent down, held the flowers in his arms, and walked out with Shen Xingli in his arms.
He looked at her with a smile on his lips: "What is Mrs. Sang planning to treat me to?"
"Roasted kidneys, roasted oysters, roasted lamb. I think Mr. Sang should have some good nourishment."
"Are you complaining that I didn't work hard enough?"
"No, I'm worried that your body will be drained."
"Don't worry, that day will never come. My bullets will always be full of Mrs. Sang."
This sentence made Shen Xingli blush.
I wanted to tease him, but I ended up being teased instead.
She was so scared that she immediately turned off the microphone.
After dinner, as soon as Shen Xingli got in the car, he leaned back in the chair and fell asleep.
Seeing her tired appearance, Sang Muye felt a little distressed.
His fingertips rubbed her smooth face.
He said in a hoarse voice, "I will pay attention next time."
When Shen Xingli woke up again, it was already seven o'clock the next morning.
She sat up suddenly in bed.
The brain gradually resumes functioning.
It was not until this moment that she remembered that she had a business trip with the city leaders today and her flight was at 10 am.
But her luggage is not packed yet.
She immediately got up from the bed, whining and cursing, "Sang Muye, you bastard, it's all your fault that you ruined my plan. If I were too late, I would have asked you to abstain from sex for six months."
As soon as she finished speaking, she heard a man's low laughter.
Sang Muye was already dressed neatly, in a black shirt and gray trousers.
The whole person looks noble and handsome.
Nothing like the restless wolf from last night.
He walked over to Shen Xingli with a smile and rubbed her head. "You came to me right after you woke up. Is Mrs. Sang becoming more and more dependent on me?"
"I can't live without you! If you hadn't tortured me so much last night, would I have overslept? I haven't even packed my luggage yet."
Seeing that her eyes were red with anxiety, Sang Muye decided not to tease her anymore.
He stretched out his long arms and held her in his arms.
He leaned over to her ear and whispered softly, "I will take responsibility for my mistakes. I've packed your luggage. You can eat after you wash your face. After dinner, I'll take you to the airport."
When Shen Xingli heard this, he looked at him in disbelief.
Sang Muye helped her pack her luggage?
How is that possible?
If this happened to another man, she would believe it.
But that person is Sang Muye.
That arrogant devil.
How could I possibly help her pack her luggage?
Seeing her surprised look, Sang Muye bent down and carried her into the cloakroom.
It was not until this moment that Shen Xingli believed what she had just heard.
The suitcase was neatly packed with clothes.
And the necessities of life that she needs.
It was even more complete than what she had packed herself.
Sang Muye lowered his eyes and looked at her: "Mrs. Sang, are you satisfied with my work?"
Shen Xingli raised her head proudly: "Not bad."
Sang Muye put his arms around her waist from behind and bent down to kiss the back of her neck.
"Can I give you a kiss as a reward later?"
"You wish!"
Shen Xingli pushed him away without mercy and walked towards the bathroom.
An hour later.
The car arrived at the airport.
Shen Xingli unbuckled his seat belt and wanted to get out of the car.
But Sang Muye grabbed her wrist.
The man looked at her with deep eyes, and there was a hint of resentment in his voice.
"Mrs. Sang has nothing to say after leaving me alone at home for a week?"
Shen Xingli immediately reached out her hand, pinched his face, and said softly, "Hubby, I'm leaving now. Don't miss me too much."
"What if I want to?"
"Then bear with it. If it doesn't work, just watch some movies and solve it yourself."
"Shen Xingli, why don't I see you feeling any pain of separation? Have you been wanting to leave me for a long time?"
Facing his burning gaze, Shen Xingli couldn't escape after all.
I smiled and kissed him on the cheek and said, "I'm going to miss you, honey. I'm going to be late. I have to go in."
Just as she was about to turn around, Sang Muye grabbed her head.
He kissed her lips without saying anything.
Fortunately, he knew that time was a bit tight, so he kissed me for a while before letting go.
He gently stroked Shen Xingli's lips with his fingertips and said in a hoarse voice, "Call me on video when you have time, okay?"
"Uh-huh."
"Don't eat anything you want. If you get sick, no one will take care of you."
"I know. Mr. Sang, do you have any instructions? If not, I really should leave, otherwise I will miss my plane."
Sang Muye let her go reluctantly.
He took the luggage out of the car and watched Shen Xingli's figure gradually disappear from his sight.
This was the first time he felt the pain of separation.
The anxious feeling made him light a cigarette.
After taking a few puffs, the phone rang.
A woman's voice came from the other side.
"Aye, you haven't come for a checkup for a month. Has your condition not relapsed?"
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