Chapter 31
Really?
Mu Qingliu put one hand in his trouser pocket, looked at the harmonious relationship between the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, and walked over to join in and said, "Originally, I didn't tell you and dad about my marriage, because I was worried that you wouldn't like Xiaoyin."
She definitely wouldn't like me~
Song Yin: [Mrs. Mu just said that I seduced your little goblin, but in fact I am more wronged than Dou E.]
His rant bubble just turned into a prototype, and the words were still vague and not clear.
Mu Qingliu lowered his head to pick up the fruit on the tea table, just avoiding the generation of this complaint bubble, and asked indifferently, "Is Dad okay recently? I will take Xiaoyin back to visit him in a while."
Mrs. Mu's little universe exploded the moment her son lowered his head. She pinched the bubble and opened her mouth to stuff the illusory bubble into her mouth.
When Mu Qingliu raised his head, the bubble was swallowed by Mrs. Mu.
It was not a whole bubble, but it might be bitten too much, and a broken bubble with the word [引] floated out.
Hiccup~
The complaint bubble didn't have any special taste, a faint peach taste, melted in the mouth, and didn't make Mrs. Mu roll her eyes on the spot.
Mu Qingliu saw the [引] floating in the air, and asked with a little amusement, "What 引?"
Song Yin lowered his voice, and almost no one noticed, "...your mother doesn't like it..."
Mrs. Mu clasped her hands and laughed, "It's an earthworm, and it just so happens that the half of the worm is gone, and Xiaoyin and I were talking about earthworms."
"Earthworm?"
Mrs. Mu peeled a grape and put it into Song Yin's mouth, to be careful that this boy was a fairy with bubbles coming out of his mouth.
"Actually, it's a metaphor," Mrs. Mu saw that Song Yin had no intention of revealing his past when he ate, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Didn't you go to take a bath just now? Mom and Xiaoyin were using you as an example."
Mrs. Mu's eyes were all on her son's head, as if it was enough to forget the unhappiness of the whole world.
Who made Mu Qingliu the most perfect love crystallization created by her and Mu Zichen?
"Mom said that you are a piece of fertile land lacking vitality. Let Xiaoyin be like an earthworm and loosen up your dry soil to bring more nutrients."
Mrs. Mu applauded her cleverness in responding to the situation.
Mu Qingliu's eyes immediately filled with a smile of success, which was quickly suppressed.
When he picked up Song Yin to have lunch, Song Yin muttered, "No more... I'm full."
[Your mother fed me a whole bunch of grapes. My God, how can I have the stomach to eat another big meal! ]
[Humph, like mother, like son. You all look down on me. I don't want to eat at the same table with you! ]
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is challenging her husband.
Mrs. Mu took out a big red envelope stuffed with at least 50,000 yuan from the room.
Just pretend to be an open-minded and good mother-in-law in front of her son.
Mrs. Mu stuffed the red envelope into Song Yin's chest pocket and said with a decent smile, "Anyway, you are already married. Qingzi just suggested holding another wedding. I don't think it's necessary to go through the trouble of making it like a second marriage."
"But we still need to be superstitious about etiquette."
She patted the red envelope on Song Yin's chest, "The mother-in-law must give a big red envelope when she sees the new daughter-in-law for the first time. The change of name fee and other things can be discussed after the new daughter-in-law recovers."
It's not that Mrs. Mu is stingy, but she really doesn't want a little vegetable to change her name to call her mother.
Song Yin could feel the weight of the red envelope on his chest, and couldn't help wondering.
[Is that all you're giving? ]
[As shown in TV dramas, don't wealthy ladies usually have to hand out a check with seven or eight zeros to make Cinderella leave? ]
Mrs. Mu pressed her eye corners slightly. The beauty salon expert had just praised her for her good skin care and the lack of obvious wrinkles on her face.
Now she's getting three crow's feet from being so angry! !
Mu Qingliu interrupted the invisible confrontation between the two and said softly, "Xiao Yin, thank your mother quickly. This is the gift your mother gave you."
[Oh, so that's it. 】
Song Yin blushed slightly, and said shyly in Mu Qingliu's arms, "Thank you, Mom."
Mrs. Mu's eyes kept twitching, secretly observing her son's reaction.
Mu Qingliu looked as usual, dignified and reserved, with no expression on his face.
Mrs. Mu always felt that this child seemed to have planned everything, and that was why he was so relaxed at this moment.
People say that a daughter who is married is like water spilled out.
When did her dearest Qingzi start to push his elbows out?
Mrs. Mu stayed at her son's house half unhappy, and her mood was naturally not good at the beginning.
A noble lady like her, who was born in a famous family, was beautiful, and had a little beast in her heart, was easily irritated by someone she didn't like.
However, this was only the first day.
In the evening, when Mu Qingliu was bathing Song Yin, the resistance of the little vegetable was particularly strong.
[Strange, really strange.]
[Mu Qingliu said that relatives were coming to his house, and the person who came turned out to be his mother. Why didn't Mu Qingliu tell me directly and let me prepare in advance? I was so embarrassed today and only said a few words to Mrs. Mu.]
Mu Qingliu narrowed his eyes.
You talked to my mother a lot today.
Mu Qingliu wrapped him in a clean bathrobe, slowly carried him to the bed, reached out to cover the little vegetable with a blanket, then turned on the hair dryer and dried his wife's wet hair strand by strand.
[Something is wrong, it's really wrong. ]
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[Why did the villain do a photorejuvenation treatment for me after removing my hair? ]
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[He wouldn't invite Mrs. Mu to come and see me naked, would he? ]
Speaking of being naked, Song Yin suddenly felt a chill all over his body, but it was not cold. After all, before taking a shower, Mu Qingliu would raise the temperature of the indoor air conditioner to a very comfortable level.
He felt cool because...
Mu Qingliu opened the entire quilt, revealing the whole little vegetable.
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[I can't pretend anymore, Mu Qingliu really can't pretend anymore, he wants to...!!]
Mu Qingliu adjusted the indoor lights to a soft and dim orange, and the room instantly became hazy. An equally charming body appeared softly in the center of his vision.
Song Yin's skin is beautiful in every way. After a period of care, it has changed from a grayish color to a crystal white. It seems that the light in the room will be attracted by the fragile skin and stay in the limbs of the vegetative patient for a long time, unwilling to leave.
Mu Qingliu stretched out his right hand and stroked Song Yin's abdomen. His voice was low and light, without a trace of lust.
"Do you feel scared?"
Mu Qingliu's fingers slowly pressed on the abdomen of the little vegetative patient. His palm was completely different from his expression. It was a source of fiery temperature.
As long as his palms wandered around, he would be able to ignite the source at will.
Mu Qingliu said, "Don't worry, I don't have much interest in that kind of thing."
"Wait until you recover, then consider it."
[You fart! ! Big pervert farted! ! 】
【Ahhhhh! ~ His hands are like big irons, my belly is going to burn! 】
Mu Qingliu did not believe the little vegetable's words, and slowly raised his palm, followed by five slender jade-like fingers.
Song Yin's skin is somewhat gifted.
The abdomen immediately released a faint color between scarlet and pink, and vaguely the fingerprints belonging to Mu Qingliu could be seen, fading lightly between the snow-white skin.
It's amazing.
Mu Qingliu has handled at least five hundred porcelain dolls, if not a thousand.
He patiently made their bodies and heads, installed clear eyeballs of various colors, engraved flourishing flowers on their key parts, dressed them in specially customized high-end clothes, combed their beautiful hairstyles, painted their lips rosy, put on snow-white socks and leather shoes, and finally fixed the finished products perfectly on the display rack.
...
It's really amazing.
Human skin is warm, soft, and as thin and transparent as a thin piece of white paper. You can draw the delicate stamens on it, and you can clearly see the light blue blood vessels hidden underneath that are constantly beating. It
has more exciting tension than porcelain dolls.
Mu Qingliu said, "I'm telling the truth. I'm just taking a look. I won't do anything that makes you feel unhappy."
[Liar! Big liar!
Song Yin felt a large hand slowly moving along his back. The rough fingertips rubbed his soft back painfully, and finally pinched Song Yin's extremely fragile neck. That hand was definitely out of habit, constantly looking for the most suitable place to bite. The
feeling of the blood vessels being pinched was particularly uncomfortable, as if a ferocious beast had grabbed his neck and was about to suck his blood in the next second.
My blood is smelly and not sweet!
Crying~
Song Yin's eyes were wet, and the tongue, the only part of his body that could move as a vegetative person, curled up in his mouth, and tried hard to press against the upper palate to ensure that he would not make any strange noises due to his extremely sensitive senses.
"Mu Qingliu... Qingliu..."
The intermittent words became weak due to the heat in his neck.
Mu Qingliu smelled his hair, the refreshing lemon scent, washed by the hot sweat, turned into another sweet smell.
The smell of peach.
Mu Qingliu was able to maintain a low voice and murmured directly into the red ear flesh of the little vegetable, "Your neck doesn't look comfortable, and your shoulders are also stiff. I'm a good person to the end." Song Yin
: "... You got the advantage, so be good..."
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Mu Qingliu immediately presented a magnificent scene in front of his eyes.
The snow-white person was surrounded by bubbles like snow waves, just like the little mermaid in the fairy tale was about to turn into a wave of sacred foam, disappear with the wind, and become a flawless angel.
Mu Qingliu bent down and kissed the forehead of the little vegetative person.
Song Yin was already dizzy, and had no idea that he would have the chance to be kissed by someone else. He was dying.
[You are so bad, you are so bad that you don't even let the vegetative person go.]
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Mu Qingliu covered the exhausted little vegetative person with a quilt, and then walked through thousands of bubbles, pushed open the bedroom door with a big hand.
The bubbles rushed out of the room and ran towards the unknown at the other end.
Mu Qingliu quietly scanned the words between each bubble, as if begging for mercy like a whimper, three-dimensionally surrounding his ears, his eyes were slightly red, and he watched them go into the distance.
Perhaps, he will never know.
At this moment, his expression showed an extremely unfamiliar ferocity.
Mu Qingliu opened the drawer, took out a mint cigarette and a lighter, walked into the balcony outside the bedroom, and silently lit the fire.
This weak light is not as bright as the lights in the house, but it can see the things closest to him.
Mu Qingliu held a cigarette butt in the corner of his mouth, and tilted his head to bring the cigarette close to the flame.
The floor-to-ceiling mirror on the balcony was reflecting his every move very clearly.
No matter how he stood, his slender figure always had an ascetic and cold posture like a green pine and a bright moon.
Today there was a particularly bulge.
The shape of the zipper was wrong, and it seemed to be about to fall apart.
Mrs. Mu likes to have a good night's sleep at night, so she goes to bed early.
There are many things rubbing against the door panel, and the subtle sound is particularly disturbing.
If I catch who is doing this trick, he will be dead!
Mrs. Mu tore off the blindfold, walked in her indoor slippers, and opened the door.
Countless bubbles of complaints seemed to have found their destination, rushing in and almost knocking her down.
Mrs. Mu could tell who was making trouble
at a glance. The bubbles were written one after another.
[No more, really no more.]
[Mu Qingliu, have you had enough!!]
[Yes, really, don't come again.]
[......]
Mrs. Mu's anger disappeared in an instant. Although she was still a little annoyed, another new emotion covered her dissatisfaction with the little vegetable.
This...
In the depths of Mrs. Mu's memory, Mu Qingliu was as perfect as a sophisticated instrument. The normal emotions that humans should have had nothing to do with him.
Mrs. Mu was afraid that she had misunderstood, so she carefully checked the contents of all the bubbles one by one.
The more she looked, the more embarrassed she became.
The more I watched, the more I felt that Qingzai was no longer the little Qingzai who was indifferent to worldly things. He was pulled down from the high altar by a little vegetable and rolled into the red dust woven by the seven emotions and six desires.
Could it be that...
my son... finally came to his senses?
Did Song Yin, that little vegetable, really loosen the soil for my son every night! ?