Ruan Mengmeng was pleased. She raised the corners of her mouth and smiled, teasing: "Then you have to treat me well in the future."

"Sure." Mu Heng looked at her and said seriously.

Tonight inexplicably left Ruan Mengmeng with a sense of living a simple life, two people in one house, three meals a day, four seasons, making life a poem.

"Would you like to drink?" Mu Heng looked at the food on the table.

Mu Heng picked out a glass of fine red wine from the wine cabinet, took out two high-heeled glasses, and poured them into each.

Ruan Mengmeng raised her eyebrows and asked, "Aren't you afraid that I'll go crazy after getting drunk?"

Mu Heng smiled faintly, opened his thin lips slightly, and said, "Just pour it on me."

Mu Heng's words sounded like a tease and a hooligan.

When Ruan Mengmeng heard this, her ears started to burn. She hadn't even drunk any of the wine yet, so was she already drunk?

Or is it that Mu Heng’s skill in saying sweet words is getting better and better, and his face is getting thicker and thicker?

Mu Heng sat opposite Ruan Mengmeng, raised the goblet in his hand to her, looked intently at the pretty and beautiful woman, and said affectionately and exclusively: "Mrs. Mu, happy marriage."

Ruan Mengmeng's eyelashes trembled slightly, and her eyes moved as she looked at the gentle man opposite her. His hair was half wet and half dry, but his eyes were very affectionate. Her heart trembled, and she opened her red lips and said, "Mr. Mu, happy marriage."

I will take your surname and give my name, and from now on we will be husband and wife, experiencing all kinds of emotions and desires for a hundred years.

If you ask Ruan Mengmeng from when her heart began to fall for Mu Heng?

Then she would definitely say that ever since he had her in his eyes, she had been wondering if she would receive such gentle gaze every day if she was with him.

The lighting was warm and the atmosphere was just right. The two of them drank the red wine in their glasses while looking at each other tenderly and attentively. Even the air was filled with the sweet scent of love.

For some reason, Ruan Mengmeng seemed particularly happy today. She drank the wine in sips. Mu Heng didn't say anything, but silently poured Ruan Mengmeng a glass.

Ruan Mengmeng drank too much in the end. Her little face was flushed, and she looked particularly attractive under the warm yellow light.

Mu Heng raised his eyes to glance at her face, then asked calmly, "Are you drunk?" His voice was cool yet contained a hint of charm.

Ruan Mengmeng was a beat slow to react. She shook her head slightly and said, "No." Her little face was wrinkled with a hint of stubbornness.

Mu Heng wiped his mouth, stood up and walked to Ruan Mengmeng, bent down slightly, looked into her eyes, stroked her hair with his fingers, and asked, "Mengmeng, are you drunk?"

Ruan Mengmeng raised her little face, squinted her eyes and smiled, looked at Mu Heng, slowly shook her head and said: "No, I'm not drunk."

However, the next moment, Ruan Mengmeng actually started to act coquettishly towards Mu Heng and said softly, "Hold me." After that, she opened her arms to the man in front of her, waiting for the man to pick her up.

Mu Heng glanced at her indifferently, said nothing, bent down, picked up Ruan Mengmeng horizontally, and walked into the room.

Ruan Mengmeng softened in Mu Heng's arms, holding his neck with both hands, closing her eyes, listening to Mu Heng's heartbeat, and slowly said: "Mu Heng, did you do this on purpose?"

"What did I do?" Mu Heng followed up her question, holding her steadily, with neither hurried nor slow steps.

"Did you deliberately walk into my heart and make me fall in love with you?" Ruan Mengmeng said in a soft voice.

Mu Heng paused for a moment, then resumed his pace, but his extremely rapid heartbeat betrayed his mood.

Did Ruan Mengmeng tell the truth after drinking?

Tell him you love him?

Mu Heng also thought that he was a little drunk, otherwise why would Ruan Mengmeng's words make him taste the sweet and intoxicating taste.

Ruan Mengmeng still didn't calm down. She poked Mu Heng's chest with her hand. Through the thin home clothes, she could feel his body heat with her fingertips. She bit her lower lip and asked, "Guess where your heart is?"

"Where?" Mu Heng carried Ruan Mengmeng into the bedroom, and then gently placed Ruan Mengmeng on the bed.

"It's here with me." Ruan Mengmeng said with a drunken smile on her face, beautiful and moving.

Mu Heng looked at the woman with a bright smile under him and smiled faintly.

Ruan Mengmeng was right, his heart was indeed with her, and he didn't know when she was seduced away.

Perhaps it was because her outstanding beauty and hot temper left a deep impression on him on the first day they met that he couldn't help but want to get closer to her every time they met thereafter.

In fact, while Ruan Mengmeng was cooking, Mu Heng had already changed the bed sheets to bright red brocade embroidered sheets, which were soft and smooth.

Ruan Mengmeng was lying in the middle of the big bed, her black hair spread out on the red sheets, very eye-catching.

She looked at the man above her, her figure reflected in his eyes. Sunk in the red bed sheets, Mu Heng at this moment was seductive yet evil.

Ruan Mengmeng couldn't help but caress Mu Heng's handsome and well-defined face, like a little girl infatuated with a handsome man. She smiled slightly and asked him, "Why do you always look so indifferent?"

Ruan Mengmeng has had this doubt in her mind for a long time. Mu Heng's true thoughts would only be revealed when he was intimate with her. However, at any other time, Mu Heng always had an ascetic look on his face with little sexual desire.

Many times, Ruan Mengmeng couldn't help but doubt herself, wondering if a beauty like her couldn't impress Mu Heng?

Or maybe Mu Heng has very high requirements for beauties, so isn’t Ruan Mengmeng considered a beauty?

No matter which possibility it is, it is enough to make Ruan Mengmeng feel sad.

Mu Heng took in the expression on Ruan Mengmeng's face. He pulled his thin lips slightly, raised the corners of his mouth, and smiled faintly: "Didn't I tell you that how do you know that I have no desire for you?"

Mu Heng leaned closer to Ruan Mengmeng, and his slightly hot breath fanned her face, making her feel itchy.

Mu Heng's cold voice rang in her ears: "Mrs. Mu, I want to tell you that I want to possess every inch of you, from your hair to your fingers."

Love is not a temple, it is clearly the ten miles of Yangzhou with lights never stopping.

Mu Heng's voice echoed in her heart, causing ripples that could not be restored to calm. It turned out that it was the sound of her abnormally rapid heartbeat, which was clearly audible.

Ruan Mengmeng didn't say anything. She looked at Mu Heng's face, put her arms around his neck, pulled him down, blocked his thin lips with her red lips, then slowly closed her eyes, the shadows in her eyes trembling faintly.

Mu Heng's eyes darkened, and he took the initiative, leading Ruan Mengmeng to wander in the river of love.

The four greatest joys in life: rain after a long drought, meeting an old friend in a foreign land, the wedding night, and getting your name on the list of successful candidates.

And this moment is Mu Heng’s real joy.

Because this is their real wedding night.

That night, Liuhuo urgently contacted Zhao Yan, trying to speed up the resolution of Ruan Mengmeng's "scandal".