Yan Mojiu was very moved by Meng Mingxuan's eyes. She seemed to want him to be more confident. He was the first person of the opposite sex that attracted her attention and her first love.
Thaksin.
He had been with her for so many years, how could he not know which of her words were true and which were false.
But in addition to being moved and believing, a sense of sadness slowly rose in his heart.
There were still many things she hadn't told him.
She didn't want to lie to him, she was afraid that he would be sad, so she hid all her sadness and carefully took care of his emotions.
"Originally, I wanted to let Mingxuan go tonight."
He lowered his head and kissed the corner of her mouth.
“But I can’t help it now.”
Meng Mingxuan: “…”
Ah, she was just expressing her feelings.
"Let's go to the bathroom."
Yan Mojiu pulled off the quilt on her body, picked her up and walked towards the bathroom. She naturally put her arms around his neck and muttered, "I should have told you during the day."
"The result will be the same during the day." Yan Mojiu put her under the shower and began to kiss her. "Even if Mingxuan sent a WeChat message to 놖, 놖 would fly back from the company."
“…”
He is a wolf.
Meng Mingxuan quickly threw herself into the kiss. She knew that he preferred her response in love matters rather than vague love words.
He touched her hair, breathing rapidly, and began to unpack something he had picked up from nowhere. He kissed her as he did so. She opened her eyes slightly and felt inexplicably that he seemed to be suppressing some emotion.
She soon ignored her husband. The hot water was already hot, and his body temperature was even hotter. Her and his figures overlapped together, as if they were born to love each other.
When she raised her head, he bent down and kissed her. She vaguely saw that the corners of his eyes were a little red.
After a long time, the two came out of the bathroom. Yan Mojiu dried her hair, changed her into new pajamas, and held her in his arms and lay down in the quilt.
"Brother Jiu, I really envy you." She felt a little sleepy in his arms.
"Are you envious of having a good wife?" He smiled.
"..." Why does she envy him for this? Then shouldn't he envy her for having a good husband?
Meng Mingxuan raised her hand and touched his hair. "I really envy Brother Jiu for not having to blow dry his hair. Every time Brother Jiu blows my hair, my hair is dry."
Before Yan Mojiu could reply, she said, "Why don't you go get your hair cut?"
"I remember Mingxuan said that she liked long hair." He lowered his eyes to look at her in his arms. She had never cut her hair short since she was a child. She always trimmed it slightly to keep her hair at a fixed length.
She is a little conceited.
"But it will be tiring for you to blow-dry your hair every day." She looked at him with clear eyes that still contained some emotion.
He still has a lot to do.
When he has dealt with the couple and eliminated the hidden dangers, she will also be able to go out to work, and by then no one will care about her long hair.
"Mingxuan, I told you when you were very young that you are not my burden, not my trouble, not my encumbrance." Yan Mojiu gently held her lower body and gave her a light kiss without a trace of lust, "You are my sweet delight."
Meng Mingxuan's eyes moved slightly.
"You don't need to take care of your emotions or consider your feelings, because for Yan Mojiu, Meng Mingxuan's emotions and feelings are the only measure of his mood." He flicked her forehead gently, "If you forget what you said, I will tell you again every day until you remember it."
“……”That’s so annoying.
He is not her head.
But Meng Mingxuan thought of the years when they depended on each other, and reached out to hug his waist tightly.
"I haven't forgotten." She gently nuzzled his chest. "When I love someone, I always feel sorry for him. I'm afraid that you'll be hard-working and tired."
"Oh, then you don't have to be so distressed. You can just be more distressed about other things. For example, you can skip the step of begging for mercy just now..."
Meng Mingxuan raised her hand to cover his mouth and said woodenly: "There's no need to talk about this."
Who can stand a wolf?
She wanted to feel sorry for him but she could only do her best, she couldn't go crazy with him.
In this matter, he should be more concerned about her.
He has always been very tolerant.
"Then, Mingxuan, smile for your brother." He wanted to see her smile.
Meng Mingxuan raised her head, adjusted her mood and angle, and gave him a sweet and gentle smile.
"Very beautiful." Yan Mojiu pressed his fingers on the curve of her mouth, as if to freeze this smile, "Are you sincere?"
"Of course." Meng Mingxuan held his wrist. "Since arriving in Kyoto, every minute and every second I've been with you has been genuine, and every smile has been from the heart. Brother Jiu, don't doubt this."
Yan Mojiu hugged her and said, "No doubt, just confirmation."
He was so afraid that she would be sad.
So scared.
Ninth brother... doesn't seem as happy as usual.
Meng Mingxuan felt suffocated in his arms, feeling a little heavy-hearted, but soon fell asleep under Yan Mojiu's gentle coaxing and patting.
She is too tired.
When Meng Mingxuan woke up in the morning, Yan Mojiu was not around. There was still a loving note on her phone: [I am at home, remember to go downstairs and eat eggs after you get up. There is broccoli this morning. 】
“…”
Heavy love from Brother Nine.
Meng Mingxuan resigned herself to getting up and washing up, her mind filled with the green color of broccoli.
When we got downstairs, the servant brought us chopped eggs and broccoli with a smile, "Miss."
“…”
놖Thank you!
Fortunately, there is millet porridge, and she must be strong.
After breakfast, Meng Mingxuan sent Yan Mojiu an angry expression. Yan Mojiu was sitting in the office smoking, looking at the expression on his phone, but he didn't smile as usual.
Yan Mojiu tapped the screen with his slender fingers, sent a soothing expression, and then dialed the internal line.
"Ask Yan Shaoting to come to my office."
After hanging up the phone, Yan Mojiu lit another cigarette.
Yan Shaoting arrived soon. Xu Li opened the door for him. Seeing the mist in the office, his brows furrowed slightly, but he quickly retreated sensibly.
Xu Li stood at the door, feeling uneasy.
Jiu Ye hasn't smoked for a long time, why did he do that today?
In the morning, the door was fine, and he ordered the servant to give the young lady a plate of broccoli in addition to the breakfast of eggs and millet porridge. At that time, he tried to hold back his laughter, because he seemed to have seen the young lady's frowning face in advance.
Why do I...as soon as I arrive at the company?
Alas, he is such a worrywart.
In the office, Yan Shaoting walked forward, "Cousin."
"At the company, call me President Yan." Yan Mojiu threw the cigarette over, "Smoke it yourself."
"Thank you, Mr. Yan. I don't smoke anymore." Yan Shaoting said that he quit smoking shortly after he and Xuanxuan confirmed their relationship.
Xuanxuan doesn't like it.
Yan Mojiu said, "Is it because of Mingxuan?"
Yan Shaoting didn't answer.
"It's useless." Yan Mojiu blew out a smoke ring and stared at Yan Shaoting with sharp eyes, "Even if she smokes every day, she still loves you."
Yan Shaoting: “…”
After the silence, there is the pain like a sharp arrow piercing the heart.
Yes, even if he never smoked for the rest of his life, Xuanxuan would never look at him again.
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