But, this is the first time for 놛껩 to be a brother.
"Ming Xuan..." Yan Mojiu's fingers trembled uncontrollably.
I understand the meaning behind her words.
No one taught her how to do her best. She had to make her own way. After her father died of illness, she was the only one left at home, depending on each other.
He had to take care of her, fight in Lincheng, and bear the heavy burden of revenge for his mother.
As long as the mother and son are not eliminated, the potential danger will always exist, like a thorn in the side that cannot be removed.
"You put too much pressure on yourself, so in my heart you changed from the big brother in white to the ninth master of Lincheng." Meng Mingxuan covered her trembling hand, "When will you change back?"
"Tomorrow." Yan Mojiu calmed down and kissed her on the forehead. "I'll change it back for you tomorrow."
"Then I'll wait." Meng Mingxuan smiled.
Yan Mojiu felt better and took her to her feet. "Go wash your face and go to bed."
It's very late.
"Yeah." Meng Mingxuan followed 놛 and looked at 놛's long, wet eyelashes. "Hubby, you're crying."
"……No."
"It's quite touching when my husband cries."
“…”
"It's so annoying."
“…”
Silence is Cambridge tonight.
Meng Mingxuan failed to amuse him and was sullen for a moment. Didn't he pinch her waist and kiss her at this time in the past? As expected, he still failed to comfort her.
When the two came out of the bathroom, turned off the lights and lay on the bed, Meng Mingxuan lay in Yan Mojiu's arms, very restless and moving around.
"Is the rose thorn chief coming?"
“…”
What the hell.
Meng Mingxuan simply climbed on top of 놛, hugged 놛's neck and kissed 놛.
Yan Mojiu let her kiss him a few times, and when she tried to go deeper, he held her shoulders with both hands and gently pushed her up.
"You reject me?" Meng Mingxuan was slightly annoyed.
"This kind of thing happens naturally when love overflows and physical emotions are stimulated. Mingxuan is now overflowing with love for her husband, or she feels sorry for him and wants to comfort him in this way."
“…”
As expected, she should be with you. Look, you are still in the mood to preach to her.
"If you really want to comfort your husband, just hug him. A hug is the warmest comfort in the world." Yan Mojiu watched the annoyance in her eyes disappear, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly.
"Okay, I'll hug you." Meng Mingxuan reached out to 놛's back and hugged 놛 with all her strength.
"You want to strangle me?"
"I can't strangle you to death with my limited strength." Besides, she couldn't bear to do it.
Yan Mojiu laughed softly and reached out to hug her tightly.
In this tight embrace, the heartbeats are intertwined and inseparable.
The coldness and guilt gradually dissipated, replaced by overwhelming warmth and love.
"Mingxuan, I won't lose you again." Yan Mojiu said softly.
When 놛 pushed her hand away and said that 놛 was not worthy of being her brother, what she meant was probably, "Don't you want me anymore?"
But she didn't say that.
She said to him, "Don't you want me anymore?"
She endured so much grievance for me.
놛놙땣 will make up for it with the love that is full of the rest of my life.
"Even if one day you no longer love me, I will return to being your brother."
Meng Mingxuan didn't like to hear this, "Then it must be that you have another woman outside, so I don't love you anymore."
"No." Yan Mojiu said firmly. How could there be another woman?
There is a her in my eyes.
"Then I have to love you." Meng Mingxuan snorted.
Yan Mojiu paused and touched her head. "Well, I was wrong. We will love each other forever. In the next life, the next life, and all the lives to come, we will find each other and continue to love each other."
Meng Mingxuan smiled, "That's right."
"Lie down and sleep." He let go of her. He was not Liu Xiahui. Reason was one thing and the body was another.
If you love her so much, your body will naturally love her to the core.
But I'm in a bad mood tonight and don't want to bring this mood into this matter.
"Oh." Meng Mingxuan lay down obediently and leaned into his arms. "Before you go to bed, I'll say it again. Remember, what Yan Yuting said were all dreams, and they were exaggerated dreams. You have to believe what I say. Don't believe it."
"Got it." Yan Mojiu kissed her forehead, "Go to sleep quickly, don't think about it anymore."
After worrying for a whole day and tossing and turning for a whole night, Meng Mingxuan was really exhausted. She felt like she had moved several large buildings, and she fell asleep in Yan Mojiu's arms in less than a minute.
Yan Mojiu stroked her hair gently and closed his eyes not wanting to think about anything else. However, the human brain was out of control. Yan Yuting's words turned into various images, tearing at his heart and making it bloody.
I can't sleep.
I thought, I really overestimated myself.
Looking at Meng Mingxuan in his arms, Yan Mojiu hugged her tighter.
This way, you will feel better.
No, she is lying, she is lying to herself.
Lie to yourself, you haven't lost her.
The next day, when Meng Mingxuan woke up, it was already bright. Yan Mojiu, who was sleeping with her in his arms, had not yet gotten up to go to the company. She reached for her cell phone and looked at the time. It was eleven o'clock, so she didn't even need to have breakfast.
"Why don't you sleep a little longer?" Yan Mojiu woke up the moment she moved, his voice noticeably hoarse, and he forced himself to fall asleep almost until dawn.
"Aren't you going to work?" She touched the stubble on her chin, which was a little prickly.
"I'm going to take a break for a while, take care of some personal matters, and take Mingxuan on a honeymoon."
“…”
Are you so free?
"Get up and wash up first, then go downstairs to eat." Yan Mojiu hugged her and sat up. "After dinner, I will go next door and tell my elder sister that you will take full charge of the recent work matters."
"Sister is from the Qin family."
"Then I'll let my sister change her surname to Meng."
“…”
Old Master Qin was so angry that he had a heart attack.
The two chatted as they got out of bed and went to the bathroom to wash up. While squeezing the cream, Meng Mingxuan looked up at the man in the mirror and asked, "Have you changed back?"
Yan Mojiu paused, "It has changed back."
"Then smile for me."
"I'll smile at you after I wash up."
"All right."
After washing up, Meng Mingxuan was pressed against the bathroom wall and kissed thoroughly.
“…”
He laughed, but after he finished laughing, they kissed.
After going downstairs and finishing their meal, Yan Mojiu went to talk to Qin Changan and Meng Mingyou about taking a long vacation. Meng Mingxuan did not go with them, saying that she wanted to go see Old Man Yan.
Yan Mojiu really didn't think much about it at this moment. After all, Yan Zheng was stabbed and hospitalized, and Old Man Yan knew the truth about his childhood and was hit hard. As a junior, he should really go and take a look.
What no one expected was that Meng Mingxuan returned to the Yan family's old house, crying before entering the door, and kneeling as soon as she entered the door.
"Grandpa, please make the decision for Brother Nine."
Meng Mingxuan's eyes were full of tears, and crystal tears rolled down her fair cheeks, making her look so pitiful.
Mr. Yan was so frightened that the walnuts in his hand fell.
The old housekeeper was so distressed that he bent over and went forward to help her up: "Oh, what's the matter with you, ancestor? If the eldest master knew, he would be heartbroken. Get up quickly, get up quickly."
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