Xia Jiu's tears fell down: "I thought you begged and hated me... In your dream... Don't want to see me..."

Shen Muhan tightened his thin lips.

She held his face and refused to let it go. She just wanted to have a good look at him again.

"Shen Muhan..." Xia Jiu whispered, "no, I should call you husband..."

Because of this sentence, Shen Muhan in her sight changed slightly, and the warmth in her eyes forced Qingleng away.

Xia Jiu smiled: "you still like... I call you... Right..."

Shen Muhan reached out and pressed her into his arms.

Xia Jiu grabbed his clothes and trembled all over: "husband, take me home."

Shen Muhan picked her up, opened the door and sat on it.

Wind shadow: "

Can we have some principles?

The car quickly went to the Qiandao Lake Villa. Xia Jiu always nestled in Shen Muhan's arms, clutching his clothes tightly and refusing to loosen them.

The wind shadow gently reminded: "little Lord, your body..."

"Put him down!" Shen Muhan said.

When the driver stopped, Feng Ying breathed a sigh of relief, "that is, let Xia Jiu go down. She doesn't deserve it."

"I'm talking about you." Shen Muhan said softly.

The car sped away.

Fengying stands in place: who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?

Shen Muhan took Xia Jiu home, because Xiao Shi and Xiao Xi had already slept. The whole villa was very quiet.

He just took her back to his master bedroom and put her on the bed.

She was so drunk that Shen Muhan was very angry. Who made her drink so much?

This woman, do you know how to cherish her body?

He got up and planned to wipe her with a hot towel. Xia Jiu held him tightly: "don't go!"

Shen Muhan was stiff and whispered, "I'll be right back."

"That won't work." Xia Jiu has been away from him for three years. It's not easy to see him in his dream. How can he be willing to leave.

Shen Muhan supported her with both hands, stabilized his body and didn't press her.

He opened his eyes and stared at the drunken woman: "I didn't want to leave at the beginning, but now I'm back. What's it?"

Xia Jiu also asked himself this question countless times.

In three years, she had the answer.

She opened her eyes and intersected with the man's eyes, "I used to think we were inappropriate... I felt wronged. But... I think now, it doesn't matter. I can try more. What you don't know... I'll just tell you. You don't want to try, i... I'll help you try... "

Her fingers touched his heart and felt an obvious scar. She carefully stroked the trace of the knife she gave him, trying to heal his scar.

He grabbed her hand, but Xia Jiu still said seriously: "I want to try and be with you... Even if I get hurt... I don't hesitate..."

The chilly eyebrow just went out.

"You like lying best." He whispered like nonsense.

Is she awake or really drunk now?

Are these words true, or because you want to take little ten and little eleven?

Shen Muhan dared not believe her.

I'm afraid it's doomed again.

"I just don't want to leave you anymore, Shen Muhan." Xia Jiu put his hands around his neck, raised his head and kissed his lips.

Her trembling body was directly attached to him.

....

Xia Jiu woke up with a splitting headache.

She rubbed her temples and remembered that she had drunk too much last night.

Then I remembered that I had a super real and super beautiful dream last night. In the dream, her Shen Muhan was still alive, took her home, returned to their once big bed, and then tangled together

Xia Jiu's face was burning in an instant.

She rubbed her cheeks and remembered everything last night. Even a dream was enough to satisfy her... He really had a dream, and it was so clear that she could even feel his every breath, lingering and hot.

No, Xia Jiu suddenly remembered that he shouldn't have been at the wedding ceremony of Jiang Bai and Qin Zheng last night?

She turned over and sat up, opened the quilt, and there were no clothes on her body. Instead, there were traces all over her.

A trace of pain flashed across his legs.

She... Drunk?

Xia Jiu was so upset that he slapped himself in the face.

What are you doing?

She grabbed her clothes, opened the door and ran out. When she saw the familiar space, she found that it was Qiandao Lake Villa.

As soon as she came out, she saw "Mr. Mu" sitting in a wheelchair with a bowl of things and said, "sobering soup."

Xia Jiu stretched out his hand and slapped him in the face: "what did you do last night?"

She subconsciously wrapped up her clothes: "don't think I said two words for you just to climb up to you. You think too much! You have no right to do anything to me! "

Shen Muhan is wearing a mask. His cold appearance has no trace of last night, although he indulged too much last night.

He raised his eyes and looked at her. Her face was flushed. He didn't know whether it was anger or the sequelae of last night.

"Surnamed mu, I tell you, I will call the police!" Xia Jiu said sternly.

I didn't know which of her words pleased him, but he laughed.

Xia Jiu felt more humiliated and heard him say, "you didn't say that in bed last night."

"You are shameless!" Xia Jiu raised his hand again.

Shen Muhan said quietly, "last night, you followed me, got into my car and threw yourself into my arms. I'm not Liu Xiahui. It's human nature that I can't resist such a passionate offensive. "

Xia Jiu: "

She was not completely broken last night. Her memory was broken, but she could remember it.

Suddenly, I remembered that I regarded him as Shen Muhan last night, and the clear face was in front of me.

Indeed, it seems that he chased his car and deliberately grabbed him.

Xia Jiu was suddenly hot and dry. He was so ashamed that he wanted to dig a hole in place.

"Remember?" Shen Muhan's voice was slightly sarcastic.

Xia Jiu doesn't turn his face to cover up his embarrassment.

She pursed her lips slightly and hung her head. Her long hair like a waterfall covered her hot face.

"Shall I call the police for you?" Shen Muhan took time to tidy up his sleeves and looked at her.

Xia Jiu heard the ridicule and ridicule in his words.

She was extremely embarrassed. "Forget it, just pretend nothing has happened. Think of it as being bitten by a dog. "

Shen Muhan laughed softly, then stopped immediately and resumed his indifference.

Xia Jiu hesitated to look at him. He was wearing a mask. He really couldn't see anything.