The Most Loving Marriage In History: Master Mu’s Pampered Wife

When she said this, she did not continue to say it. The light lip line was slightly squatting, and it was paused. Then he leaned over to him in his deep dawn, and went to his front, directly to the actual The action proved himself, and gently printed a kiss on his cool thin lips.

Originally wanted to kiss and then directly retreat, and as if to know her temperament, in the moment she is about to retreat, his idle long arm has accurately stopped her slender waist, one hand pressed her narrow back Going to his chest...

The familiar and quiet cold scented up the sea, and the whole person was brought into his arms by his impenetrable wind, and he could hear his heartbeat clearly.

"You are ending with him, and we... just started... he can make you remember for so many years, to be honest, sometimes it’s **** uncomfortable... oh..."

She did not let him go down again, a cool kiss would block all his words back.

He is pleased to accept it, it is rare for her to take the initiative, like him, that is definitely not going to go with his own benefits!

Originally, I wanted to try it, but I didn’t want to go down. The faster I fell, the more I struggled to squeeze out the last sense of reason, thinking of my body, dumb and vocal, said, "Don't... summer night... will be transmitted to you..."

The control he has always been proud of has become more and more vulnerable in front of her. If she did not touch her beauty before, she could barely control it, however...

When she yelled at him, he couldn't stand it. He even got annoyed -

Mu Xiaochen, I really didn't expect that you will have today's heart and soul!

Is she too attractive or is her skill regressing?

......

The next day, Xi Xia night was awakened from a dizzy, unfortunately, she also caught a cold.

Mu Xiaochen gave her a vacation. Wang Jie also came over to prepare breakfast for the two people in the morning. The husband and wife were really afflicted. After simply eating breakfast, they took the medicine. After a little squatting, they felt that they did not ease. less.

In the afternoon, Amo sent the documents according to the instructions of Mu Chen, but did not see Mu Xiaochen and Xi Xia night. In the villa, only Wang Jie and two servants were packing up. He asked with suspicion. "What about the young master and the young lady?"

The busy Wang Jie thought for a moment and then replied, "The young master went out with the lady who had used breakfast."

out?

Are you sick and rest?

Amo frowned, hesitated, and wanted to say something. Suddenly he heard a sound of a cold wind whizzing outside, and then the exhortation of the maid also rang.

‘It’s raining, close the window! ’

‘The rain is clear during the Ching Ming period... I’m afraid it’s going to be like this in the next few days! ’

After listening to these words, Amo was stunned, his face changed unconsciously, and his eyes faded.

On April 5th, it was immediately a new year’s Ching Ming Festival, the day of the memorial...

On the weeping willow avenue leading to the Castle Peak Mausoleum, a black Cayenne quickly passed under the falling long willow and stopped in front of a flower shop on the side of the road.

The door was quickly opened, and Mu Chen was the first to get off the bus, followed by Xia Xia.

"Boss, come two bunches of calla..."

Mu Mochen swept a large bouquet of flowers in front of him, a touch of openness.

The boss nodded and quickly bandaged two beautiful white calla lilies, dotted with purple flowers in the middle.

"Go."

He handed one of them to her, and when he dropped such a sentence, he went to the high ladder that had been leading to the mountain, and the misty rain quickly ruined him.

Xi Xia night over-headed, silently watching the back of his already gone, his heart was slightly dull, seeing his back hidden in a few bleak and lonely, his eyes dimmed, holding an umbrella The hand was tight, and the light breath took a breath, so I followed it.

These days are the days of the Qingming Festival, the day of the memorial service, the mourning of the dead...

As you pass through the large tombstones, you can see that a lot of fresh flowers have been placed in front of many tombstones. It must have been someone who has come to worship.

The sky was very gloomy, and the misty rain covered the entire cemetery in a darkness.

After walking through the long ladder and then through a small path, the husband and wife finally came to the two tombstones.

He walked in front of him and took the lead. Her steps were not fast, so she stopped for a moment. One step went forward and moved the **** umbrella in his hand to the top of his head, and then followed him. I looked at the tombstone in front of me.

On the tombstone photo in front of her, she is a very young woman. She is very temperamental and beautiful. However, it looks faint and familiar. She always feels like she has seen this woman...

Looking down, I saw the woman's name - Muzixi!

Look at the year Geng...

"She is her aunt?"

Xi Xia night turned his head and looked at Mu Xiaochen, but the tone was affirmative.

Because from the woman's eyebrows, it seems that it can be faintly seen with Wang Hui.

Mu Xiaochen did not answer, but his gaze fell on the tombstone in front of him. There was some doubt in the summer night star, and he looked at the tombstone along his line of sight--

It was a very young man who looked very handsome and sunshine, and he was in his twenties.

Born in XX, XX, XX, XX, XX, XX, XX...

Calculate the time, until now, twenty-eight years old!

When you die, that is twenty-three years old...

His name is - Mu Lingtian!

Is it a person who is a family?

His brother?

However, Mu Tangchuan and Zhuang Shurong clearly only gave birth to a son, who is this Mu Lingtian?

Looking at the appearance of his photos, it is not like the two people like Mu Tangchuan and Mu Chenchen...

He looked at the photos in silence for a long time before he reached out and took the bouquet from her hand and placed it in front of the two tombstones. She looked confused and saw that his look was bleak and he wanted to ask something, but he still had a hard time. Hold back.

"She is her aunt, I think you should be familiar with her, do you think it is familiar?"

For a moment, his low voice suddenly passed.

Xi Xia night looked over at him, but he was watching the photo on the tombstone for a moment, and she paused to look at the photo. After a while, he nodded. "I feel very familiar. It seems like I have seen it before."

He sighed in a low voice. "My aunt was a smash hit artist in the entertainment industry. You should have heard of her stage name... it is called Mu Zi..."

Mu Zi?

I listened to Xia night, and the next moment was a little shock!

She certainly heard the name!

When she was still young, this Mu Zi was a big star in the red half of the sky!