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

As the car passed through the vast prairie and slowly passed through a quiet and beautiful town, the sky was already gray. When crossing the street, the old and the distant, you can hear the two sides on the summer night. The joyous tambourine, or the music played by some bands that the country orchestra swam, is very spiritual and very good.

The rear of Mu Lingshi is still playing a leisurely tempo, and can see that the interest is very good.

Passing through the lively streets, the car drove into a quiet and beautiful manor and stopped in front of a neat and beautiful house.

"Young master, little lady, is here!"

The car just stopped, and the black bodyguard waiting for a long time in front of the door immediately greeted the door.

"Come on! It's here! Scorpion, look down, isn't it right?"

Waiting for the summer night to get off, the rear Mu Ling poetry has already greeted him, standing next to Xi Xia night, leisurely looking up at the house in front, smiled.

Xi Xia night stood on the ground, this slowly raised his gaze, and looked at the front of the house in the eyes of Mu Lingshi.

The classic country wooden cottages are shrouded in dimly lit warm roads, with a small little fountain in front of them, lined with unknown flowers, or purple or red, surrounded by white low fences. Oh, it’s beautiful.

"There is a swimming pool behind! In the past, it was the prairie, there is a horse farm there! And there is the sea..."

Mu Ling Shi introduced.

Xi Xia night nodded happily, very satisfied, "very good, hard work for you."

Said, while turning his head, lifted his throat and looked at Mu Chen.

He smiled and glanced at her, then stepped inside and walked away.

"Let's go in too."

......

The house is very large, there are two floors, there are many rooms, and there are more than 20 rooms in the upper and lower floors. It is a private holiday estate, enough to arrange Wang Hui who came over a few days later.

The room where Mu Xichen and Xia Xia night is on the side of the sea. Standing on the balcony outside the room, you can see the opposite sea. The wind is also accompanied by the smell of a sea breeze. The ears are also wandering. The sound of the waves.

After dinner, Xi Xia night wanted to go to the market with Mu Ling Shi, but he didn't want to be stopped by men.

"Give me a good rest tonight, pour the jet lag, take you to play tomorrow, and now go in and take a shower and rest early."

When Xi Xia night just rushed to hold the handbag and wanted to go out, Mu Chenchen handed her a nightgown.

She squinted and glanced at him. "I told Ashi that I am going shopping this evening."

"After a night, take a rest, there are still days in the next few days, Ling Shi I have let her rest with Amo earlier. You don't worry if you can't come back, you should go."

He couldn't help but put the clothes on her hand.

The girl in the summer night was blind and gave him a look. "How is this guy like this?"

"How am I? Worried about you, you still have this look... Does anyone care about you like me?"

Mu Xiaochen also glanced at her and took the handbag in her hand. "It’s a woman with no conscience..."

"What is this look? Despise eyes!"

In the summer night, he glanced at him with a glance, rolled his eyes, and then went to the bathroom.

Mu Xiaochen looked at her figure that gradually disappeared into the bathroom. Then she smiled and shook her head, turned and closed the door.

......

It was already late at night in the town, but it was still very lively outside. The estate where they stayed was not far from the town. The balcony on the second floor could see the lights on the streets below. The voice of people's joy is faintly heard from the ear.

Mu Ling’s short shorts, standing on the balcony, looked at the flashing lights not far away, and still had a glass of freshly poured wine in his hand.

"So late, still not sleeping?"

Suddenly there was a Qingyin voice behind him. Mu Ling’s poem turned subconsciously. Mu Xiaochen didn’t know when she was standing behind her, looking at her with a leisurely look. Deep and not deep.

"brother!"

Mu Ling's poems were a little surprised to see a quiet and indifferent admiration, and a low voice.

"Is the scorpion sleeping? It's very tired today, why don't you rest early?"

"Still in the bath, come and see you."

Mu Xiaochen came to Mu Lingshi’s side to take a footstep and looked down at the sight of Mu Ling’s poem. The low voice was a little far away. “How? Stay with Amo here. For a few days, it seems quite good to see Amo."

Wen Yan, Mu Ling’s poem is Yang Yang’s eyebrows, bowing his head and sipping a drink. “He is happy because of your wedding with the nephew. These days, I often run to Los Angeles. I sometimes want to find him. No one is seen."

"As long as you get along well, I hope that your things will be settled early so that everyone can rest assured."

Mu Yuchen silently looked at the light and shadow swaying in front, said faintly.

"I know, but I am so big, you don't have to bother, don't worry, I think a lot during this time. Some things need to be let go, so that I can make myself better, so I will try it. Big Brother, you don't have to worry about me, I won't stand still."

Mu Ling’s poem looked at Mu Xiaochen with clear eyes. The long scar on his face was still there. The light light reflected was not clear, but Mu Chenchen understood that the scar was already deep. It was printed in the memory of Mu Ling's poems. Even if the time is long, after all, it can't be completely erased without leaving a trace.

Just like the things of Mu Lingtian...

"For so many years, I am very grateful to you and my parents for always protecting me well... When I came over the other day, when I was sorting things, I accidentally pulled out my mother's photo and watched it for a long time. But there is no impression at all."

"My aunt is a very gentle and beautiful woman. When I look at you, sometimes I can see her shadow occasionally. She gave birth to you not long after she gave birth. At that time, everything seemed very sudden, grandparents used a long time. There is no way to accept this."

Those memories seem to be quite far away. Mu Zhenchen thinks, and only remembers some broken fragments in his head. He suddenly retracted his eyes and looked at Mu Lingshi. His eyes were a little deep and deep, and his voice was very low. Haven't thought about finding your dad?"

father?

She doesn't know who her biological father is. Since she was sensible, Mu Tangchuan and Zhuang Shurong are her parents and Ling Tian's parents. It seems that they are no different from other children.