My Cunning Little Wife - Chapter 380

She looked at him for a long time. The bottom of his eyes seemed to be a dark black hole. She bent her lips and asked, “what’s the matter with you, what’s the matter with you?”

I don’t like to quarrel with him, but I don’t like to quarrel with him

Roy’s fingers curled down on the side of his body, and his lips gave birth to a mockery. “In your eyes, am I a woman who makes trouble out of nothing?”

Without waiting for him to answer, he said, “do you think all the women in the world are not as gentle and virtuous as ye Ning’er? In that case, why don’t you leave me with her and let her get divorced? It’s not that she’s going to die. It’s not that hard. ”

The man’s eyes did not move away from her face, “why do you always pull Ning’er between us? These are none of her business.”

Roy can’t help laughing, “is it you who meet her on a date? Is it you who go to see her in the middle of the night? It’s none of her business?” The sneer of the corner of the woman’s mouth is more thick, “she is not so lofty as you say!”

A turn of tone, coldly light way, “and, don’t always pinch my face, although my face is not to South Korea plastic surgery, but also can’t stand you such a pinch, after all, your fingers are like iron bars.”

Smelling speech, he immediately withdrew his hand and glanced at her. There were red marks on her cheek. He frowned, but he didn’t make much effort.

When he wanted to say something more, Roy had turned around, and the expression that she didn’t want to look at him was not hidden.

Half ring, Mucheng sat on the sofa, raised his hand to press the temple, and then conveniently felt out the mobile phone from his pocket. When he saw the message, he opened it and saw that the sender was Xiang duo. His eyebrows were getting tighter and tighter, and his thin lips became a straight line.

Sitting for a while, walking to the bedroom, the heartless woman holding a tablet in the brush game, just after the fight, she was in the mood to play the game? How big is the heart?

Walk to her in front, stretch out a hand to take away her tablet, Luo Yi is naturally discontented, looking up at him, “you have something to say quickly, don’t disturb me to play the game.”

He can’t even compete in a game?

When she came back to Ancheng, she was impatient and impatient most of the time. Occasionally, she was very quiet. There were two extreme contrasts: “did you hear my conversation with Xiangduo?”

She blinked, did not deny, “yes, you don’t want to get married, I don’t think how unexpected, we are the kind of underground love, can’t put on the table.”

Mu Cheng congeals with the woman sitting on the bed. Her jaw is tight with perfect radian. The unpleasant noise rings out under the background music of the game, “you talk well.”

She was still smiling lazily, “I’m the one who talks like this. I’m not as soft as your soft sister zhining’er, but you don’t like me. Drive me away, no one told you to see!”

Mucheng restrained his temper, “as far as the status quo is concerned, we can’t get married. We’ll arrange it after the situation is stable in a few years.”

Can’t get married? I don’t want to get married. I don’t think it’s necessary to find an excuse to prevaricate her. It’s really boring. She stretched out her waist and laughed with a lack of interest. “We’ll talk about it in a few years. Maybe we’ll break it up at that meeting.”

She prefers to live in the present. The future is too far away.

The man stares at her lazy and loose appearance, and the accumulated flame at the bottom of his heart finally comes up. He says without changing his face, “I get angry when I see you like this. I always feel that the fire in my body doesn’t vent on you. It’s very uncomfortable!”

He took off his coat and threw it aside. His tall body rushed towards her without warning. Roy was suddenly pressed into the quilt by him. She had never resisted so strongly. But this time, no matter how she bit him, scolded him or beat him, she could not shake the man half a cent. During the time, she cried.

After an unhappy love affair, she sat by the head of the bed, her eyes empty, her little face with tears, and her face looked pathetic and very pale.

Mucheng tried to wipe her tears, the woman suddenly turned her face to his eyes, so resentful, with unprecedented anger, as if he had committed some heinous crime. He raised his hand and fanned it without thinking about it. His fingers were in the air, and the next second thick finger belly still wiped away her tears, very natural tone, “do you want to go downstairs or eat?” I’ll serve it up? ”

He didn’t seem to care about being beaten, “I’d better go down and serve it to you.”

For a long time, Luo Yi didn’t lose her temper like this. She was tired and half closed her eyes. She didn’t get out of bed until the man’s back disappeared at the door of the bedroom.

More than ten minutes later, Mucheng took a plate with a bowl of porridge and some small dishes on it, went to the door, released a hand, turned the handle of the door, and the next second, twisted his eyebrows, the door locked!

The man’s handsome face sank and turned to go downstairs. Aunt Fang looked at him and brought back the porridge, and asked, “Miss Luo won’t eat again?”

Instead of answering her question directly, he looked at the clean kitchen and said, “aunt Fang, heat the porridge.”Finally, he went up the stairs again, stood in the corridor, staring at the door, roughly thinking whether it was better to kick the door or what to do. By chance, Luo Jingchen’s phone call came in, had a conversation, and then thought of her recent look, and finally agreed to let her go home for a few days.

As Luo Jingchen said, it’s easy for them to quarrel when they are together now. He can’t control himself. It’s not a good trend for him to go on for a long time. He doesn’t want the contradiction to become more and more intense. What he wants is the woman to stay with him all the time.

Before hanging up, he said, “if I can’t find her by then, I’ll count it on you.”

“Just like you are old-fashioned and boring, it’s no wonder that Lao San has to be angry with you every day, and women have to be more noisy. Just like me, he coaxes his wife so well.”

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At the moment when he saw her kneeling on the ground and being scolded by Luo Xiaotian for being unmarried and pregnant in Luo’s old house, Mucheng’s brain had a short pause, but the chaotic scene didn’t give him extra time to think. When he said he was going to get married, Luo Yiteng stood up from the ground. His charming face was covered with emotions he didn’t understand. Did he believe he would marry her or didn’t want to marry him? Either way, he would not tolerate it.

He didn’t want to make her pregnant now, but he never wanted to kill her baby after she got pregnant!

Marriage is the best choice. He will never let his tragedy repeat itself in his children.

Tragedy should stop, not continue.