The sweet wife is too sweet: Husband, do you want a hug?

Chapter 139 If You Don't Love Me, Please Don't Treat Me Well

After coming out of the bathroom, Tang Xinyan's face and expression had returned to normal except for her slightly red eyes.

She is not a person who likes to show her inner fragility.

In fact, she also knew that Ye Weiya couldn't believe everything she said, after all, Ye Weiya had already regarded her as a rival in love.

If she and Mo Chiwei got married because of love, she would definitely find out if it was true.

But they are not.

They had only met two or three times before he proposed a flash marriage with her.

What is the reason for this has to be thought-provoking and doubtful.

She kept reminding herself not to be tempted by Mo Chiwei, but she was still attracted to him unknowingly.

Ye Weiya's words, no matter they are true or false, can just wake her up from his charm.

Tang Xinyan left without losing her temper. After talking to Mo Chiwei who was talking to Ye Lao in the banquet hall, she went to the beach outside the hotel.

She took a glass of whiskey, took off her shoes, and walked barefoot on the fine sand.

The waves made melodious sounds rhythmically like the sound of music. When the breeze hit, the fishy sea breeze wafted into the tip of her nose. Tang Xinyan raised her head and drank the strong wine in her glass in one gulp.

Mo Chiwei was worried about Tang Xinyan, so after greeting Mr. Ye, he went to the beach to look for Tang Xinyan.

The moonlight was excellent tonight, and from a distance, he saw a slender figure sitting by the sea.

She put her feet on the seashore, and the waves would come over from time to time, covering her fine white insteps.

I don't know what she thought of, her laughter was as clear as a silver bell.

He walked up to her and squatted down, looking at her flushed face and blurred eyes, he asked in a low voice, "Have you been drinking?"

Tang Xinyan raised her long eyelashes, looked at the handsome and picturesque man beside her, and said with a smile, "Yes, I drank a glass of whiskey."

Mo Chiwei brushed aside her long hair that was blown to her cheeks and blocked her almond eyes, and looked at her smiling but inexplicably sad expression, frowning slightly, "Still unhappy?"

Tang Xinyan shook her little head like a rattle, she smiled a little silly, "I'm not unhappy, in fact, people have to learn to be content, learn to recognize reality, and learn to control themselves——"

Mo Chiwei couldn't understand what she was saying.

It was late at night and the wind was strong.

She was wearing thin clothes, and Mo Chiwei was afraid that she would catch a cold from the sea breeze when she was drunk, so he stretched out his hand to her, "Get up, let's go back to the hotel."

Tang Xinyan let out an obedient oh.

However, she didn't put her hand in his.

She put her little hands on the sand and stood up unsteadily.

Mo Chiwei looked at her, wondering if it was his illusion, he always felt that she was inexplicably more alienated from him.

Holding her forehead, she followed him unsteadily towards the outside of the hotel.

Originally thought that drinking a glass of whiskey would not get you drunk, but she ignored the strongness of the wine.

His head was as heavy as a golden stone, and his steps were staggering as if he was about to fall at any time.

Mo Chiwei looked at her, his steps were fixed, and his tall body stopped in front of her.

"I'll carry you to the parking lot."

Looking at his slender and strong back, her eyes were sore.

Mo Chiwei, Mo Chiwei, if you can't like me, please don't be nice to me!
I'm not a man of stone, I don't have a heart carved out of wood.

Seeing her standing still, he looked back at her, "I'll carry you, or the princess."

Tang Xinyan pursed her lower lip tightly. After trying her best to control her emotions, she lay on his back.

(End of this chapter)