Hubby, Please Spare Me

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Shui Miaomiao shook his head. "I'm not worried about this. I'm going back to see my son."

Shen Mochen's eyes were still bleak, put the wine glass down and said softly: "I will take you back."

Shui Miaomiao knelt on the sofa, pressed Shen Mochen's shoulders with both hands, looked down at him, bent his crescent-like eyes, and raised a smile and said: "You drank, you come back on the road, I don't worry, I After a while, I will be home soon. You don’t have to worry. Besides, who am I? I am Shui Miaomiao, a superwomen who are strong enough to make the enemy chill."

Shen Mochen chuckled, looked at her spoiledly, and said, "That's why I need to send you to the taxi first."

"Huh." Shui Miaomiao nodded, leaned over, kissed on Shen Mochen's face, and said brightly, "Thank you husband."

After a bit of sweetness lay in Shen Mochen's heart, gradually, he felt another uncomfortable feeling.

No matter what kind of husband he is, he can't sleep with her, sneaky.

He began to hate hidden marriages.

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Shen Mochen took Shui Miaomiao's hand to the road.

She was very clever and sticky, leaning on his arm and leaning on him, not speaking, light and light.

The moonlight fell on them, leaving a small silhouette in front of them.

When he was in college, he often saw a man and a woman walking on the road with their arms around each other, or a man and a woman sitting on a chair, leaning on and doing nothing.

He feels that they are wasting their lives and time, what super boring talents will do.

But now, he feels that her little head is leaning on his arm, the body is soft, with a sweet and elegant fragrance, lingering on the tip of his nose, his heart, there is a kind of warmth in his In the senses.

He even hoped that this residential road to the road would be longer, longer and longer.

After all, no matter how long it is, the taxi will come to the end. The taxi has arrived too soon.

Shen Mochen stepped forward to stop the car, opened the rear door, and asked Shui Miaomiao: "Call me back home. If you have a headache tomorrow, remember to take anti-alcoholic medicine. At 10 am, gather in front of the church in Qingfeng Park. Don't be late."

Shui Miaomiao chuckled, "Got it, dad."

Shen Mochen's eyes deepened, "Don't call it indiscriminately, I don't have a hobby of chaos."

Shui Miaomiao threw a tongue at him mischievously.

The car started.

Shen Mochen stood on the spot, watching her go away, before turning back.

He sat on the sofa and continued to drink the cocktail made by Shui Miaomiao.

The more I think, the more strange Shui Miaomiao is tonight.

Who hit her face?

She came here as if just to drink this wine.

Shen Mochen shook the wine glass in his hand and looked at the air in front of Ling Rui, without her around, he was really not used to it.

Shen Mochen was upset and irritable. After drinking all the wine in his glass, he took out his mobile phone.

Shui Miaomiao should be home now, not far from him.

The mobile phone rings.

Shen Mochen hurriedly opened it, a text message from Shui Miaomiao.

"I'm home now, I'm sleeping, good night."

He didn’t like the word good night, because good night meant she didn’t want him to bother him.

Shen Mochen sent a text message and asked, "Do you really not want to tell me who has beaten you today?"

Shui Miaomiao looked at Shen Mochen's text message, and her eyes stopped.