Hubby, Please Spare Me

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Shui Miaomiao ran a few steps, blocking his face, his eyes flashing, and made an excuse, saying, "He is on a business trip and not at home."

Shen Mochen did not believe at all, reaching for her arms around her waist.

The hot temperature was on her waist.

Shui Miaomiao was shocked and opened her eyes.

Shen Mochen easily picked her up, turned around, took her to a step below him, released her hand, and continued to go upstairs.

Shui Miaomiao has never seen such an unreasonable and overbearing person.

She was about to catch up and the phone rang.

Yan Jingxi saw the mobile phone number for Yan Yan and quickly answered it, preparing to tell him not to open the door.

Yan Yan first said: "Mom, I'm doing something outside now. Come back in half an hour."

Shui Miao Miao glanced at Shen Mochen's back, and God helped her too.

Shui Miaomiao narrowed her charming eyes and said with a smile; "My dear, don't worry, you can go on a business trip outside, rest assured at home. Don't worry, come back, we will contact you again."

"Ah?" Yan Yan was confused.

"Ah, what I say is what!" Shui Miaomiao hung up the phone and watched Shen Mochen standing at the door of the third floor thoughtfully.

Shui Miaomiao walked upstairs quickly, took the key from the bag, shook the key to Shen Mochen, and said to Shen Mochen in a relaxed tone: "It seems that if you don't come in, you won't give up, see Right."

Shui Miaomiao opened the door, leaned against the door frame, and said lazily: "There is no one in it, President, **** it."

Shen Mochen glanced at the shoe rack.

There are slippers, sandals, running shoes for the hostess and the child, no men.

Shen Mochen raised his mouth, walked in, and looked around.

She is very small here, about sixty square meters, two rooms, one hall, one kitchen and one bathroom.

Small but complete.

The layout is very warm.

On the wall, there is a football.

Shen Mochen narrowed his eyes suspiciously and said, "Few people in China like to play rugby."

Shui Miaomiao followed his gaze to the wall, pulling a guilty smile for a second, and said, "You also say very little, very little, not without."

Shen Mochen walked over, flipped the rugby, saw the signature on the rugby, flashed a streamer in his eyes, turned his eyes, looked at Shui Miaomiao, and asked, "Have you been to the United States? TomBrady is a famous American rugby player!"

Shui Miaomiao shuddered, pretending to be calm, first put the plastic bag in the hand into the refrigerator, and squinted, said: "How could I let the famous American players sign, you think too much, this I bought it on Taobao, it’s cheap, and it’s hanging on the wall for decoration."

"Really?" Shen Mochen asked Shui Miaomiao's delicate face.

"Why did I lie to you and cheat you for meat? Or would you buy that rugby? I bought it for fifty yuan, and you bought it for one hundred yuan. Is that interesting?" Shui Miao said playfully, stepping forward , Take down the football and hand it to Shen Mochen.

Shen Mochen took the rugby and put it on the sofa, his voice softened a bit, and asked, "Is Grandpa love Shui Shui?"

"Grandpa loves Shui Shui?" Shui Miao Miao repeated suspiciously.

Shen Mochen looked at her surprised look, raised her lips slightly, took out a piece of paper from the standard bag, and handed it to Shui Miaomiao.

Shui Miaomiao hurried to take it, still carrying his temperature on the paper.

Warm.

However, what made her feel more thorny than her body temperature was the content on the paper.

Shui Miaomiao felt a thunderbolt on a sunny day.