Sir, Madam Went Back To Her Maternal Home Again

  Chapter 127 Vegetarian

   "...You, gentle scum..." Wen Hua tightly closed her eyes.

  The man chuckled lightly, in a low alcoholic voice: "Well, gentle scum."

  …

  Adam's apple rolled, he pursed his lips tightly, his eyes became darker and darker.

  After finishing, he put the medicine bottle back on the bedside table, flexing his slightly stiff knuckles.

  Pull away the pillow covering her face, revealing a small face, which is really... very destructive.

   Resisting the restlessness, he leaned over and kissed the corner of her mouth, and said in a hoarse voice, "have a good rest."

  After the person left, Wen Hua panted heavily, turned her head to look at the ointment on the bedside.

   He used up half a bottle!

   Sven scum!

   After calming down the madness, shame and anger, she couldn't bear the fatigue and fell into a deep sleep, and it was six o'clock in the afternoon when she woke up again.

  Woke up by Luo Qingyu's phone call.

"Hello?"

   "Listen to your voice, are you still awake?" Luo Qingyu sneered, "That's amazing, Mr. Xi."

  Wen Hua bit her lip, getting angry when she thought of her unreliable cousin, "It's not because of you."

  Luo Qingyu, who was eating melon, paused, "Huh? What did I do?"

   "Whoever gave you a perfect score in reading comprehension said he was not good, and when he found out, he blamed me and thought I was slandering him outside."

   "Oh." Luo Qingyu suddenly realized, "So he cleaned you up so that you couldn't get out of bed?"

   "Mr. Xi is mighty, and I tell you with my own words that you can't speak ill of people behind their backs. How did you feel last night?"

  !

  Wen Hua; "I don't want to talk to you within 48 hours, hang up."

  Hung up the phone and threw the phone aside, endured the pain and got up and went to the bathroom to wash up briefly.

  Looking at the mottled patch on her neck, she bit her lip slightly.

how do you feel?

  What else can I do.

   It was Xi Mo who brought the dinner to her room. After eating, she said with a cold face that she wanted to sleep alone, but the man agreed without saying anything.

  Probably he also knew that he was a bit too much last night.

  Wen Hua didn't go out for a whole weekend. When she went to school on Monday, she deliberately wore a high-necked dress to cover the marks on her neck.

   Fortunately, it won't be strange to wear it in winter.

  This is the last week of school, and after this week, the long winter vacation will usher in, and because there are so many things to do in the last week, she stays in the study after returning home, and even asks to sleep in the guest bedroom at night.

  Xi Moshi wanted to invite her back to the master bedroom several times, but it was the first time for her, she was scared once, and she didn't look good towards him for a few days, let alone go to the master bedroom by herself.

  So, the man who just started eating meat was left hanging for a week.

  On the weekend, Wen Hua finally had a vacation. He wanted to stay at home with his wife, but he didn't want to be ignored by others, so he went out to play with friends.

   It just so happened that Xie Jun and Fu Ming came to Tongcheng and asked him to have a drink, and he went to the appointment with a stomach full of anger that had nothing to vent.

"Hey, what's the matter with you two, your complexion is as dark as winter clouds, ordinary people are not capable of making you so depressed and angry." Fu Ming held a glass of wine at his fingertips, with a gloating smile on his face, "Let me make a blind guess. It should be Mrs. Xie and Mrs. Xi."

  As soon as the words fell, Xi Mo's originally indifferent handsome face became more tense, and he remained silent.

Xie Juan on the side frowned displeasedly, swallowed a cup of wine, and couldn't hold back his words, "It was a marriage at the beginning, but she said that after marriage, everyone will play their own way, as long as they don't cause trouble to the families of both parties, everything will be fine. , I was drinking at a bar last month, and a woman happened to strike up a conversation with me. She bumped into it, and ended up having a cold war with me for a week. I obviously didn’t do anything, how could she be so angry at me? She played outside more than I was still crazy and I didn't get angry with her, and I didn't listen to the explanation, and even had dinner with her ex-boyfriend to make me angry."

   Today, I didn’t write any words in order to revise the manuscript. It’s purely for mentality.

   Well, let’s write less ambiguous scenes in the future

  (end of this chapter)