The Spoilt Wife’s Happy Life with the Commander

Lin Qing smiled slightly, looking at Mu Li, her eyes were a little complicated.

Mu Li held her in her arms again, and her breathing between her black hair seemed very low.

When Lin Qing heard it, he patted him, "Isn't it okay?"

She said, reaching out and gently pushing Mu Li away.

Mu Li didn't give her the chance, holding her tightly, her jaw against her hair.

"Who said it was all right."

Lin Qing didn't know the reason, and gave a slight meal.

"Then you're complaining to me?" She asked very stubbornly.

Think about it too, but she's hiding something so important.

Mu Liguo really showed an expression of dissatisfaction with her and rubbed her hair heavily.

Lin Qing pursed her lips.

She was tangled in her heart.

Even now looking at Mu Li like this, he will be full of anxiety while his heart beats fast.

She thought she was probably crazy.

Mu Li watched her expression change, and squeezed her cheek to make her return.

Who knew that he started a bit heavy, causing Lin Qing's cheeks to be flushed with red marks and bright fingerprints.

Lin Qing rubbed in pain, glanced at him, and pushed him aside.

"Then you blame me."

She said, a little discouraged, and turned to look in the mirror to continue combing her hair.

The long black hair poured down her shoulders, smooth and smooth.

Mu Li looked at the way she combed her hair, her hands full of femininity, but not publicity.

He reached out and held Lin Qing's hand holding the comb.

Lin Qing was focusing on combing her head. Although she was looking into the mirror, she did not notice Mu Li's movement.

When he was gripped, Lin Qing shook gently, and the comb fell from her palm.

The horn comb, accustomed to touching soft and long hair, suddenly faced the end of falling **** the hard ground.

However, Mu Li picked it up with his hands, and the horn comb combed firmly between his fingers.

Lin Qing was ready to take a deep breath and waited to hear it, but he didn't hear it.

Her slightly squinting eyes opened and she was looking in the mirror in front of her. Mu Li looked at herself with an expression she could not understand.

"How" She didn't finish talking, but was silent because of Mu Li's next move.

Seeing that Mu Li didn't say a word, took a comb from the top of her hair, followed her long hair, and straightened her hair.

Strange to say, usually Lin Qing made her hair like this, and it took a while to comb through.

This time, I did not see Mu Li combing a few more times, and the beautiful long hair obediently passed between the teeth of the comb, gently falling on Lin Qing's shoulder.

It's deceptive to say no.

Whoever encounters such a scene, I am afraid to have a heartbeat.

Not to mention Lin Qing who loves him.

She was sitting there quietly, looking at Mu Li, who combed her hair in the mirror, and looked at it with a stunned look.

Like to see him through.

Mu Li didn't care, she didn't notice it at all, combed her hair again, and put it in the big palm.

With the other hand, he went to the dresser and picked up a flower with a blue bow.

Three or two times, he **** Lin Qing's long hair, made a simple look, and tied it behind his head.

Lin Qing, always looking at the mirror, felt that Mu Li was like magic.

Then she turned her attention to herself, and Lin Qing realized that after Mu Li's transformation, she was not only beautiful, but also hidden the charmingness brought by her long hair.

Unexpectedly, Mu Li will still have this.

Lin Qing was a little surprised and novel. She went to see Mu Li's eyes.

Those smiling eyes were also looking at her, seemingly asking: What about my masterpiece?

Lin Qing wanted to answer.

But thinking that his movements are so skilled, he must have practiced them hundreds of times.

Her heart sank.

Who is that person?

The answer is obvious.

She is jealous.

Furiously jealous.

That woman can have his heart.

But she knew she couldn't compare.

All I have now, I will return someday.

Lin Qing opened her mouth and swallowed it.

"What do you want to say?" Mu Li raised an eyebrow and looked at his masterpiece.

He has always been keen to observe, but at this time he did not seem to notice the strange emotion in Lin Qing's eyes.

But maybe he just turned a blind eye.

He looked at Lin Qing, who had covered the dangerous and tempting atmosphere in front of him. He looked very satisfied.

Hands were placed on Lin Qing's shoulders very naturally.

Lin Qing was indifferent, and said after a while: "I just think that you are very skilled in the action of binding your hair."

She was awkward and didn't go to see Mu Li.

Mu Li smiled.

Lin Qing's vinegar is really obvious.

Staring at Lin Qing, who could not hide her jealousy, Mu Li squeezed on her chin: "Is she jealous?"

Lin Qing blinked: "No, no."

"Since it doesn't, I don't need to say more." Mu Li's eyes were obviously teasing a little more.

Lin Qing suddenly felt that no matter what Mu Li's feelings for her, she had already been eaten by this man.

So she lowered her eyelashes dullly and surrendered: "Okay, even if I'm jealous."

Having said that, she pretended to calmly lower her head and play with her nails.

Just a little absent-minded.

Mu Li caressed her eyebrows, and slowly, put her fingers on her eyebrows: "I have a cousin, still young, always tangling me whenever I go to see her, let me comb her hair. In order to make her happy, I learned a little bit. The one I just used is the hair I used to tie her. "

It turned out to be such a thing.

Lin Qing's face was hot for a while, then, was she jealous of fighting with a child?

Sure enough, Mu Li thought of this idea.

His faint laughter passed into Lin Qing's ears, making her both sides more crimson.

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"Don't laugh." She tried to obstruct.

Mu Li smiled even more.

Lin Qing was very embarrassed, she just got up and walked away.

She had just taken a half step, but Mu Li pulled back.

Steady into the ground of Mu Lihuai.

Mu Li kissed her brow: "Fool, why do everyone eat vinegar?"

Lin Qing skimmed her head and said, "Who told you to do something unclear."

In the end, you have to blame him.

Mu Li was willing to blame this time, leaning her waist against her for a bit: "You like jealous, I like it very much."

Lin Qing's breathing was about to stop.

She was pretty sure she really liked the word.

His deep, powerful voice was still hovering in his ears, sneaking into her consciousness, her nerves.

Unconsciously, Lin Qing had been taken to the door of the living room by Mu Li when she returned to God.

She didn't even know how she followed him all the way downstairs.

Seeing that Lin Qing was a little confused, Mu left the door: "Follow me."

His tenderness is beyond doubt.

Lin Qing was ruthless, letting her leave all unhappy thoughts at this moment.

There was only Mu Li in her heart, why couldn't she stay with him all the time?

Thinking about it that way, she felt relieved and went out when she changed shoes.

"and also."

At this moment Mu Li suddenly blocked her hand on the door frame and circled her from behind.

Whispering: "From now on, if that happens again, absolutely, tell me the first time."

He was referring to pregnancy and Lin Qing knew it.

So she bent her lips and decided: "Okay."

She didn't know how heavy the promise was.

Mu Li took her to the place where she had been before.

When sitting in the car, looking at the scenery passing by the window, Lin Qing felt very familiar.

It didn't take long before they came to the church called St. Bia.

The cross at the top of the church was nailed there as it was last seen.

It ’s like guiding the world.

Lin Qing didn't believe in God, but folded her hands reverently and stood at the door of the church looking up.

Mu Li knew that she liked the church very much.

Pure, solemn, and redeemed.

Lin Qing didn't ask him why he came here.

Probably as soon as she approached, her mind calmed down.

"follow me."

Mu Li led her into the church.

At the moment, it is empty, peaceful and sacred.

Full of mystery.

Lin Qing followed Mu Li all the way, and inadvertently saw a person standing at the side door of the main hall.

The man could only see the faint figure, his face was not clear.

"Huh?" She pointed over there, and the figure disappeared immediately.

Mu Li turned back: "What?"

Looking at the open space, Lin Qing shook her head: "It's all right, it seems that I read it wrong."

She retracted her gaze and didn't pay much attention.

As Mu Li walked to the center of the church, Lin Qing noticed that this was the usual venue for the wedding. In front of her was the place where the priest stood.

And under her feet is exactly where the bride used to swear.

For a moment, she had a hunch in her head.

But when even rejected.

The fairy tale in the dream will not appear in reality.

Lin Qing, that is clear.

Clearer than anyone else, who they are.

Behind them are two neat rows of benches, where guests are invited to sit when a new couple gets married.

The guests dressed in formal clothes with smiles and blessings came to watch a solemn and solemn wedding.

The wedding scene is not necessarily grand, but it must be the best witness of happiness.

In the past, Lin Qing always guessed what the mood of a lifetime person would be at that moment.

joy?

Moving?

But she felt that she could not know.

Only then did Mu Li realize that Lin Qing's palm was a little cold.

He held it tightly, as if he was afraid she would pull away suddenly.

Because they set their footsteps, the whole church was quiet and no sound was heard.

Lin Qing thinks the quiet here is really strange.

The sun shines through the thick cloud from the fan-shaped window and is reflected between Lin Qing and Mu Li.

"What did you bring me here for?" Lin Qing puzzled and looked around. "It doesn't seem to be the time to worship."

Seeing Mu Li not speaking, she added: "Also, I don't usually come."

"Don't you like it here?" Mu Li said slightly, looking at her.

Lin Qing seemed to remember the situation when she came back here.

At this moment Mu Li turned around and let Lin Qing face himself.

He saw those clear eyes trying to find some trace of the cause.

"Can't you guess?"

Lin Qing shook her head.

She felt that it would not be what she thought.

Seeing this, Mu Li didn't lead to further guidance.

So he raised his other hand, opened his palm, and placed a sparkling one in the center of the clear palm--

Ring.

Under the bright light at the top of the church, the ring shone elegant and noble, shaped like a snowflake.