The Stupid Missy Glows Up After Marriage

bathroom.

The man really wants to put aside that steadfastness and it will soon be melted, Meng Ying pressed against his chest, "Is the phone turned off?"

"Ok."

"Even if the sky falls, you can't stop."

The meat in front of me is finally about to be eaten.

There are one and two, and there can never be three.

Tonight, she will taste everything.

With the shower on, standing underwater, Meng Ying pinched his waist excitedly, without a trace of fat, tight, **** and powerful.

Mu Yuansheng took the initiative to hold her face and kissed her lips.

Meng Ying's eyes gleamed, and then he closed and enjoyed.

The atmosphere is already impeccable, as long as you go down step by step, everything will come naturally.

"Blood!" Mu Yuansheng looked down at his feet, blood flowed out.

Meng Ying opened her eyes sharply and stared between her legs.

"..."

Your uncle!

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Early the next morning, Meng Ying held two panda eyes with a grievance on her face.

Mu Yuansheng cleared his throat, "I let Sister Lian make brown sugar **** tea and drink a little later."

In the past, dysmenorrhea, she endured it, and sometimes the task came, where could she care about dysmenorrhea.

But now this body, it's okay if the aunt doesn't come, and the pain is so cold and sweaty all night.

In the middle of the night, I went to call Xu Nianhua.

Meng Ying's whole body was limp, took his hand and placed it on his abdomen, "knead it for me."

The big palm was attached to her soft belly, as if she had been electrocuted, her fingers shrunk slightly.

Before he could retreat, Meng Ying held his hand and leaned against the pillow with unhealthy energy.

Upon seeing this, Mu Yuansheng moved his palm lightly, rubbing her abdomen gently and gently.

It is soft and delicate, with a great touch.

She closed her eyes and her face turned pale.

"My name is Xu Nianhua." He doesn't know how uncomfortable a woman's dysmenorrhea is, but the way she looks makes him worry.

Meng Ying shook her head slightly, "No. It's fine if the pain is over the first day."

Sister Lian brought brown sugar **** tea. After Meng Ying drank it, she curled up on the bed. Mu Yuansheng sat on the edge of the bed, keeping her hands on her belly, in front of her "warm baby".

Meng Ying slept for a while and opened her eyes again, "It's not easy for a woman."

Mu Yuansheng did not speak.

He naturally knows how difficult it is for women.

"A lot of people are praising the greatness of women, but they don't know how much tormenting such greatness has been achieved." Meng Ying rarely said such hypocritical words.

Mu Yuan didn't speak, and the hand on her abdomen used a little force.

"Born in a patriarchal family, the birth of a woman is a kind of torture. She is treated unfairly and becomes the so-called'losing money'. After marrying, she becomes a tool for the husband's family to pass on from generation to generation, and she has to serve her in-laws. If you take care of your husband and children, if you have another daughter, you will be looked down upon by your husband's family."

"No one remembers the hardships of pregnancy in October, let alone the pain of a life of nine deaths during childbirth. A woman is a full-time wife at home and needs to do everything. A man only needs to earn money outside to become an uncle. In the end, a woman becomes someone else. Useless people in your mouth."

Meng Ying's lips curled up ironically, "A woman's pain may be hypocritical in the eyes of a man. So, why do you want to get married and suffer?"

Mu Yuansheng raised her eyebrows, not knowing what she had experienced, the tone and expression of her words now seemed to make people flustered.

"The more capable a man is, the more he loves his wife. Ability not only refers to social abilities, but also inner spirit." Mu Yuansheng rubbed her abdomen lightly, "Since I have married you, I will treat you well for the rest of my life. "