The girl looks at Han Muzi's eyes and suddenly becomes envious.
Can be so handsome and so cold, do not put other women in the eyes of the man as treasure in the palm of his hand, should be a very happy thing.
"Sorry." Fat uncle's face is kind. Seeing that he almost ran into a petite girl, he quickly turned around and scratched his head, smiling shyly at Han Muzi, and apologized: "I saw the elevator door was closing just now, so I ran in a hurry. I'm sorry."
See his smile and tone are very sincere, Han Muzi also smile: "nothing, anyway did not hit me, but uncle, you should be more careful next time, when the elevator door is closed, you are very dangerous."
"Yes, that's right. My wife is waiting for me at home. I'm in such a hurry. I'll pay attention next time."
Han Muzi nodded. Before the second sentence came out, he felt his arms around her waist tightened a little bit. At night, Mo Shen was dissatisfied with her waist and twisted her eyebrows and said, "so many days, why don't I see you smile at me, and now you smile so brightly at others?"
“……”
This success let Han Muzi lips smile congealed.
She had never imagined that ye Moshen had said it directly in front of so many people in the elevator. She had thought that even if he was complaining, he would wait until he got home.
Seeing the uncle and the little girl beside him staring at him, Han Muzi felt that his face was hot, so he coughed gently to cover up his embarrassment, and then he dropped his eyes and did not answer yemoshen's words.
No response to the night Mo deep frown deeper, sharp eyes swept to the side of the face with a shy smile on the face of the fat uncle.
After the fat uncle received this sharp sight, he took a step back with some sweat and told Han Muzi a sentence.
"Your husband looks fierce."
Han Muzi: "it's just
Originally, Mo Shen's face was gloomy and cold, but after hearing this sentence, the firm lines on his face became somewhat soft. Although the eyes of fat uncle were still very cold, they did not have the spirit of killing people before.
For a long time, he snorted coldly.
"Good taste."
Han Muzi's lips couldn't help smoking.
Fat uncle but can't help but smile, "your husband is quite funny, incredibly admitted."
Hehe.
Han Muzi wants to tell this fat uncle, where is the night Mo Shen to admit that he is fierce, that sentence has a good vision and is clearly aimed at the fat uncle's husband.
She resisted the impulse to roll her eyes and wanted to free her body from the night's deep arms.
Who knows the night is not deep, the next second directly her tightly in the arms.
She couldn't earn any money. The tight look of the baby lowered the head of the girl who wanted to talk to her before. It happened that the elevator door jingled open at this time. She didn't care whether it was the floor she was going to go to. She turned around and rushed out.
But the fat uncle also stupidly stood in place, smiling at night Mo Shen and Han Muzi.
"Here you are." The night is not deep and cold to remind a word.
"Ah?" The fat uncle suddenly reacted and looked at the floor key to realize that he had arrived. He walked out and said, "I'll go first, young man. Be gentle with your wife."
Although Mu Zi laughs at him very disgusting, but this fat uncle's mouth says the words again let night Mo deep not hate him.
Ding -
after the elevator door was closed, Han Muzi angrily opened his hand hooped around his waist, "can you let it go?"
Night Mo Shen not only did not loosen, but hugged her more tightly, whispered: "wife, I am hungry."
Han Muzi said Are you sick? "
Although it is said that, but Han Muzi's face is still frustrated to red, because night Mo Shen said this sentence in her ear, the heat along her ear hole drilling in, warm, itchy.
So heard Han Muzi's ears, this hunger is not that hungry, she hate to raise her legs and step on the people behind a foot.
"Well." She is wearing thin high heels, night Mo Shen was so cold that she was trampled on her, and she snorted in pain, like revenge, and Yemo Shen's hand added a little strength.
Han Muzi was ticklish, and his waist was pinched so heavily by his hands that he hid away from him.
Just at this time, the elevator door Ding opened, Han Muzi panicked and ran out. When arriving at the door, Han Muzi presses the fingerprint. When she wants to push the door directly, she turns back.
She looked at the night from the elevator and thought that he had been taking care of himself today, but she couldn't bear to invite him.
"Come in, I'll order."
Night Mo deep endure the pain on the foot, follow her into the house.
After entering the room, they both bent down to change their shoes. Han Muzi saw that after Yemo Shen took off her shoes, there were still traces of sinking on the socks. She carefully considered it, as if she had stepped on the high-heeled shoes just now.Should it hurt?
Han Muzi thought, and then quietly put his shoes on the shoe cabinet, and by the way, he reached out for yemoshen and took out the pair of male slippers at the bottom and put them on the ground for yemoshen.
At night, Mo Shen put on his shoes and saw the top empty row.
When I came here yesterday, there was a row of children's shoes.
I didn't expect to put these shoes away today.
Think of here, night Mo deep eyebrows slightly squint, and then can not help but ask: "shoes are put away?"
Han Muzi's action on the hand is a meal, quick reaction comes over, what is he asking is, and then nodded.
Then she turned around and took out her mobile phone to open meituan takeout.
"What would you like to eat?"
"All right." Ye Moshen followed her steps and watched her only reach her chest height. She couldn't help thinking, if her child was here, where would he be?
Five years If the child belonged to her ex husband, she would be five years old now.
Five years old
It's only to his knees, right?
Think of this, night Mo Shen's mind unconsciously appeared a small figure, the little guy wearing a cartoon mask, a pair of clear eyes like glass beads, and then looked at him.
"I believe uncle is not a bad man!"
The child I met her in the Han family. She looks very young.
It's about five years old, and Muzi's child is also five years old
In that case, the child
Thinking of this, night Mo Shen felt a strange feeling spread out in his heart. His men covered his chest consciously and looked at Han Muzi in front of him.
Is that child bathed in purple?
"Anything? Then I'll order it to my own taste? "
Ye Moshen saw her point into a Sichuan restaurant, and his subordinates consciously came forward to hold her arm, but his mouth subconsciously blurted out: "last time I met a child in the Han family..."
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