Glazing at her wet little face, Mu Qingyu roared: "It's only been five days since I left me, have you changed?"

"It's not me who changed, it's you who changed!" An Yurou was not afraid of him at all. Her half-wet hair was hanging down, with a few strands covering her face. Her innocent and angry eyes looked at the man through her hair, her mouth was sagging.

Looking at such a little fox, the man's anger disappeared inexplicably. He curled his lips and smiled without any mistakes, "Say, where did I change?"

"Have you kissed her?" An Yurou was completely like a jealous person, and she didn't recognize her identity at all. She was just expressing herself according to the mentality of a little woman in love.

Mu Qingyu blinked his black eyes, and he seemed to understand her thoughts. With a "puff", he couldn't help laughing, twisting her little nose in a doting way, pretending to be angry, "Hey, are you mistaken, who are you?"

His words reminded An Yurou. An Yurou paused, and then lowered her head sadly...

Yes, who is he? He is just a third-class lover he bought, and he really doesn't have the ability to know himself.

However, she could not control herself, and her heart was "greedy".

"Hey, are you jealous?" Mu Qingyu lifted the hair on her face and pulled it to the back of her head in strands, and a touch of tenderness slowly flashed in her eyes.

On Wednesday afternoon, he stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the office, looking at the small figures of people and cars on the street, so high that he still recognized her from a group of wriggling "little ones".

She was very young and was wearing a pink coat. He couldn't see her expression clearly, but he saw her wandering across the street. Later, when he came out of get off work, his eyes deliberately swept across the street. She hid, but his flying hair and slightly slanted face were captured at a glance.

His little maid, little lover, was really standing across the street to watch him.

At that moment, he really wanted to rush across the street and run towards her, but Yao Meier quickly took his arm and told him that his father, Mayor Yao, had called them to urge them to go to the hotel soon.

The time of engagement is getting closer and closer, and he cannot destroy all plans because of his temporary loss of control.

"I...I won't be jealous." An Yurou's mouth was hard, but her heart was sour.

"If you don't be jealous, you have to ask me what you do?" Mu Qingyu narrowed his charming black eyes and smiled evilly, "She is my prospective fiancee. It's natural for me to kiss her. Is it wrong?"

After saying that, he held up An Yurou's chin and lowered his head to kiss her.

An Yurou quickly turned her head, and her reaction was still strong. Mu Qingyu pursed his lips, and a strange smile flashed across the corner of his lips. He opened his hand and held her hard in his arms, tightly fitting her tightly...

An Yurou struggled hard, her face turned into a pig's liver, but Mu Qingyu refused to support her, and even approached her ear evilly. Her lips with a wet and hot breath rubbed her sensitive ears, chuckling, "Hey, I not only kissed her mouth, but also went to bed with her... I feel that she is much more obedient than you, and that skill is great, you have to learn more."

"Bang!" Before he finished speaking, An Yurou suddenly raised her hand and slapped Mu Qingyu in the face.

Mu Qingyu was shocked and stared at her angry little face in a daze.

Dizzy! She hit him again!

"Mu Qingyu, I hate you, I hate you!" After An Yurou finished beating, she yelled at him.

Because of struggle, water splashed everywhere, her hair became wet, her face was covered with water droplets, and her eyes were redder and wetter, but the most obvious one was the tears rolling from the corners of her eyes.

"What are you doing to me with a girlfriend? What are you doing to me if you want to marry someone else? Why do you want to make me misunderstand that you like me too? Why do you think you are my brother Ye? I hate you, I hate you!" An Yurou roared, almost hysterical.

Not only did she yell, she continued to hit him, her head, shoulders, and chest. For a moment, the water and the tears on her face flew together.

"Yu'er..." Strangely, after Mu Qingyu was stunned, he not only did not hide or get angry, but instead called her nickname foolishly.

An Yurou was suddenly stunned, gave up her waving hands, and stared at his face blankly.

His face was half white and half red, but his eyes were the same red, so beautiful eyes... This is her obsession, her dream, and her favorite.

"Brother Ye?"

"Yu'er..."

Convinced that he called him that again, An Yurou was silent. Jier excitedly held Mu Qingyu's face, tears were like pearls with broken threads, crying and screaming, his face was covered with hair, and tears were even more messy.

"Brother Ye, you are my brother Ye, right? You are not dead, right? You are not dead, right?"

"Yu'er..." Mu Qingyu looked at her, his eyes getting wet.

"No, no, you are not, you are not." An Yurou suddenly let him go again and cried sadly, "If you are him, you wouldn't scold me, and you wouldn't be willing to beat me. You are not, you are Mu Qingyu, Mu Qingyu..."

"Yes, I am Mu Qingyu." Mu Qingyu hugged her tightly, kissing her hair constantly and kissing her face, and said tremblingly, "I said that I can be your brother Ye, so I won't blame you for calling me wrongly, Yu'er..."

"Don't call me Yu'er." An Yurou sobbed, as if her thinking quickly returned to what he said just now, the intimate thing about him and Yao Mei'er.

Mu Qingyu paused slightly, and Jier squeezed her white, tender and round little ** as if he was punished, and scolded him softly: "The little fox who doesn't know good is a little fox, who is stupider than anyone else!"

How could I kiss Yao Meier? How could I sleep with her?

When An Yurou heard this, her eyes flashed and she heard him whisper: "Damn little fox, you know, after I met you, I never touched any woman. My mouth was clean and my body was clean."

"Big Young Master." After hearing this, An Yurou hugged him tightly with tears in her eyes, "Really? Is it true?"

"Of course it's true." Mu Qingyu gently pushed her away, his eyes were filled with affection and smiled, and he looked at her tears gently, "I'm yours, do you believe it?"

"Will you lie to me?"

"It seems like... a fool." He smiled, lowered his head and kissed her mouth.

An Yurou hugged his neck and responded enthusiastically.

For a moment, the water boiled, the temperature in the bathroom suddenly rose, the heat was smoky, and the spring was endless...

They were like lovers who had been away for five years, lingering passionately, from the bathroom to the sofa, from the sofa to the bed, leaving their love marks on each place until An Yurou became weak and had no strength to hum.

After wiping her body, Mu Qingyu took her back to the bed and covered her with a quilt. She nestled in the man's warm arms, with a bracelet around his firm waist, and a mouth arched against his chest. She found a comfortable sleeping position and closed her eyes peacefully.
Chapter completed!