Chapter 422 Miss Republic of China, She is Charming 46
Chapter 422 Miss Republic of China, she is charming and charming (46)
Mucheng bought a villa on Changping Street as their wedding house, and the entire house was decorated according to Bai Wu's preferences.
There is even half a garden of jasmine planted in the courtyard. Unfortunately, it is not the flowering season yet, so as far as the eye can see, there is only bare green.
The villa was crowded with people who came to congratulate her.
Mucheng now holds a high position and necessary social interactions are indispensable. He placed Bai Wu in the new house upstairs and went downstairs.
Listening to the constant laughter, Bai Wu swept away her depression and began to look at the layout of the room with a leisurely expression.
003 finally couldn't help but said: [Host, do you regret killing Lou Mu Beichen? 】
After all, he could see her melancholy look these days.
If the host is really in love with Mu Beichen.
That fragment is too pitiful.
Thinking of this, 003 reminded in a low voice: [Don't forget that our mission in this world has not been completed yet. 】
Bai Wu burst out laughing: "Thank you for following me for so long, can't you see that I deliberately pretended to show Mucheng?"
"As for the mission, of course I have not forgotten it. Not only have I not forgotten it, I have been planning it carefully."
She deliberately pretended to be depressed and sick, just to make Mu Cheng misunderstand that she still loved Mu Beichen.
Since the previous confession was not enough to make Mucheng like her.
Then if the person he loves deeply is sharing the same bed with him, this situation is enough to make him resentful.
003 clicked his tongue.
Sure enough, its worries were unnecessary.
The host is still the same host, nothing has changed.
When the dragon and phoenix candles on the bedside were half burning, the noise downstairs gradually faded away, and Mucheng also went upstairs.
He looked like he had drunk a lot of wine, and his fair face was flushed, but his eyes were still bright.
He sat next to Bai Wu with a bowl of red bean porridge, his face full of tenderness and sweetness:
"You must be very hungry. I asked my aunt to make you a bowl of porridge. Drink it while it's hot."
Bai Wu drank the red bean porridge that Xian Mucheng fed her.
For some reason, although Mucheng was smiling, she always felt that there was something in his smile, which made her a little uneasy.
The red bean porridge was very sweet, even a little cloying, and Bai Wu lost her appetite after just a few sips.
Mucheng put down the porridge, walked to the coffee table and picked up the acacia wine that had been placed there for a long time.
"Ah Wu, come and have a sip with me."
Bai Wu looked a little confused: "I'm not very good at drinking."
"Just one sip, today is our wedding night, we can't let this nectar wine sit here forever."
There was more of a prayer in his eyes, and Bai Wu couldn't bear to refuse, so she stepped forward, drank from him, and took a sip of the wine in the glass.
The wine was very strong, which was in sharp contrast to the sweetness of the red bean porridge just now. Bai Wu was choked with tears from the spicy taste and couldn't stop coughing.
Mucheng smiled, picked her up and pressed her down on the bed.
The dense kisses fell, and the hot white woman trembled.
She quickly raised her hand to stop Mucheng's movement, and the corners of her eyes turned red: "Mucheng... don't do this..."
Mucheng's eyes were also slightly red.
Unlike her fear and panic, his was anger.
He grabbed Bai Wu's wrist tightly, with a sad look on his face: "Now that things have come to this, are you still unwilling to try to like me?"
"It's not like that, Mucheng." Bai Wu grabbed the quilt and shook her head, "You, give me some time, I don't want to be so fast..."
"But I can't wait." Mucheng interrupted her, his eyes burning and paranoid, "I can't wait to occupy a place in your heart. This life is too short, and I don't want to waste any money."
Then, regardless of Bai Wu's obstruction, he kissed her body arrogantly and passionately.
Since I still can't get her heart.
It would be enough for her to stay by his side.
Bai Wu quickly surrendered and gave up resistance amidst his overwhelming affection.
The rose petals on the bed were crushed into mud and scattered all over the floor, leaving mottled afterimages.
The fragrance of flowers overflows.
The charming fragrance and the green smoke of the red candle are intertwined and intertwined, making it difficult to separate.
When the two pairs of red candles were completely burned out and the sky turned white, Mucheng finally let go of Bai Wu, hugged her tightly, and panted on her shoulder.
His warm palms covered her flat belly.
"Awu, we will have children, right."
"There will be a day when the case will be raised, the family will be full of descendants, and everyone will be happy, right?"
"Ah Wu, do you like boys or girls?"
"I like girls. If it's a girl, she must be as beautiful and generous as you."
"The boy is too noisy, and if you like him too much, I might get jealous."
Mucheng kept talking in her ear, but Bai Wu never responded.
Because she knew that day would never come.
She will not get pregnant and will not keep his child.
Mucheng thought Bai Wu was asleep, so after kissing her ear again, he took out a red rope and tied it around her wrist.
"This is the red thread. If we tie it, we will never be separated for the rest of our lives."
Since they are not destined.
Then he created a fate to bind them together.
Even if it is a bad fate.
He also enjoyed it very much.
Bai Wu discovered the red string on her wrist the next day.
It is different from ordinary red rope, it is dark red.
I don't know whether the production process is too rough or something else, but the rope is dyed in lumps and unevenly.
Bai Wu disliked it very much and tried to take it off several times, but Mucheng stopped her every time.
It's as if this rope is more precious than her.
Bai Wu's married life was dull and comfortable.
Mucheng refused to let her go out to work because she was not in good health, and even found an aunt to watch over her.
And he himself stuck to her side like a dog-skin plaster whenever he had time.
The possessiveness is even worse than before marriage.
And Bai Wu's health is indeed not very good.
Especially on rainy days, she would experience heartbreaking pain in her shoulder blades, and her heart would also ache like a twitch.
Mucheng was busy thinking of many ways, but to no avail.
In the end, Bai Wu simply stopped interfering. On rainy days, she would bring a stool and sit in front of the window to watch the jasmine in the courtyard.
The weather in May is when jasmine is in full bloom.
But they looked particularly haggard and miserable in the rain.
Mucheng stared at Bai Nu who was even bleaker than them, feeling uneasy in his heart.
He always felt that she would melt into the spring rain along with those petals in the next second.
After all, her status is special and she is an existence that is not in line with heaven.
Her illness also came inexplicably.
It seemed that since Mu Beichen's death, her body had also declined.
A terrifying thought suddenly occurred in Mucheng's heart, making him tremble uncontrollably.
Something had to be done to stop this.
She can't leave him.
He can't lose her either.
They should have a bright future, not be separated by death.
