Lin Xinya's eyes turned cold. He wanted to hurt her severely until she no longer had the strength to make him angry, until she cried and begged for mercy. But he was afraid of her pregnant body, so he could only hate her with itching teeth and said, "Don't make trouble."
You're gone, you go to sleep."
Mu Luoluo was about to fall asleep in a daze, but she heard him answering the phone again. His voice was rustling and sexy, and Du Yan's aggrieved coquettish voice could be heard faintly. The two of them didn't know what they were talking about.
, in short, they chatted for a long time.
On the second day of their honeymoon, the two visited the most representative attractions in Paris together.
Murolo stood at the door of Notre Dame de Paris, opening his hands and feeling everything.
Lin Xinya watched from a distance, her hair flying, and her whole body bathed in the sun. It was obviously a real existence, but it looked so ethereal, like an elf, aloof.
"This is not the place for you." Lin Xinya took her hand and was about to take her away. Mulolo took one last look with nostalgia.
He took her to the Trevi Fountain next to Notre Dame de Paris, gave her a coin, and said somewhat stiffly, "Throw a coin and make a wish."
Muloluo looked at the other people around him, most of whom were couples, smiling and looking happy. He looked at Lin Xinya again, who was answering the phone again with his back to her, and his heart suddenly felt empty.
Even though she has the most intimate contact with her husband, she still feels strange and even panicked towards him. Can the wishing pool really fulfill her wish????
Muloluo turned her back to the wishing well, closed her eyes, and made a wish in her heart. The coin was thrown back and fell into the spring water, sinking with her wish.
"What wish did you make?" Lin Xinya hung up the phone and walked towards her, asking with interest...
"It has nothing to do with you." Those four faint words made Lin Xinya's face instantly turn cold, and her heart was filled with a layer of evil.
September is the performance season in Paris. The Paris Opera houses high-level concerts and drama performances almost every night, and art galleries of all sizes also launch wonderful themed exhibitions.
Murolo seemed unusually enthusiastic. He took Lin Xinya's arm proactively and affectionately and looked around every corner of the Palace of Versailles. He snuggled on the boat and wandered on the beautiful Seine like an ordinary couple, and stood on tiptoe in front of the Arc de Triomphe.
She lowered his neck and kissed him hard. Her transformation made Lin Xinya indulge in it without any defense, and she couldn't help but miss Shu.
Due to Mulolo's deliberate delay, she stayed in Paris for only a week. Before going to bed every night, she would think about the day's gains in her mind, including the language, the journey, and the recruitment information posted on the window~
The men around her only thought that she was really involved in this romantic journey. He wanted her wantonly every night, and she politely catered to her every night.
On this day, he answered a phone call, with joy and helplessness flashing across his face. After hesitation, he finally said in her ear, "I have something to do and I have to go out soon. You can stay in the hotel and wait for me to come back."
Muloluo's heart skipped a beat, she raised her plain face to look at him, and replied obediently with one word, "Okay."
In the past few days, I was really coaxed by her cuteness. Lin Xinya kissed her with some nostalgia, "Wait until I come back."
Muloluo nodded with a smile, ran to the window and looked down, and saw him walking towards Du Yan. Du Yan climbed up his body like an octopus with a smile as bright as a flower.