MTL - The Most Loving Marriage In History: Master Mu’s Pampered Wife-Chapter 33 Need a marriage (3)

Mu Xiaochen’s deep sea-like dawn swept his summer night, took the phone and gave Amo a call, let him come over and deal with it, and then he got on the car in the summer night.

After the seat belt was fastened in the summer night, Mu Xiaochen started the car and slowly drove forward.

"Don't you have your painting?"

Suddenly low sounds broke the quietness of the car, and also awakened the summer night on the back of the chair and looked at the night scene outside the window.

She turned her head leisurely and looked at him who was driving in focus. Hesitated a moment. The silent starlight glowed with a faint stream of light, and the light and indifferent lip line was gently pulled. "Send you."

Anyway, he has already seen it, and she doesn't care.

"I know that those words are not your handwriting."

After thinking about it, Mu Xiaochen suddenly said such a sentence, and when he said this, Xi Xia immediately raised his eyebrows and looked at him with amazement.

"You have your signature and handwriting on the plan of the Nanjiang project you handed in before."

Mu Yuchen explained this.

"How do you know that I don't think so in my heart? I'm afraid I am so vicious." Xia Xia smiled hard and sighed, "I can see that they can be happy together, in fact, my heart is very Unbalanced, there is always an impulse to destroy them, but they still control..."

"This shows that you are a normal person and you should be happy."

Mu Yuchen silently responded to such a sentence, and suddenly paused, he suddenly sighed again. "However, don't deny that your friend said something, let the past become the past, the most direct and most useful way is to start a new life. I will pull back a game and forget everything when I put everything down."

It was said that Xi Xia suddenly fell silent, and Su Nan’s words echoed clearly in his ear.

Catch a good man before the pair of dogs and men, married, sweet and loving, stepping on them!狠狠 export bad gas...

The method sounds quite ideal and beautiful. However, how many people can really come up with this courage to come to such a crazy self-exile?

Marriage is not a racing car, will she have such courage?

What's more, where did she go to find a crazy person like her to come to her with such an exile?

Thinking of this, Xixia night suddenly fell down a little, and took a breath, some helplessly lifted his hand on the side of the window, gently stunned some dizzy heads, slightly squinting, eyes awkward Looking at the smog in the car, the low voice passed down. "I am afraid that I will not bear the consequences. Moreover, this is extremely unfair to the person who paid, and it cannot be because Another tragedy creates another tragedy, isn't it?"

"How do you know that it is a tragedy, not a comedy? Some things, you can't always see it as pessimistic, otherwise, it's just yourself."

Mu Xiaochen suddenly sighed slightly, his voice was very low, and in that case, he did not know whether he said it to the woman around him, or told himself.

It seems that the ear is beginning to echo the old voice of South.

Dust, the past things let it go, life always needs to continue...

For a moment, he suddenly felt a little tired.

Yes--

He feels tired...

In this year, the people who had been stranded in the years have been swaying in the lonely wounded city for many years. I am afraid that it will be able to absorb the original waters, and time can wash all the memories. Perhaps he should also have some insights.

The thoughts were very complicated. I thought about it for a long time. He felt a sigh in his heart. He didn't know what drove him. He let him step on the brakes in an instant. The Porsche, who had been rushing forward, suddenly stopped. He suddenly turned his head and watched. A woman with her eyes closed with her head closed.

Seeing her beautiful face in the dim light, it seems a bit bleak. It seems that there is a sorrowful melancholy atmosphere. The whole person seems to be a little tired. She suddenly finds that she is actually very thin and her body is shrinking. Under the windbreaker, it is very thin.

"Summer night... I think, maybe you like me, you need a marriage."

Mu Chou’s words fell, and the summer night of closing his eyes and eyes was suddenly stiff. He slowly opened his closed eyes and quietly turned his head. Some people looked at the man beside him, but he was greeted. The deep black scorpion, like the night sky, has a lot of undulating light in his pupil, which makes her unable to see through half. However, she seems to see something from it.

For example, sincere.

For another example, exhaustion and pity.

Is it pity for her? Still pity for himself?

I knew that he should also be a storyteller. She didn't want to ask. After all, the feelings of others have nothing to do with her. Even if it is penetrated, it is meaningless.

"you……"

There was a little fascination in her star, and she looked at him with a sigh of relief.

Mu Xiaochen saw her, the indifferent lips suddenly hooked a light curve, and the low voice was hard to have a soft point. "If you don't mind, marry me, be my lady who is arrogant, prosperous." The hostess, then, should be able to win."

The words of Mu Chenchen were crisp and direct, like a thundering lightning flashing through the dark night sky, and instantly the shortness of the head of Xi Xia night was scared by the words of the whole person.

After attending the summer night, he was stupid for a long time and did not answer. Mu Mochen was a light smile. He always had people who had ideas and quickly made plans and put them into action.

Years of military career, as well as business experience has made him a simple and decisive means, but also precipitated his calm and calm nature.

The person who does business wants to focus on pursuing a win-win situation. If he marries the woman around him, maybe it will be a good thing for both of them, isn't it?

"I will give you the opportunity to think about it. After three days, tell me your answer, huh?"

He looked at her quietly, his low voice was soft and with an unspeakable charm...