Young Master Lu's Warm Wedding and His Lovely New Bride

The sky is clear, and the room is beautiful.

The woman is petite, lying curled up, and the man's large body embraces her tightly.

Their situation at this time is a natural pair of blue people whoever thinks it.

It's a pity that good luck makes people.

When Yan Xuewei woke up, her eyes were clear, and she was more awake than ever to the impulse of last night.

She would always fall into his gentle trap inadvertently when she was with Mu Si before.

She can always be attracted to him easily and indulge in the gentleness he gives.

She always feels that women are softer than water, and men will always like them.

However, she waited for so many years without any results.

The man's big hand was wrapped around her slender waist, his domineering possession posture.

In the past, she thought he was domineering to her because of love.

And now she understands that domineering is just his character.

Yan Xuewei took his big hand away, got up, picked up the pajamas on the floor and put it on her body.

Musshen on the bed changed a position, and he lay on the other side again.

Yan Xuewei retracted her gaze, Musi God, I am also a person with intentions.

Love and hate will have results.

**

"Miaomiao, what should I do?"

In a luxurious rental house, An Qianqian wears long black hair and white lace pajamas. She wears light makeup on her face, her lips are red and her teeth are white.At this moment, her eyes were red, and she looked shocked and terrified.

Fang Miaomiao was awakened by An Qianqian's cry.

"Shallow?" Fang Miaomiao sat up, rubbed his eyes, and frowned slightly.

"Miaomiao, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I shouldn't disturb your sleep." An Qianqian held Fang Miaomiao's hand tightly, "But, I'm scared and flustered, so I don't know what to do."

"what happened?"

Seeing An Qianqian's soft and weak appearance, Fang Miaomiao immediately aroused a desire for protection.

"Uncle didn't look for me tonight." An Qianqian choked up immediately after finishing speaking.

"I didn't find you?" Fang Miao thought for a while, "Then he must have gone to avenge you."

"Vengeance?" An Qianqian looked at Fang Miaomiao with a confused look.

"I told the uncle that Yan Xuewei bullied you and spread the news that you were nurtured in school. I think the uncle must have gone to find Yan Xuewei."

"This……"

"Qian Qian, don't worry, the uncle likes you so much, how can he bear to see you being wronged. Just wait and see, don't think Yan Xuewei is a daughter, she can't compare to you."

"Miaomiao, I... I can't compare with her." An Qianqian lowered her head as she said, a bit embarrassed on her face.

"Shallow, you have much more advantage than her."

"what?"

"You are young, you are twenty years old, Yan Xuewei is already a thirty year old woman, what qualifications does she have to compare with you?"

"But..." An Qianqian hesitated.

Compared with Fang Miaomiao's inexplicable self-confidence, An Qianqian is a man who can handle clearly.Therefore, she needs to be cautious at every step.

"Okay, don't worry. If Yan Xuewei dares to pester the uncle, you can tell me and I will teach her."

An Qianqian pursed her lips and smiled, "Thank you Miao Miao."

"Well, go to bed early. Uncle will come to see you tomorrow."

"it is good."

Fang Miaomiao fell asleep again, but An Qianqian was worried.

She went back to her room and sat on the bed, she had no intention of sleeping.

**

When Musshen woke up, he opened his eyes in a daze, and touched and touched with his big hands on the bed, but no matter how he touched, there was no one around him.

He opened his eyes, sat up and looked around.

Sure enough, there was still a shadow of Yan Xuewei in the room.

He looked at the wall clock on the wall at seven o'clock in the morning.

This Saturday, she got up so early to make him breakfast?

A sensation of conquest came to life.

Musshen stood naked on the floor with a big grin.

He walked directly to the bathroom, and after taking a shower, he directly used Yan Xuewei's light pink bath towel.

The scent in the bathroom is exactly the same as that on Yan Xuewei's body. Smelling the fragrance of the nose, Musi God only feels leisurely.

With a pink bath towel around his waist and his upper body naked, Musi God just came out.

He knew that Yan Xuewei was a very restrained person.Because of her background, she always abides by everyone's beauty in doing things.

Even if she likes it again, she will control her emotions.

However, every time she saw her body, she couldn't hide the surprise in her eyes.

Being too restrained will always become a little boring.

So like last night, Yan Xuewei's impact on Musshen was not small.

God Musi wore his own slippers on his feet, and he touched his chest muscles. He was a little expectant what Yan Xuewei would look like when he saw him.

When he arrived outside the kitchen, Musshen gave a dry cough and walked to the door.

"Snow..." Mu Sishen still stretched his tone, thinking that his name was Yan Xuewei, but no one in the kitchen?

Not to mention breakfast.

Mu Sishen was stunned for a moment, then said loudly, "Xuewei!"

There was no one in the kitchen, so he looked around for the other two clients and the study room upstairs. Yan Xuewei was not at home!

When she realized that Yan Xuewei left before he was awake, he was very upset.

Especially here is Yan Xuewei's home. He feels like being fucked by the hostess and then abandoned.

"Damn it!" Mu Sishen pulled off the bath towel angrily and threw it to the ground.

He went back to the bedroom with a cold face, picked up the phone and called Yan Xuewei.

But even after three calls, Yan Xuewei didn't turn off the phone, just didn't answer.

While waiting for him to call again, he called.

The caller is Fang Miaomiao.

Musshen answered the phone, only listening to the rapid voice coming from the other end of the phone.

——Uncle, it’s not OK, I have a fever, very serious, she is in the hospital now!

"Got it."

——Uncle, let's take a look at Qian Qian, she kept crying and was burning badly.

"Got it."

Musshen hung up, and he raked his hair without irritation.

He called Yan Xuewei again, but no one answered.

Mu Sishen looked at the familiar phone number on the phone and said fiercely, "Yan Xuewei, you have a kind!"

**

G City People's Hospital.

Yan Xuewei looked haggard and her hair was simply tied up.

He wore a light beige sweater on the upper body, a white pleated skirt on the lower body, a pair of white canvas shoes at the feet, and a white eco-friendly cloth bag in his hands.

Her dress makes her look more delicate.

She was standing at the door of the outpatient clinic, and a tall male doctor was talking to her.

"Miss Yan, go back and raise it for a while, if you still have frequent headaches, you need further treatment," the male doctor said.

Yan Xuewei showed a shallow smile, "Doctor Gu, I think I have been under a bit of pressure recently, and I should be fine after a while."

"Well, maybe it is."

"Doctor Gu, thank you."

"You are welcome."

"Then I will go first."

"Goodbye."

After Yan Xuewei said goodbye to the doctor, she tightened the eco-bag in her hand and left.

There are many coincidences in the world, such as when she was turning the corridor, she met the arrogant Fang Miaomiao again.

Yan Xuewei lowered her head, sinking in her own thoughts. A girl in a miniskirt and a umbilical vest blocked her way.

Yan Xuewei took a step back, she raised her head, her eyes faintly unhappy.

It was Fang Miaomiao at first sight, and the unhappiness in her eyes was even worse.

Fang Miaomiao has delicate makeup on her face, and her gout outfit makes her a bit more energetic than Yan Xuewei.

She put her hands around her chest and looked at Yan Xuewei mockingly, "Teacher Yan, you really have to work hard to pester the uncle."

Yan Xuewei couldn't understand what she was talking about, and she was not interested in listening, so she simply passed Fang Miaomiao and left.

However, Fang Miaomiao obviously didn't want to let her go.

Fang Miaomiao once again blocked Yan Xuewei's way, with one arm crossed in front of Yan Xuewei, she glanced at Yan Xuewei, "Teacher Yan, don't hurry. Don't you like to fight with students for boyfriends? He will be here soon. Don't you want to see him go again?"

"I warn you, don't make trouble without reason!"

Fang Miaomiao, to Yan Xuewei, is like a fly.

"Heh, Teacher Yan, you were caught, so you are in a hurry to leave? Are you afraid of being discovered by the uncle and you follow him?"

Seeing Yan Xuewei's eagerness to leave, Fang Miaomiao didn't let her do what she wanted.

After a while, the uncle came, and she wanted to see how this shameless woman pestered the uncle.

"Inexplicable!" Yan Xuewei opened Fang Miaomiao's hand before leaving.

"Miao Miao, Miao Miao..."

At this moment, An Qian had red eyes and was wearing a hospital gown, pressing the cotton yarn on the back of his hand with one hand, and walked towards Fang Miaomiao aggrievedly.

On the other side, Musi God strode over.

The moment Yan Xuewei saw Mu Si Shen, she stopped.

"Uncle..." There was another soft and weak voice.

When Yan Xuewei turned her head subconsciously, she saw An Qianqian, a petite figure and pale face. After she called "Uncle" aggrievedly, she fell directly to the ground.

Yan Xuewei only felt that there was a gust of wind blowing in front of her, and when she slowed down again, Mu Sishen was already squatting in front of An Qianqian.

Immediately, he hugged the petite An Qianqian in a gentle posture.

In a daze, a headache hit her, and the pain quickly made her unable to stand.

Fang Miao approached Yan Xuewei awkwardly, and she said to Yan Xuewei in a very small voice, "Teacher Yan, don't behave yourself anymore. Uncle won't like you."

A maverick, domineering man like Muse God, she had never seen him caring about anyone so much.

She thought he was just cold, it turned out he was just ruthless to her.

Mu Sishen held An Qianqian, and he raised his head to meet Yan Xuewei's gaze.

Yan Xuewei looked at him blankly, and said to herself that she was not sad, she didn't care.

But when I really met, the heartache seemed to swallow her.

It's so sad to love someone.

Tears are hard to control.

Yan Xuewei looked at him, crying silently.

But Musshen remained indifferent. He retracted his gaze and looked at An Qianqian in his arms with gentle and concern.

Yan Xuewei lost, it was a mess.

In other words, from the moment she was tempted, she lost.

No longer looking at Yan Xuewei, Mu Sishen held An Qianqian, turned her back to Yan Xuewei, and walked towards the ward.

Yan Xuewei raised her hand and wiped her tears. She turned around and left in the direction facing the god Mu Si.

They are like two intersecting lines. After they intersect, they are separated forever until they never see each other again.