Charming Wife: The Cold Young Man is Hard to Hold

"Mr. you, has Lan Lan been busy?"

Her words did not get any response. She was preparing to look around in some doubt, and she heard a faint voice, which made her tremble.

"It's really intimate for Mr. you to call one by one!"

The voice made her immediately stare, and the surprised look in her eyes seemed to slowly turn into fear.

The other end of the corner of the bed sank. Mu Haitang could feel the man's warm and cold breath at the back of his neck without turning his head. There was no beauty and ambiguity, only cold examination and insight.

"Shaoxuan..."

She doesn't know why. No matter how transparent she thinks now, no matter how strong and cold she becomes, as long as she meets Leng Shaoxuan, an inexplicable fear will float in her heart, and an unclear emotion spread in her heart, which oppressed her out of breath.

"Turn around and talk. Do you want me to talk to you in the back of your head?"

Leng Shaoxuan looked at her back, because the back of the skirt was carved, and only a thin layer of lace covered the back. Even in the dim light, he could see the delicate butterfly bone on her back.

The thin is a little fragile.

Mu Haitang listened to Leng Shaoxuan's words and could only turn his head reluctantly. Looking at Leng Shaoxuan, the two were close, as if the tip of their nose was facing the tip of their nose.

Two people have never been like this, lying in bed together, and then calmly looking at each other. In the past, there was no more calm mood in bed except for the sexual behavior similar to marital rape.

Mu Haitang looked at Leng Shaoxuan's deep pupils. It seemed that she could see her reflection clearly. At this moment, her heart was actually with a slight sense of satisfaction, because his eyes were only her.

But soon this calm sense of peace was immediately broken. Leng Shaoxuan took out a picture from his pocket.

He didn't bring the photo intentionally. He didn't expect to meet Mu Haitang in Milan. It was just that the photo fell in a gap in his wallet last time, and then came together this time. He just found it, so he took this photo to find her.

"Last time I received this kind of photo, and then I saw you in the photo, so it's better to explain than not. I also cleaned up Leng Boyan, but he didn't say anything. He was just locked up in France."

As soon as the photo was taken out, Mu Haitang felt his blood frozen, even if Leng Shaoxuan didn't say that threat.

Her forehead had been sweating. She didn't know when such a picture was taken. She still had no impression of such action.

"I... I don't know, I don't know this picture... I don't!"

She still stubbornly pursed her mouth. After saying that sentence, she still refused to say anything. I'm afraid the tears in her eyes will fall in the next second, as if she had been greatly wronged, but this is a fabricated distorted fact.

Leng Shaoxuan naturally knew the falsity of this photo, but he was a little angry at the thought that the woman in front of him didn't have a little vigilance and guard against any man.

But anyway, she is still the young lady of the cold family! What happened outside? Didn't they lose their cold face?