I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating

Mu Wanwan waited for a long time, and Mr. Long "hmm" for a while, there was nothing else to say.

She was a little disappointed, so Mr. Long lowered his eyes and added, "Cold."

Mu Wanwan became happy again, considering the negotiating tone, "Then I can get you some clothes?"

Soft, the dragon felt that his ears were almost crisp, and he couldn't say anything, only a torrent of heat flowed through his heart, clamoring for love at all.

I really like her, I really like her.

No response was received again, Mu Wanwan was almost waiting for the Buddha before a word came out from a certain dragon.

"it is good."

Feeling helpless, she went to the closet and picked up a nice plain white thick brocade that she had seen in the store before, as well as the white fur that she had prepared.

These are precious, and it cost her nine low-grade spirit stones, and she was not willing to buy it for herself.

Yes, there are folded pants...

Mu Wanwan's cheeks blushed, but in fact, she asked him if he was cold, mainly because she wanted him to wear nasty pants.

Mu Wanwan turned his back to a dragon, and carefully sandwiched the obscene trousers between the two pieces of clothing, so that it wouldn't be obvious, right?

"Mr. Lord." Mu Wanwan lowered his head slightly, a little embarrassed, "I, I put my clothes here."

She felt the atmosphere was weird, put her clothes on the bed, and took two steps back quickly like burning her eyebrows.

She is embarrassed, but the dragon is broken again.

It's because he is so ugly.

So she didn't want to talk to herself very much.

"Yeah." Unlike the sunny feeling in my heart just now, Mr. Long felt a light rain in his heart, but when his cold eyes fell on the clothes at the foot of the bed, the feeling of coldness and lack of confidence seemed to disappear strangely. Up.

She has never worn such a good dress.

From marrying him to the present, he has been suffering and has not received any return. He has long eyelashes and trembling. He wants to hold her in his arms, kiss her ear tips, and say ten thousand thanks to her. .

But back to reality, she can't wait to leave him.

"Mr. Long..." Mu Wanwan reflexively called Mr. Long, and then quickly explained incoherently, "Ah, no..."

Mr. Long raised his head slightly, and Mu Wanwan saw him with beautiful eyes open, and his eyes flashed with doubts, like little stars.

Her face was getting hotter and hotter, and Mu Wanwan felt that she was about to ignite spontaneously, "My lord, I, I won't peek, I will prepare dinner."

After she finished speaking, she felt that the words were so weird, and a smile of embarrassment was pulled on her lips, and Mu Wanwan froze in place.

There was a chuckle in the ear, fleeting, and unbelievably fast. She wondered if she had heard it wrong, and she peeked at Mr. Long. The dragon was still expressionless, as if he wasn't laughing just now.

Mu Wanwan: "..."

She felt that she had some nerve problems and she needed to go out and calm down. Before she left, she took away Mao Tweet who had been lamenting her lack of dull hair before she left.

As a result, a certain dragon whose rain turned clear was overcast again.

The door of the room was closed by the wife intimately, and Mr. Long's face blushed little by little, as if the cold dragon just now was not him.

He sat up straight and tried to reach for the clothes on his feet. Fortunately, his arms are still very long now, and he can still reach them with a little effort.

The white fox fur, even though it is only a fan, is also very expensive. She treats him very well.

The corners of his lips were raised badly, and Mr. Long carefully picked up the white fur, and then saw the obscene trousers sandwiched inside.

Mr. Long: "..."

The dragon was about to ripen, he took the clothes of the same fabric as his body with difficulty, slowly took off the light blue brocade that was around his waist, and began to think of ways to put on the clothes.

Because there is no spiritual power in the body for the time being, the spiritual stones should also be saved, and she earns a little bit, and he can't waste it.

The leg is paralyzed, and it hurts every time he moves. Mr. Long's forehead gradually began to sweat, and his lips were tightly pressed. She should be back soon. He has to hurry up. The disability has already lost the dragon, so he can't let it go. She feels that she can't even wear pants well.

...Mu Wanwan trot all the way to the kitchen with her bewildered Fat Chuo, and then she placed Mengmeng on the stove, and then she was relieved and calmed down. She just felt her heart beating and she closed. Eyes, the beautiful eyes of the bad dragon dangling in her mind, she quickly opened her eyes and patted her face.

"Tweet..." Mengmeng stood up from the stove with trembling efforts, looked at the kitchen knife on the side of her small legs, her big eyes became wavy again.

Mu Wanwan was awakened by its pitiful voice, and when he saw it, he quickly amusedly took the almost immobile chirp aside, "I'm sorry, Mengmeng, I'm not going to eat you."

She couldn't help but smile as she said, she put the cute girl with two packs of tears in the cage with the chicken cubs on one side, and let it play with the chicken cubs, and she took the Tier 3 spiritual cow she had saved before. The bone is stewed.

While waiting to be boiled, Mu Wanwan was not idle either, and skillfully took out the seeds and began to cultivate.

She nurtured while thinking.

Perhaps, she was constrained by the title of "Mr. Long's Madame Chongxi"? She shouldn't be like that. Seeing Mr. Long's attitude just now, maybe she doesn't want to admit that she is his wife at all. She is still shy.

Yes, my heart is a bit bitter, Mu Wanwan looked at the fragrant beef bone soup, and wanted to defend Zhalong from the bottom of my heart...

Perhaps, he just hasn't figured out how to face himself?

For her, she was just a husband, but Mr. Long also had a wife, and she was still a wife with a poor human talent.

The outside world said he was cruel, and he had never seen this dragon laugh outside. Maybe, his attitude towards himself just now was considered very good?

Mu Wanwan didn't know what to say, looking at the more fragrant beef bone soup, she suddenly wanted to pour the juice of the green grass grass that had just been cultivated in it, and then serve it to Mr. Long.

The taste will definitely be a bit bitter. If he drinks it without changing his face, he must be very tolerant of himself. If not, he loses his temper, and she doesn't have to think about it anymore.

Once this bad idea came into being, it always made people want to try it. Mu Wanwan took a sip of the soup and took a sip...

The rich and creamy fragrance exploded in the mouth instantly, accompanied by the spiritual power that is not very abundant but can be felt. There is no smell of beef bones, and the ingredients of vegetables do not take away the salty aroma of beef bones. It is instantly moisturized after a bite. After she hadn't tasted the meaty stomach for a long time, it was really a luxurious enjoyment in the cold winter.

When Mu Wanwan came back to her senses, she had already drunk all that little soup.

Forget it, this plan ruined the food, she was a little bit reluctant. Mr. Long has been in a coma for so long and eats only fruit every day. It is a bit bitter. It is rare to improve the food at home. It is better not to spoil the food.

When Mu Wanwan thought of facing the dragon, she was very distressed. She felt her head was bald. She was holding a food container with hair on her shoulders. Looking at the darkening sky, she fell into a tangled, ambiguous entanglement. .

Heaven, it seems to be getting dark.

at night……

She walked to the door, thinking about plucking up her courage, when she heard a loud noise coming from the door, like the sound of something falling.

Ignoring anything else, Mu Wanwan opened the door, and at a glance he saw Mr. Long who fell from the bed embarrassedly.

He was propped on the ground with one arm, and he was only wearing obscene clothes and trousers. The white fur and moon-white brocade clothes fell to the ground, his cheeks were pale, and the curse lines were very clear. Hearing the sound of her pushing the door, he subconsciously passed by. head.

Mu Wanwan clearly saw the blood oozing from his calf.

She didn’t care about any guesses, shyness, or embarrassment. She hurriedly put Chiu and the food box on the table, three steps in two steps to Mr. Long’s side, half kneeling on the ground, and reaching out to him, "Mr. , Are you okay?"

A drop of cold sweat slipped on Mr. Long’s cheek, and he hung his head unwilling to let her see his face. He was temporarily weak, and it took him almost an hour to put on his pants. He wanted to speed up and put on the clothes, but he heard her. The steps were getting closer, a little anxious, and accidentally got the clothes on the ground.

He wanted to pick it up, but fell to the ground embarrassedly in front of her.

He must be embarrassed by the way he is now, very outrageous, very disappointed. This kind of him must be a weak and helpless dragon in the eyes of the lady. She is so kind and will definitely not ignore him. He originally wanted to be a arrogant and indifferent dragon.

Mr. Long was in pain and embarrassed, but when she heard her slightly anxious tone, while her self-esteem was frustrated, it seemed to have a little joy of success, mixed together, so that he could only be cold, not knowing what to do. .

After Mu Wanwan stretched out her hand, she felt a bit reckless. She could understand Mr. Long’s silence and silence. After all, he used to be such a powerful dragon. He was seen by his nominal wife that he was not a mighty side. She should be very Feel uncomfortable.

However, she looked at the dragon she had raised for so long, and was hurt and bleeding again. How could she feel better in her heart?

"Master." Mu Wanwan looked at his **** legs distressedly, "It's going to eat, shall we go to the table?"

She was cautious, for fear of hurting his self-esteem, her palms were soft and warm.

Mr. Long blinked slowly, his heart was full of thoughts of wanting to possess her, he did not hide his current ugly face, and slowly turned his head, his dark eyes looked straight into Mu Wan. Curved and clear eyes...

There was no contempt, no dislike, no disgust or disgust, no shock or fear at the moment of his appearance.

It was just clean, with a touch of emotion he had never seen before.