Chapter 802: Falling Into a Trap (1)

Su Ran was even more proud, looking at Jun Xiang with a smug look, and snorted at him, "Shuangshuang still loves me, you are a big bad guy, you are not allowed to eat this dish."

"Why can't I eat it? I want to eat it..." Jun Xiang said, and immediately took the chopsticks to pick up a piece of beef ribs and put it in his mouth.

Look, within thirty seconds, Jun Da Shao's IQ will be lowered by his little fiancee.

Wushuang smiled and shook his head again, picked up another piece and put it in the bowl of the man next to him, and said softly, "You like this the most, eat it quickly."

Mu Jinchen felt warm in his heart, pulled Wushuang's little hand from under the table and squeezed it, and then began to eat elegantly.

At the same table, two pairs of people, two completely different styles, achieved two completely different happiness.

Happiness is not inevitable, and love also has thousands of forms. The best one is the one that suits you.

It was almost eleven o'clock in the evening before the two funny guys were sent away.

It was already 11:30 pm when Wushuang came out of the shower. She was so sleepy that she could hardly open her eyes. She sat in front of the dressing table, holding a towel in her hand and wiping her hair intermittently.

The man who was lying on the bed reading a book could no longer read, so he put down the book in his hand, walked to the little woman, took the towel in her hand, and gently wiped her.

Wushuang sat on the chair, lazily closed one eye and secretly glanced at the man, and simply hugged his thighs.

Such a coquettish action naturally pleased Mu Jinchen. The little woman became gentle, and even the coldest heart would melt instantly.

He leaned over and kissed her cheek, then took the hair dryer beside him to help her dry her hair little by little.

The little woman didn't say anything all the time, letting him move. When he put down the hair dryer, he found that the little woman had fallen asleep leaning on him.

He sighed softly, carefully held Wushuang in his arms and walked towards the tatami.

Wushuang had just finished taking a shower, and her delicate skin was still slightly flushed. The man leaned over to cover her with a blanket, and a familiar fragrance came over her. The same shower gel, but after she used it, it could emit a different smell. That was the smell of his woman, his Wushuang.

The big hand couldn't help but gently stroke the little woman's cheek, and then kissed her forehead.

Just as she was about to get up, the little woman suddenly hugged his neck, and her pink lips were still muttering, "Mu Jinchen...sleepy...sleep..."

Mu Jinchen hooked the corner of his lips, touched the little woman's forehead, and gently kissed her lips, "Sweet dreams, my girl."

Then he pulled her hand down and went up from the other end of the bed, gently hugged the little woman into his arms, and then had a good night's sleep.

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In a blink of an eye, it was Xia Jinrong's first seven days. According to the customs of S City, the first seven days are a festival for ghosts, and it is also the day when the soul returns home for the first time, and a sacrificial ceremony is required.

The Xia Garden in the morning was not as deserted as in the past. The old housekeeper had ordered the servants to prepare the items for the sacrifice early.

After this period of buffering, the Xia family basically accepted the fact that Xia Jinrong was no longer there, but on this day, the pressure in the Xia Garden was still very low. A lot of sadness had just dissipated, and it seemed to be slowly gathering again.

Jing Hongyuan and Xia Muxue got up early to make arrangements. Xia Muxue still had to rely on a wheelchair, so Jing Hongyuan stayed by her side all the time, not leaving her side.