Chapter 282 Calling His Name

The lights in the bar were on, but the place where they were sitting was still a bit dark.

Meng Ying couldn't see the emotion on his face clearly, but it was normal to hear his voice.

She said: "It's not distrust, it's just that accidents are inevitable."

Accidents are something that cannot be avoided artificially.

"With me, there is no accident." Mu Yuansheng tapped the table with his fingers.

The sound is not heavy, but powerful.

Suddenly the lights were brighter than before, and Meng Ying saw his expression.

The sharp-edged face was as tight as if it had been covered with a layer of paste, the thin lips were lightly pursed into a straight line, and there was a dead silence around the whole person, and everything told her that this man was in a bad mood.

Meng Ying was shocked by the low air pressure he emitted.

I don't know what happened, but I felt that there was sadness hidden in his heart.

She reached out to him, held his fingers one by one, and gently pinched his palm, "Mu Yuansheng, if you don't leave, I won't give up. Okay?"

Mu Yuansheng's heart skipped a beat.

His fingers trembled too.

For the first time, she called his name.

I used to call him "husband" with a smile, but I always felt that calling him too frequently, too easily, was missing something.

He only knows now that what is missing is being so serious.

From the time when she was completely inconsistent with the investigation, she readily accepted his identity and had intimate contact with him, without any transition at all, and everything happened so naturally.

Suddenly, I felt that it really didn't take much time for the relationship between the two of them to develop into what it is now.

The two obviously have no emotional basis, yet they get along like an old married couple.

He wondered again.

If this is not serious, then what is serious?

If you want to play, you can't play yourself.

This sentence "You will not leave, I will not abandon", but she is as casual as the usual words?

He never thought that he was also disturbed by love.

"Husband?" Meng Ying stretched out her hand and shook it in front of his eyes.

Mu Yuansheng grabbed her hand, and stared at her with deep eyes that could not be seen like the vast universe, "Okay."

After waiting for this word, Meng Ying realized that her heart was always tense.

After he finished speaking, that heart fell.

she laughed.

That smiling face is so beautiful.

Bright eyes and bright teeth, like the sea of ​​stars, made him get lost in it.

Suddenly, Meng Ying didn't want to watch other people's confession ceremony.

Holding Mu Yuansheng's hand, "Honey, let's go home."

...

This time, it was harder than any previous time, and I wanted to press the opponent into my chest and burn it in my heart.

Strange to say, the two of them were an unusual fit from the beginning.

Be it mentally or physically.

Meng Ying lay on Mu Yuansheng's chest, listening to his strong heartbeat.

The air is filled with the most erosive smell after love.

It would be a beautiful thing if time stopped here.

Meng Ying turned her face away, put her hand on the tattoo on his chest, tracing the "M" and the word "Ying".

She believed it.

He really wanted to never leave.

If not, why do you have to suffer?

"Husband, I'll get a tattoo too." Meng Ying pointed to a little below her collarbone, "Tattoo an 'M', and then a 'sheng' tattoo, okay?"

"No." Mu Yuansheng warned, "No tattoos like this on your body."

"Why? You can, why can't I?" Meng Ying raised her face and complained, "My love for you is no less than your love for me."

Mu Yuansheng hugged her, "I know. Don't get a tattoo."

"Why?"

"It hurts."