When Dongfang Yu saw Mu Ru bringing two basins into the kitchen, he never came to the restaurant again. Of course, the tea he asked for was not only useless, but also didn't even give him a cup of boiled water.

Well, the woman Xi Muru is very disagreeing with him at the moment, and he doesn't care about her. He sat on the sofa for a few minutes and felt very bored, so he simply stood up and walked towards the kitchen.

The two-bedroom and one-living kitchen was not big. He just came to the kitchen door and did not walk in. Instead, he leaned against the door frame and looked at the woman who was concentrating on wrapping dumplings with her head down.

He remembered that at the Dongfang family, she occasionally entered the kitchen, and she still remembered that she accompanied her to Guining. When she got home, she went into the kitchen and then made her special lion head.

When she went back that day, she also used a thermal lunch box to bring a lion's head to Dongfang Mo, saying that it was Dongfang Mo's face. It was probably not enough to eat Dongfang's food except Dongfang's food.

At that time, her heart was still on Dongfang Mo. She said that Dongfang Mo was her husband. Who would she feel sorry for him if she didn’t feel sorry for him?

Now, in less than half a year, she is making dumplings for another man. She feels sorry for Dongfang Mo, so she is probably using it to feel sorry for Zheng Yifan?

Thinking of this, his nose felt inexplicably sore, and his heart suddenly felt anger. Why did she fall in love with someone else so quickly? Didn’t she say she wanted to stay for Dongfang Mo for the rest of her life?

Looking at the little woman who kept her head down and her hands were flying quickly, looking at the dumplings like flowers placed beside her, and then looking at her thin waist and slightly raised buttocks,

His lower abdomen was almost uncontrollably tensed.

In the end, I couldn't help it and stepped in. I hugged her who was making dumplings from behind with my arms. My thin lips quickly came to her ears. The hot breath was spit out, and the low and dull voice was

She murmured in her ear: "Mu Ru, I..."

Mu Ru almost instantly threw away the dumplings in her hand, grabbed Dongfang Yu's hand with both hands, gritted her teeth and spread them hard, then turned around quickly, broke away from Dongfang Yu's arms, and quickly looked to the side.

Moving two steps, the cold eyes hit the face of the man in front of him, and the cold voice echoed in the kitchen: "Original Second Master, please respect yourself, okay?"

"Self-respect?" Dongfang Yu was slightly stunned when he heard this, then he laughed suddenly. Then he approached Mu Ru two more steps, reached out to lift her jaw, and squeezed it tightly with a little force.

Her head slowly lowered, and her deep eyes became closer to her face as her head continued to fall. Her skin was pale but not fair, and her cheeks were slightly shiny without makeup.

It was dull, but still very delicate. Because of close viewing, you could almost see the thin fluff on her face, making his heart tighten for a while...

"Xi Muru, are you joking? Do I need to respect you?" The sarcasm at the corner of Dongfang Yu's lips was increasing. Her slightly thick fingertips were fumbled with her slightly dry lips, ambiguous and low voice.

"Woman, I have never seen where you are? Have you touched it? Have you ever touched it? Have you ever touched it? On that yacht, when you were moaning gently under me, and when I was considerate to you, how did you
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