Later she still didn't go to work. Although her mother-in-law hired a caregiver, Mu Lianghe stayed in the hospital for a few days and then returned to the military yard for recuperation. One afternoon before she was discharged from the hospital, many comrades came to the ward, and fruits filled the ward. Later, she took some to give to the nurse.

"Qingning, stop busy and come here to rest."

Mu Lianghe leaned on the bed, his eyes were deep and there was a smile on his lips. She was sorting out the things she brought back from the hospital. She sat down until everything was done and wiped the forehead. The temperature in late autumn had already dropped. The balcony window was wide open, and the cold wind blew in. She was afraid that he would be cold, so she walked over and shut it down. She happened to see Chen Ming's car driving in.

"Chief, what do you want to eat? Today I will show you my skills." Suddenly, a whim came.

"Let Mrs. Wu do it, come and talk to me."

She said in surprise, Mu Lianghe rarely communicated with her in language. Compared to communication in action, he preferred the latter, but she still walked over, sat on the edge of the bed, twisted her body and leveled with his sight.

"Chief, please find a topic. I like to talk about gossip."

Mu Lianghe reached out to sort out her messy collar, then pulled up the hair scattered in her ears, picked up the cell phone beside her, and showed her the number on it.

She was indeed familiar with this number, and she was surprised and angry. Yes, she felt very angry, and she felt a little angry, and she felt a little angry: "What did he say?"

Mu Lianghe took his cell phone and put it on the bedside table, looking ordinary: "After a while, we went to visit. No matter how we say we are married now, we should go and see it for both reason and reason."

She never told Xie Dongfeng about her marriage with Mu Lianghe. One reason was that she felt it was unnecessary, and on the other hand, she felt that her marriage with Mu Lianghe would not last long and would have to leave sooner or later.

It is not difficult for her to imagine Mu Lianghe's mood when she received the call from Xie Dongfeng. Xie Dongfeng would never say good things, or even ridicule it. This is in line with his personality and methods of doing things. She didn't want Mu Lianghe to be ridiculed by Xie Dongfeng when she came to her door, saying that she would protect her shortcomings.

"There is no need to go, I'm going to make my own decisions anyway."

"Qing Ning, after all, he is still your father."

"I don't have a father like that."

"Qingning."

She ignored him calling her behind her and went downstairs. Her relationship with Xie Dongfeng is so thin that she is probably as fragile as a thread. A long time ago, since the death of her mother, the distance between her and Xie Dongfeng had been widened, as deep as a gap. No matter how he tried to get closer in recent years, she almost refused.

Sometimes the closer you are to someone, the more you make a mistake, the more you cannot forgive, because the hope you gave at the beginning is too high, the greater the loss.

Mu Lianghe looked at the empty room, closed his eyes and leaned on the bed. He didn't force her just now, but some things would be better solved as soon as possible. As time goes by, the greater the variables.

Xie Qingning didn't arrive first. The day after Xie Dongfeng called, he sent his secretary to pick him up. She happened to walk to the gate after get off work. Today, Chen Ming had something to do and couldn't pick her up, so she planned to take the bus back.

"Miss Xie, please get in the car, Mr. Xie is waiting for you."

The secretary opened the car door respectfully and without being humble. She looked at the shiny body of the car. In the hazy night, the yellow lights on the roadside hit the car. She was in a trance for a while. Her father Xie Dongfeng was no longer a poor boy who was poor and could not marry his wife. He had entered the class of society, had a successful career and a beautiful wife, but everything was based on the pain of others.

She did not refuse, bent down and sat in the car. Bentley slowly drove into the traffic. Colorful neon lights flashed by and flashed across her face. She took out her cell phone from her bag and sent a message to Mu Lianghe, telling him that something was going to happen at night and there was no need to wait for her to have dinner. The word "good" was quickly replied to the other end, and a sentence was added, come back early.

She looked down at the words to come back early, and somewhere in her heart was tide and wet, a little soft and soft, a warm current whizzing through her chest, not along the direction of the rails.

The place where Xie Dongfeng set up was in a five-star hotel in City C., in the center of downtown. The parking guy drove away the car. The secretary led her into it. The shiny floor in the hall and the luxurious and dazzling chandeliers. She never liked Xie Dongfeng's high profile, like a nouveau riche. Perhaps because people are poor, they must let everyone know when they are rich.

The private room was on the third floor, and the secretary opened the door for her. Before she could enter, she heard the man's low conversation inside. Turning the screen, she saw that Xie Dongfeng was talking to a young man. Seeing her coming in, she smiled and introduced to the young man beside her: "This is my daughter, Xie Qingning, this is the boss of the flag banquet. "

"Hello, Mr. Qi." Qiyan is the five-star hotel she currently lives in. For this young and promising boss, she doesn't know what medicine is selling in Xie Dongfeng's gourd.

"Qi Jun will not disturb Mr. Xie and his beloved daughter's dinner. I will write this to my account, Qi Jun will take the lead."

She glanced at a man named Qi Jun, who looked gentle, but in this circle, the more gentle the surface he was, the more beast he was, it was better to provoke less.

"Isn't it just a meal? As for such a big show."

Xie Dongfeng seemed to be in a good mood today and kept laughing, "I invite my baby daughter to dinner, of course I have to find a good place. The salmon here is good, try it."

"Whatever you want, say something earlier. I have a family now, and I still have to work hard when I go back."

The smile on Xie Dongfeng's face was almost unhappy, but it was better than she thought. She thought she would get angry when she met, but now she seemed a little rational.

"Qing Ning, I didn't discuss it with my father about getting married such a big deal, and I was married to a soldier, so it was so nonsense."

"What's wrong with the soldiers? According to your statement, aren't even millions of active-duty soldiers in China still single?"

"That's someone else's business. How can my daughter Xie Dongfeng marry a soldier? I think you are fooled at the age of a young age." He confronted him tit.

"I'm not three years old, so I still have this ability to distinguish. I can clearly distinguish who treats me and who treats me badly, and you don't need to correct me." Perhaps in Xie Dongfeng's eyes, marrying a rich second generation is the best marriage, which is not only helpful to him in business, but also has a gleam on his face.

"Qingning, your mother is gone. I must check your major events in life and bring him to us when I have time."

"I don't think it's meeting, it's ridicule."

"Qingning." Xie Dongfeng raised his voice. She rolled up the tablecloth in her hand indifferently and swallowed: "I understand."

After all, she softened first and gave Xie Dongfeng a step down. The meal was terrible and almost got stuck when eating salmon. She attributed it to Xie Dongfeng that it was all because Xie Dongfeng made her unhappy. When she left, she met Qi Jun again and greeted Xie Dongfeng. She felt uncomfortable when she looked at it. Thinking of Mu Lianghe’s getting along with her superiors and subordinates, she liked how refreshed they were.

When he went back, he refused his secretary's kindness to send her back. He took a taxi back by himself. It was almost 9 o'clock when he got home. Mrs. Wu opened the door and was about to go back. When she left, she said that the chief didn't eat much tonight. She nodded. Could it be that she didn't take him there and was angry?

Pushing open the bedroom door, Mu Liang and lie on the bed, soft yellow lights sprinkled on the bed, and in her hand was a half-new military map, with red pens dots on it. She approached the funny words: "When you look at the military map, don't you need to eat?"

Mu Lianghe folded the map and placed it on the bedside table, supported her body, and she put her hands on her: "I will go back to the army tomorrow, don't tell her mother."

"Chief, I think you don't want a waist anymore, don't expect me to hide it for you."

She was really angry. Why didn't this person care about his body at all? Do you think he could do anything if he was young? He couldn't help but pinch his arm.

"Chief, if you are missing one of the troops, you will still be the troops, and it will not be dispersed."

"I can't let them fight alone."

"Okay, whatever you want, I can't tell you." Mu Lianghe's temper was smelly and hard, just like a stone in the pit. He knew that he could not change his decision, so he simply refused to persuade him, "Turn over and I'll give you a massage."

When he was discharged from the hospital, He Jiaying told her to massage her waist every day after she came back. She squeezed some ointment and put it on her palm, applied it evenly on her waist, and polished her fingertips round by circle. The ointment smelled a little pungent, and Mu Lianghe didn't say a word. In fact, she knew it hurt during the massage, so she deliberately became a little stronger. She really didn't know what he was carrying it on. Even if she called it out, she wouldn't laugh at him.

After massage, I found a hot towel to wipe off the ointment on my waist, put down my pajamas and turned off the headlights, leaving only a tender orange wall lamp. She entered the bathroom, and there was a large mirror in the bathroom that could shine her whole body in. She reached out to rub her chin, and then her sour eyes, with a little red eye. She found that she was actually reluctant to let go. The injuries on his waist had not healed yet, and it was very difficult to walk, but her stubborn temperament could not be resisted.

I thought about calling my mother-in-law to report the matter, but I was afraid that he would be angry. Xie Qingning, you must be a demon.

After washing, she went out, her wet hair draped over her shoulders, found the hair dryer from the drawer and walked outside and then came in. The tender yellow light hit his hard side face. She leaned over and kissed her gently. When she got up, she happened to meet his open eyes. It was dark and shiny, as if she was talking. She was frightened and immediately lay down with the quilt rolled up.

Mu Lianghe reached out to touch the cheek that she had kissed just now, and there was still a hot temperature. Her thin and soft lips made a kiss on it, arousing the desire and desire that had not been released in her body for a long time.

I only felt the person beside me rolling over, then my hot body was pressed up. She curled up in the quilt, and was held in his arms by him. Then her pajamas were lifted from below, and her big hand reached in and placed on her lower abdomen.

"Chief, you're sure you can now and won't give up halfway."

Mu Lianghe smiled softly, her chest was undulating, her ears pressed against his chest, and she clearly heard the thunderous sound inside, pressing his hand on his lower abdomen to prevent him from touching.

"Qing Ning, fire the fire first, see if it sounds."

"don't want."

Mu Lianghe continued to smile softly, and the hand that was resting on her lower abdomen was unhonestly stretched underneath, kneading the place through the thin fabric. She subconsciously put her legs together and clamped his hands inside. Mu Liang and her index finger bent, found the right place to penetrate, and went in. She groaned muffled. The empty feeling in her body became stronger and stronger. She felt ashamed and didn't want to admit that she was joking and moving. However, her body was much more honest than her mouth, and it was already wet.

The index finger went inside again, and was tightly clamped by the tender wall inside, and in the dark, Mu Lianghe kissed her eyebrows, coaxing like a cunning fox: "Be good, don't, clamp too tightly." There is another update tomorrow hf();
Chapter completed!