Back in Binhai, Mu Ru started to get busy, because Xiao Yu was going to go back to kindergarten. As for herself, Jingxuan Gallery called her and said that all her paintings were sold out and the price was very good, and asked her to hurry up and buy more.

Draw some pictures and send them over.

Originally, she was a painter, and it was not difficult to paint. However, her current body was not special. She felt uncomfortable smelling the turpentine when she was pregnant, let alone painting.

So, that night, after dinner, she was waiting in the room for her return from the United States. Dongfang Mo, who was so busy that he was so busy, finally waited for this man to come back at 11:30 p.m.

"Why aren't you sleeping yet?" Dongfang Mo found that she was only wearing pajamas and was leaning on the sofa. He couldn't help but walked over and scolded her in a low voice: "Why don't you know how to cherish your body? Women age quickly when they stay up late.

Do you know?"

"Wouldn't it be true that I am more suitable for you when I am older?" Mu Rubai glanced at him: "Go out so that others won't say that we are father and daughter."

Dongfang Mo took a breath after hearing this and couldn't help but remind her: "Xi Muru, I'm only nine years older than you. Besides, when we go out, we don't look like father and daughter, right?"

She nodded, "It's true that they don't look like father and daughter, but they look like brother and sister."

"That's nonsense," Dongfang Mo said angrily, "We are obviously husband and wife, okay? Look at the wedding photos on our marriage certificate, do they look like husband and wife?"

After hearing this, Mu Ru rolled her eyes at him again. She has seen shameless people before, but she has never seen him so shameless. The photo on their marriage certificate is just a silly picture, okay?

"I want to go back to South Korea," Mu Ru didn't want to continue arguing with him about this issue, and quickly got down to business.

"What are you going back to Korea for?" Dongfang Mo immediately became wary: "Did Che Qixuan call you again? You must not pay attention to the three of them. They are living a good life. What?

There is no shortage either.”

"I'm going back to get my paintings," Mu Ru yawned and said, "all the paintings I put in Jingxuan Gallery are sold out, but I still have a lot of paintings in Korea. I want to take them and put them in Jingxuan Gallery."

Go sell it.”

"What are you going to get? Just put them wherever you want," Dongfang Mo said without caring, "Can't we just bring them back when we go to South Korea?"

"But I have no paintings to sell now, not even one." Mu Ru quickly explained to him.

"Then you can continue painting," Dongfang Mo took off his coat and threw it on the sofa as he spoke: "Okay, Mu Ru, go to bed and sleep. I also went to take a shower. Did you take a shower? How about we two take a couple's bath?

go."

Dongfang Mo's voice was obviously ambiguous when he talked about the mandarin duck bath. His mind immediately recalled the last time he rolled in the bathtub with her. He was busy with company affairs during this period. It seemed that he hadn't had sex with her for a week.

...

Thinking of this, his body instinctively warmed up, and a certain place unexpectedly swelled up. He turned around, came to the sofa again, put his thin lips to her earlobe and asked in a low voice: "How is it?"

?Let’s go to...the mandarin duck bath?”

"Go," Mu Ru stretched out her hand to push his head away, and then snorted coldly: "You are dreaming, I can't even draw now, how can I serve you as BT?"

"Can't you draw anymore?" Dongfang Mo became more and more puzzled. He couldn't help but grab her wrist and asked with concern: "What's wrong? Mu Ru, does your hand hurt or feel uncomfortable somewhere? It's affecting your painting.
Chapter completed!