After Wearing The Book, I Married A Disabled Tyrant (MTL) [COMPLETED]

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Mu Wanwan thought gently, half guessing, half smile on her lips, her eyebrows curved.

The lamp was warm in the study, and Mr. Long only saw golden stars in her eyes, and the smile poked into his heart at once.

Madam doesn't laugh much because it's not necessary. After all, life is not an easy thing for her, except for occasional laughs when playing with bad chirps. He woke up for a relatively short time, usually in the evening, and basically didn't see her laugh much.

In her smile, all the shame and embarrassment in Mr. Long's heart seemed to be reverse furry, which was smoothed out by her smile at once.

Mr. Long's dark eyes lightened slightly, and the fine joy fell. He felt the dryness of the tail lightly, not knowing the state of mind, small amplitude, quietly tipped the tail, and swung it twice.

If the tip of his tail is still there, Mr. Long thinks, the tip of his tail is also shaggy, and she will love it.

unfortunately......

He lowered his eyelids slightly, now there.

There was only the ugly and broken tail that had just bleeded.

.......

Mu Wanwan smiled for a while, carefully rolled up the parchment, and prepared to take it back to the room to collect it.

She thinks Mr. Long is really fun. Is this something written down a long time ago? Even if the word is ugly, the content still makes her endure.

Although it was just one line, she seemed to see Mr. Long.

Mu Wanwan didn't delay too long, and took the pen and left the study.

It was getting cold, Mu Wanwan finished his work, took a shower, and brought the cages of the hens to the kitchen. Now it's getting cold outside. They grow slowly and get sick easily outside.

Mengmeng is still raised in the house, enjoying the same treatment as Mr. Long ∩_∩

After cultivating many spiritual plants, it was already late at night.

Mu Wanwan added a little oil, took out the pen and paper brought back during the day, and began to record some experiences of alchemy failure.

Mengmeng worked hard to accompany her at first, warming her arms with a furry body at her hand, but then she became more and more sleepy, her little head little by little. Mu Wanwan couldn't see it anymore, and he finished recording another one. He was about to turn his head to Mengmeng and found that he had fallen asleep on his arm.

The fatter and fatter body was hairy and warm, and Meng Muwan's heart was about to melt. She carefully put Mengmeng in her hand, put Mao Chiu into its nest, and covered it with a small blanket.

Mu Wanwan finished all this naturally and was ready to go to sleep. She stretched a lazy waist and turned her back to Mr. Long. After stretching the lazy waist, she took off her clothes and only wore a light, obscene coat. It felt a bit wrong when the lights were turned off.

Oops, she forgot that Mr. Long was awake in the middle of the night!

When she just stretched her waist, did she indulge herself too much and undress with the light on...

Mu Wan's cheeks were hot and felt very ashamed, and his movements became much slower.

She already knew his thoughts about herself, and she was not a saint, and how could she have no thoughts, she still wanted to maintain a little fairy in the heart of Mr. Long.

Mu Wanwan slowly climbed into the bed, lifted the quilt, quickly buried himself, pinched the quilt in both hands, and thought about it, or slightly protruded his head out, glanced in his direction, late at night , The room was very dark.