When Dongfang Yu saw mu ru bring two pots into the kitchen, he did not come to the dining room anymore. Of course, not only did he not bring the tea he asked for, he did not even bring him a cup of boiled water.
Well, Xi Muru had a lot of opinions about him at the moment, so he did not bother with her. He Sat on the Sofa for a few minutes and felt bored, so he stood up and went back to the kitchen.
The two-bedroom and one-living kitchen was not big. He only came to the kitchen door and did not go in. Instead, he leaned against the door frame and looked at the woman who was concentrating on making dumplings with her head lowered.
He remembered that she would occasionally go into the kitchen at the Dongfang family home. He also remembered that she would accompany her to the kitchen. When she went home, she went into the kitchen and made her famous lion head.
That day, when she went back, she even used an insulated lunch box to bring Dongfang Mo a lion head. She said that he had a face like Dongfang Mo's. She estimated that other than the Dongfang family's food, she probably had not eaten any of the Dongfang family's food.
At that time, her heart was still in Dongfang Mo. she said that Dongfang Mo was her husband. If she did not feel sorry for him, who would?
And now, in less than half a year, she was making dumplings for another man. Her heart that felt sorry for Dongfang Mo was probably also used to feel sorry for Zheng Yifan, right?
Thinking of this, his nose felt inexplicably sore, but his heart was suddenly filled with anger. Why did she have to change her heart so quickly Didn't she say that she would stay by Dongfang Mo's side for the rest of her life?
Looking at the little woman who had her head lowered and her two hands flying rapidly, looking at the dumplings that were like flowers placed next to her, then looking at her slender waist and slightly raised buttocks.. His lower abdomen almost instantly tightened uncontrollably.
In the end, he could not hold it in any longer. He took a step forward and hugged her from behind as she was making the dumplings. His thin lips quickly moved to her ear and he exhaled a warm breath His deep and hoarse voice whispered in her ear, "Mu Ru, i... "
Mu Ru almost instantly threw away the dumplings in her hands. Her Two hands grabbed Dongfang Yu's hands and she gritted her teeth as she forcefully broke them apart. Then, she quickly turned around and struggled out of Dongfang Yu's embrace. She quickly moved two steps to the side Her ice-cold gaze landed on the face of the man in front of her. Her ice-cold voice reverberated in the kitchen. "Second Young Master Dongfang, can you please have some self-respect? "
"SELF-RESPECT? " Dongfang Yu was slightly stunned when he heard this. Then, he immediately smiled and moved two steps closer to Mu Ru. He reached out and lifted her chin. He squeezed it a little harder
He lowered his head slowly. His deep eyes moved closer and closer to her face as he lowered his head. The skin on her face was Pale, but it was not fair. The luster on her cheeks was a little dull, but it was still very delicate Because he was watching her up close, he could almost see the fine hair on her face, which made his heart tighten for a while... ...
"Xi Muru, are you kidding me? Do I need to respect myself to you? " The sarcasm on Dongfang Yu's lips increased His slightly rough fingers touched her slightly dry lips He whispered ambiguously, "woman, what part of your body have I never seen Never touched Never touched On that yacht, when you groaned under me, when I was so considerate to you, why didn't you tell me to respect myself... . . .