Seeing that Yan Xuewei was fascinated by him, Mu Sishen asked, "What's wrong?"

When Yan Xuewei came back to her senses, she looked at Mu Sishen, but her eyes were a little hollow. She seemed to be looking at him, but she didn't.

"Third brother, I don't think it's true." Yan Xuewei opened her lips lightly and said hoarsely.

"What?"

Yan Xuewei withdrew her gaze and looked straight at him.

She had been fond of the man in front of her since she met him once when she was a child.

After she grew up and became sensible, she understood that her feelings for him were love.

Over the years, she didn't care about anything, as long as she could be with him.

When people stay together for a long time, they will eventually develop feelings for each other.

It's like raising a cat or a dog. Over time, the relationship will become deeper.

But Yan Xuewei didn't know that people's love for cats and dogs is just a simple liking, not wanting to marry them.

His eyes gradually filled with water, and inadvertently, tears slowly slid down his cheeks.

It's so uncomfortable.

This feeling of not being able to love her was so overwhelming that she couldn't breathe.

Why?

Why can't Musi love her?

Why does he choose to be with other women?

"What's wrong?"

Yan Xuewei's sudden tears made Mu Sishen a little at a loss.

Yan Xuewei burst into tears. He could never understand her mood at this time.

The person she loved was right in front of her, but she could do nothing.

She and Musi Shen may never have a result, this is her love.

Apart from going to bed, there was no chance for them to get close to each other.

"Third brother, I...I feel uncomfortable." Yan Xuewei cried.

"What's wrong?" Musi hurriedly picked her up.

Yan Xuewei hugged his neck and lay on him crying.

"Third brother, third brother, I...my heart aches..."

"What's going on? Did you catch a cold? Should I take you to the hospital now?"

Hearing this, Yan Xuewei cried more and more painfully.

It hurts and there is no cure.

"Xuewei, Xuewei." Mu Sishen called her name anxiously, and he was really anxious.

Yan Xuewei let go of him and looked into his eyes, "Third brother, kiss me."

Musshen frowned tightly, "How is your health?"

"Kiss me and it won't hurt anymore."

Mu Sishen held her face with his big hands, and wiped away her tears with his rough long fingers, "Last time you went to the hospital, did you feel uncomfortable somewhere in your body?"

Mu Sishen recalled the last time she went to the hospital, and since she had taken birth control pills later, he was worried that there might be something wrong with her body.

Yan Xuewei shook her head slightly, sniffed, and smiled slightly, "Third brother, shall we... continue?"

At this time, Yan Xuewei became the charming and charming herself again.

"..."

Mu Sishen couldn't understand her anymore. In the past, she always followed his rhythm obediently in bed.

But now, she is increasingly out of control.

She has her own rhythm and her own thoughts, and it seems that he can't catch her more and more...

This feeling, this feeling of emptiness, why do you feel this way?

While Mu Si was distracted, Yan Xuewei took the initiative to kiss him.

Then I heard her say softly, "Third brother, I... still want to..."

This sentence simply gave Musi God blood.

This woman is getting better and better at teasing him.

Mushen's big hand pressed her shoulders and pressed her on the bed.

.

"Don't cry for a while!"

Yan Xuewei raised her hands and hooked his waist, "Third brother, are you so capable?"

"..."

Damn it!

She challenges him!

Mu Sishen had to show her what he was capable of this time!

Next, there was a "bloody storm" in the bedroom. At first, Yan Xuewei could cope with it, but after a long time, she still couldn't use up the physical strength of Mu Sishen.

As if he was not tired at all, Mu Sishen pinched Yan Xuewei's waist as if he wanted to tear her apart.

In the end, Yan Xuewei couldn't hold on any longer, her eyelids drooped and she slowly fell asleep.

**

"Qianqian, you are just too cautious. Uncle is your man, why don't you take the initiative?"

In the rental house, Fang Miaomiao was pacing back and forth in the living room, and she said loudly to An Qianqian.

An Qianqian was wearing a white short-sleeved nightgown, sitting on the sofa in a daze, with red eyes and not saying a word.

Just now, Fang Miaomiao heard what Mu Sishen said clearly. An Qianqian had just made a call, and Mu Sishen said something to her and hung up.

An Qianqian was left alone in a daze.

"Qianqian, what are you thinking? It's hard to find a high-quality man like this uncle if you miss him." Fang Miaomiao lectured An Qianqian with a look of resentment.

"You always want to let nature take its course, but other women use tricks against uncles. Do you think men have such long-term feelings?"

Listening to Fang Miaomiao's words, An Qianqian remained motionless.

"Qianqian, don't blame me for being harsh. You both know our families and backgrounds. Without uncle, you will lose your current life. We, a poor student, can't rent a house with a rent of 10,000 yuan a month.

"

An Qianqian is better-looking than her and more noble-minded than her, but she knows that An Qianqian is the same person as her, otherwise they would not play together.

Men just follow her tricks, pretending to be pitiful and pretending to be noble. Only women can see this trick, but men are blind.

"I know that uncle has given you a lot of valuable things, but those things will be spent sooner or later. And uncle is the long-term meal ticket. If you find a way to seize it, you will definitely regret it in the future."

"Have you said enough?" An Qianqian raised her head and asked coldly.

Fang Miaomiao was stunned for a moment. She looked at the expressionless An Qianqian and was startled because she looked so strange like this.

"you……"

"What uncle wants to do is beyond my control. I know you are worried about me, but there is nothing I can do about it."

After listening to An Qianqian's words, Fang Miaomiao breathed a sigh of relief.

"I can help you!"

"Help? How to help? If uncle doesn't like me, it's useless for anyone to help."

"Qianqian, you don't understand now." Fang Miaomiao smiled and sat next to An Qianqian, "If I guessed correctly, the uncle must be with the man named Yan."

"What?"

"Just think about it, it was just the two of them at that time, and then it rained so heavily."

An Qianqian thought carefully about what Fang Miaomiao said.

"Why did he lose his temper with you? It means he found something sweet with another woman."

An Qianqian looked at Fang Miaomiao, "Qianqian, if you don't take the initiative, uncle may be snatched away by that woman."

"I...what can I do? Compared with Teacher Yan, I have no chance of winning." An Qianqian cried weakly as she spoke.

She was already very delicate and fragile, so I felt especially sorry for her when she cried.

"Miaomiao, with our background, how can we compare with a young lady like Teacher Yan? If I really want to fight with her, then...
To be continued...