Mr. Lu, the wife was the white moonlight that night

I don't think Sir will be back tonight, ma' am. Why don't you go to bed? ' Zhang Ma looked at the bedroom light that was still on and kindly reminded me. A glimmer of disappointment flashed through Ye Jiahe's eyes. Right then, the sound of a car engine came from the yard. Ye Jiahe didn't even have time to put on his slippers, so he ran to the window and looked. Sure enough, it was Lu Jingmo's silver Bentley that pulled into the garage. She took a deep breath and looked down at her sexy robe, her heart beating like a drum. Two years after they were married, he slept in the guest room and never touched her. Ye Jiahe knew that their marriage was facilitated by grandfather Lu, not Lu Jingmo's original intention. But it's been two years. They can't keep doing this, can they? Does Lu Jingmo think that she is simply a college student who has not graduated, and that she does not understand anything? Did he think she was too heavy? Thinking of this, Ye Jiahe wore a sexy nightdress made of black lace and quietly walked to the door of the guest room. She summoned up courage and knocked on the door, but there was no answer. Ye Jiahe carefully opened the door into the bathroom, the sound of water. He should still be in the shower. Suddenly, the sound of water in the bathroom stopped, and Lu Jingmo's slender legs walked out of the bathroom. He was wearing only a towel tied around his waist. The man's strong body was exposed to the air, and the water droplets slid down the solid muscle texture, which made Ye Jiahe look startled. So, is this what the legend says about "dressing thin and shedding flesh"? "Ye Jiahe!" Lu Jingmo's handsome frown, voice cold, "Have you seen sufficiently?" Who let you in my room? Ye Jiahe awkwardly withdrew his eyes and said confidently: "You are my husband, your room is not my room?" With that, her white cheeks dyed red, her clear eyes looked at him and asked, "Do you want a dress like mine?" A delicate and delicate tiny woman appeared in front of his eyes, white as a porcelain face flushed, thin eyelashes trembling, innocent, but like in the release of electricity, damn charming. He had never known such a side of his little wife. Lu Jingmo covered the abnormalities in his eyes, and the Adam's Apple unconsciously turned. Then he quickly picked up the robe and put it on, and threw her another dress. Lu Jingmo restrained himself: "Go back to your room. Ye Jiahe looked at him aggrieved, and there was always a sense of self-humiliation. Her mind suddenly guessed Xia Ling. Xia Ling suggested, like Lu Jingmo, very aged, but also the first wealthy family in Jiangcheng, who have a face and money. How many women wanted to climb on him wanted to! He can't be a vegetarian for long unless he eats a lot out and comes home with a clear conscience. In this way, Ye Jiahe's question blurted out, "Do you have anyone outside?" Lu Jingmo's eyes flashed, neither admitting nor denying. He opened his mouth gently and calmly said the most ruthless words, "Jiahe, the day we got married, I mentioned that what I can give you is the position of Mrs. Lu." You shouldn't think about the rest. Every time he said this sentence, the weakness and despair at the bottom of my heart swept again, and swept every nerve of Ye Jiahe. Maybe, in his view, she was simply a modest, climbing and high-high branch girl. After all, no one wants to marry a man they've never met. But he didn't understand. In fact, many years ago, he was like a beam of light, warming her world. When she lost her mind, Lu Jingmo had opened the door for her. "Go and rest. Don't ever dress like that again. These clothes don't suit you. The meaning of his invitation was clear. Ye Jiahe left his room in disgrace, blushing to the point of dripping blood. Right back in the bedroom, father Ye Zhaoming's phone call came over. "Sorry, Dad, he's not going to Grandma's birthday party tomorrow." Ye Jiahe knew that she could not convince Lu Jingmo. Ye Zhaoming sighed heavily and said, "You have been married for two years, and he has never set foot in our door." I said we didn't deserve to live here if your mother hadn't insisted on......" "Dad," he said. Ye Jiahe did not want people saying that her mother was bad. She interrupted: "I married him voluntarily! ... The next day. Ye Jiahe can only go home alone to attend his grandmother's birthday party. Although Ye Jiahe knew, in front of old Lady Ye, he was not favored. But with all the guests present, she had to toast the elderly lady. Stepmother Luo Juan suggested, "Yo, Jiahe, why don't you bring your husband?" You've been married for two years, and we've never even met your husband. The aged lady held the glass, the skin laughed and the meat did not laugh: "This is too poor and sour of our leaf family!" On such an important day, it seems that the grandson actually does not care about my elderly lady. Ye Baozhu's elder sister took the opportunity.