"Sichen, hurry up, I want..."

　　In the quiet office, the woman's breath was magnified by ten times.

　　Holding the stool in her hand, Yin Qingxue stopped at the door.

　　In the lounge of the office, her husband was hanging out with another woman.

　　The clothes that fell down with her and the overlapping of her twisted body made her heart ache and sink to the bottom of the valley.

　　She and Mu Sichen just got married a week ago. Although she had a crush on him for ten years, the reason why she finally married him was that she married on behalf of her sister who escaped from marriage.

　　Even so, she was satisfied, as long as she could marry this person who she had been in love with for ten years.

　　But she didn't expect that she would bump into her husband and secretary, who were unwilling to touch her at home, and secretly have fun in the office after they got married for a week!

　　Lying on the bed and facing the door, Zhou Yuemin directly saw the stunned Yin Qingxue.

　　There was a smug smile at the corner of her eyes, and her body was closer to Mu Sichen, seducing him with a seductive voice.

　　"Chen, I want..."

　　She wanted Yin Qingxue to see this with her own eyes and let her know that even if she was Mrs. Mu, it was useless. The only woman who could fall in love with Mu Sochen on the bed was Zhou Yuemin!

　　However, before she could do that, Yin Qingxue had been stimulated by the messy light in front of her and stumbled backward and hit the door frame directly.

　　The abrupt sound made the man, who was preparing to drive straight in, stop in his tracks.

　　"Qing Xue? Why are you here?" Mu Sichen did not have any guilty conscience while he was kissing her. His slightly knitted brows seemed to be a little unhappy about being disturbed by others.

　　He casually pulled up the sleeping robe on the bed and put it on. Then he walked up to Yin Qingxue, whose face was pale.

　　The man's approach made the traces and smell on his body more distinct.

　　Yin Qingxue could see that there was a kiss mark left by Zhou Yuemin on his neck, shining brightly on the woman's lips.

　　The previously familiar masculine smell had mixed with the woman's strange perfume smell, and it also exuded a strange smell that had just been happy. It made Yin Qingxue feel that her stomach was rolling and it seemed that she would spit out in the next second.

　　"I don't know. Does my wife have a habit of peeking at others?" There was a lot of irony in his words, as if he didn't do anything wrong about this matter. It was all her fault.

　　"You... you're so shameless!" Yin Qing Xue was exasperated and said.

　　She had long known that Mu Sichen did not love her.

　　Mu Sichen grew up in Yin's family and got along with them day and night. A long time ago, he had already given his heart to her sister—Yin Shiqi.

　　However, on the day of their marriage, Yin Shiqi wore a wedding dress and ran away with her senior. Taking into account her family's reputation, Yin's father asked her to marry on behalf of her younger sister temporarily.

　　She thought of what kind of indifference she would suffer after marrying Mu Sichen, but she still married. It was just that she didn't expect that Mu Sichen would rather have a romantic relationship with other women than to touch her!

　　"Are you scolding me or are you complaining that I won't play with you?" Mu Sichen held her chin, and there was no true love in his sharp and deep eyes. "As long as you want, I don't mind the three of you together."

　　His tone was indifferent and there was no sincerity in it. The provoking tone seemed to be to provoke a woman's anger.

　　Yin Qingxue knew what Mu Sichen was thinking. He was clearly telling her that even if she became Mrs. Mu, she could only have this title. She could not have Mu Sochen's feelings, and she had no right to intervene in Mu Sichen's life.

　　They were like two parallel lines. She tried her best to change a junction, but she just lost her arm and went farther and farther.

　　At the moment of Yin Qingxue's bitterness, Mu Sichen had bowed his head and leaned over to approach her. When his cold thin lips were about to kiss her, the crisp slap resounded through the room, and a red mark fell on the man's cold side face.