Rebirth Space: Ace Spicy Wife, Don’t Get Angry

This was the first time she heard Wuming's angry voice, and she was frightened to fall to the ground unsteadily, looking at Wuming in disbelief.

Wuming turned his head, those cold eyes looked at Li Xianger indifferently. Li Xianger only felt cold all over, and could only watch Wuming walking away.

"Anonymous, how can you do this to me?"

Li Xianger roared from behind, watching Wuming walk away with long slender legs. After Li Xianger got up from the ground, he stomped his feet fiercely.

The nameless hands in his pockets, his posture is lazy and sexy. Even in summer, he wears black trousers, which shows that his legs are slender and stylish. Many women passing by will look at him more.

The sky was getting darker, Wuming walked, looking at the street lamp on the side of the road, in the halo, he seemed to see a delicate voice, the voice was delicate and soft calling his name.

But no matter how he looked at it, he couldn't see what the person looked like, nor could he hear what name the person called.

His head hurts a little, very uncomfortable, Wuming stood in place and bent slightly, and stretched out his hand with distinct joints to cover his head.

"Yue..."

He raised his head in shock, as if he was about to blurt out some name, but finally stopped abruptly because he couldn't remember.

Who on earth is occupying his heart, no matter what he thinks, he can't remember.

He wanted to find her, but he didn't know who to find or where to find.

He would repeat a dream every night. In the dream, he held a girl tightly and she smiled at him, but the next moment she seemed to fly away. No matter how he held her, she would stay away from him.

As the night fell, Wuming finally walked to the apartment he rented. The place he rented was about ten minutes away from the construction site. Today, he didn’t know what was going on, his chest was so full that he stopped and went. , It finally took half an hour to get home.

The apartment is six stories high and is an old apartment. Except for some elderly people who rent this apartment, they are workers who work nearby.

To enter the apartment, you have to enter a small alley, which is not deep, that is, a distance of more than ten meters.

There were light footsteps behind him that seemed to follow him.

The nameless expression condensed, he should be cold, but stopped because of strange and familiar steps.

After he stopped, the sound of footsteps behind him seemed to stop as well.

There seemed to be a familiar fragrance slowly dispersing in the alley, Wuming's heart clenched inexplicably, and he turned around to look.

There are almost no lights in the hutongs, and you can only vaguely see through the lights of other people's homes not far away.

In the darkness, a looming black shadow stood not far away. She was slender and slender, with a delicate and beautiful face looming in the darkness, and her body exuded a light and beautiful breath, like a fairy falling into the world.

In the darkness, there seemed to be a longing whisper that was passed into Wuming's ear with the breeze.

"Ink is deep, ink is deep, ink is deep..."

Unfamiliar and familiar voices, unfamiliar and familiar names, these all made Wuming's heart tense.

He took a few steps forward, seeming to want to subconsciously hug the person in front of him, but stopped in the next moment.

Qin Tianyue stood not far away, looking obsessively at Mo Yishen, tears filled his eyes.

It was her Mo Yishen and her husband. She finally found him, and this time she won't be separated.

She whispered the name that belonged to him.