Under Mu Tingzhou's "discipline", Mingwei went to bed at nine o'clock last night. It was the first day of her menstrual period, and Mingwei was indeed a little tired. She fell asleep soon after she touched the bed and slept sweetly all night. Going to bed early and getting up early, Mingwei woke up naturally the next morning and opened her eyes. The room was still dark. She took out her mobile phone to check. It was only six o'clock. She didn't feel uncomfortable in her stomach, but she felt lazy and didn't want to get up. Mingwei opened Weibo and was about to browse casually when the door of the second bedroom next door suddenly opened gently. Mingwei couldn't help but prick up her ears. Mu Tingzhou seemed to have gone to the bathroom. He stayed there for more than ten minutes and then went to the kitchen. "What do you want to eat tomorrow morning?" His low voice last night rang in her ears again. Her boyfriend got up early to prepare breakfast for her. Mingwei suddenly became energetic. She quietly got up to wash, changed her clothes and applied face cream. It was twenty minutes to seven o'clock. Mingwei had to leave for training at more than eight o'clock, so the two of them didn't have much time together this morning. Walking out of the room, Mingwei was surprised to see Mu Tingzhou standing in front of the bay window, facing the master bedroom, and in front of him was a pot of lush green peonies. Boom, boom, boom, Mingwei's heartbeat was disordered. The pot of peonies was given to her by the Grand Tutor. Mu Tingzhou was looking at it so seriously. Did he remember something? "You got up so early." After a moment of calm, Mingwei greeted him energetically. Mu Tingzhou tilted his head and saw his girlfriend in a white sweater. She had a bun on her head, and her fair and rosy face was completely exposed. Her eyebrows were picturesque, her lips were rosy, and her complexion was very good. Mu Tingzhou straightened up, pointed at the peony and asked her: "How long have you raised it? Has it bloomed? I have a pot at home, too." Mingwei knew that he had peonies, so she suppressed the slight regret in her heart and smiled and said: "More than a year, three flowers bloomed last year." Mu Tingzhou nodded, turned around and said: "Dinner will be served in half an hour." Mingwei said "oh", sat on the sofa with him, and tried to find a topic: "Did you sleep well last night?" Mu Tingzhou nodded. Mingwei suddenly felt that Mu Tingzhou didn't seem to be interested in chatting now. Silence equals embarrassment. Mingwei turned on the TV and watched the morning news, but she secretly looked at Mu Tingzhou out of the corner of her eye. She saw him leaning against the sofa with his head tilted towards the bay window. She didn't know whether he was looking at the pot of peonies or the light blue curtains that were only opened a little. Did he mind that the peony was a gift from the Taifu? But Mu Tingzhou didn't remember the Taifu at all, and Xiao Zhao shouldn't be bored enough to remind Mu Tingzhou of the existence of a pot of peonies. Or maybe Mu Tingzhou had a problem at work and he should go back, but he didn't know how to tell her? Mingwei was more inclined to the latter. Mu Tingzhou was an actor, so how could he waste a week in her apartment. "Will your work be affected if you live with me?" Mingwei asked considerately. Mu Tingzhou looked back at her, staring at each other for a few seconds, and he said calmly: "I'm not very busy recently." Mingwei didn't need to say the rest of the words, and looked at the TV, and she continued to ask: "Then you come over, does Xiao Zhao know?" "Do you want him to know?" Mu Tingzhou asked curiously. Mingwei shook her head quickly. It's a private matter like living together, so it's better to hide it from one person. Mu Tingzhou stared at her for a while, frowned and asked: "Are you going to say something?" Mingwei felt wronged and glared at him resentfully: "I just think you don't seem very happy." Mu Tingzhou was stunned, then looked away and stopped looking at her. Mingwei immediately understood this guilty expression. Mu Tingzhou was indeed unhappy, but he was fine before good night last night, and she didn't provoke him in the morning. "Why?" Mingwei was puzzled. Mu Tingzhou lowered his eyes and said nothing. Mingwei glanced at the peony flowers on the other side of the bay window and tried to guess: "Is it related to that pot of peonies?" Mu Tingzhou pursed his lips. It would be strange for him to be happy to see her "ex-boyfriend's" things here. Mingwei smiled bitterly: "It seems that you know the origin of that pot of peonies." Perhaps during that time, in order to help Mu Tingzhou recover his memory, Xiao Zhao said more. Mu Tingzhou still didn't speak, not knowing what to say. Mingwei didn't want to pay attention to him anymore. Mu Tingzhou wanted her to distinguish between him and the Taifu, which meant that he hoped she would treat the Taifu as an ordinary ex-boyfriend, and it would be best if there was no trace of the Taifu around her, but Mingwei couldn't do it. Whether it was the pot of peonies or the wood carving that the Taifu gave her before he "fell asleep", she would treasure it for a lifetime. In silence, Mingwei went to the bedroom and sat on the bed alone for more than ten minutes. Finally, she looked at the half-open door, Mingwei admitted it, put on her coat, picked up her bag and left the bedroom again. She didn't even look at the living room, and went straight to the entrance with an expressionless face. "Where are you going?" Mu Tingzhou had been staring at the door of the master bedroom. When he heard Mingwei was about to come out, he immediately looked at the bay window. When he caught a glimpse of Mingwei's dress, he immediately left the sofa, strode after her, and stopped in front of Mingwei. "To the training." Mingwei looked at his chest and said. "The porridge will be ready soon, eat it before leaving." Mu Tingzhou reached out to grab her bag. Mingwei dodged and tried to slip past him: "Teacher Li just called me and asked me to go there early. You can eat by yourself." Mu Tingzhou didn't believe it. Seeing that she pursed her red lips tightly and her face was not looking good, he whispered: "Are you angry?" Mingwei turned her head away. She didn't know when Mu Tingzhou would remember the Taifu, nor did she know whether Mu Tingzhou would give her the cold shoulder because of the Taifu in the future. She might as well make it clear at once: "The Taifu is different from Cheng Yao. I like the Taifu. Even if the Taifu is dead, I still like him and can't forget him. But that liking is more like nostalgia, which will not affect my feelings for you. If you can accept it, we will continue. If you can't accept it, then forget it." Mu Tingzhou stared into her eyes: "What do you mean?" Mingwei looked him straight in the eye and said, "Aren't you unhappy when you saw that pot of peonies? Then I tell you, I will keep that pot of peonies forever. If you are always unhappy and don't want to pay attention to me when you are unhappy, you might as well change a girlfriend so that you won't be jealous of me." She still has to deal with her period, and no one can expect to hear any good words by provoking her at this time. "I'm not ignoring you." She said a lot of angry words, and Mu Tingzhou only emphasized the key points. Mingwei turned her eyes away and sneered: "Then you paid attention to me just now?" Mu Tingzhou could not deny this, but he had his own reasons: "I was just thinking, who do you like more, me or the master." Mingwei was still angry with him, and said without thinking: "Him." Mu Tingzhou narrowed his black eyes slightly, revealing a bit of danger, and said lightly: "Reason." Mingwei smiled and glanced at him sarcastically: "When I was with him, he never made me angry, let alone gave me a cold face." Mu Tingzhou calmly countered: "But you didn't continue to keep the flowers sent by your ex-boyfriend when you liked him." Mingwei was so angry that she didn't want to say a word to him and continued to walk out. Mu Tingzhou stepped aside, but when Mingwei was about to pass by her, he suddenly grabbed her shoulders and pressed her against the wall next to him, staring at her again and asked: "Who do you like more?" "Him." Mingwei said with a stern face. Before the last word fell, the man suddenly lowered his head to kiss her. Mingwei disliked him now and was not happy to be kissed by him. She turned her head to avoid him and pushed him with both hands. Mu Tingzhou was dissatisfied with her resistance and pressed her body with his body, then held her hands with one hand and twisted them behind her back, and held her head with the other hand and kissed her forcefully. Mingwei wanted to refuse, but he kissed her passionately and domineeringly, and her anger was kissed away by him bit by bit. As they kissed, he let go of her hand, gently and forcefully held her waist with his left hand and lifted her up, and with his right hand, he pushed her hair aside, and gently rubbed her neck in a way that Mingwei had never experienced before. I don’t know if it was intentional or a way of flirting that he learned from somewhere... Mingwei’s body became softer and softer, and she almost took the initiative to hug him. But although her body was coaxed by him, Mingwei was still holding her breath in her heart and refused to hug him. Mu Tingzhou felt it, and reluctantly let go of her soft lips. He moved his big hand up and held her face. His dark eyes looked helplessly at his stubborn girlfriend: "Has he cooked for you? Has he painted for you?" Mingwei pursed her lips tightly, and her fine and dense eyelashes drooped. "Obviously I treat you better." Mu Tingzhou said firmly. Mingwei smiled bitterly in her heart. The tutor and the movie emperor have the same face and the same considerate way of taking care of their girlfriends. They are basically the same person, so how can they be compared? If the tutor is given time, wouldn't he cook for her? If there is no tutor, the movie emperor will not be jealous and throw a tantrum. Facing Mu Tingzhou's ridiculous comparison, Mingwei still said the same thing: "He won't make me angry." "I promise that just now was the last time." Mu Tingzhou did not refute it again, but promised seriously. Anger is harmful to the body, and Mu Tingzhou doesn't want her to be angry. Since he knows which behaviors will provoke her, he will be careful to avoid it. When his girlfriend is angry, she ignores him. Mu Tingzhou never wants to experience the feeling of being ignored by her. Her boyfriend finally corrected his attitude, and Mingwei felt much better. She pursed her lips and said, "If you keep getting jealous, I..." What did she want to do? Ignore him or drive him away? Mu Tingzhou didn't want to know, and didn't give her a chance to speak. He leaned forward and kissed her sweet lips again. In order to please her quickly, this time Mu Tingzhou accurately provoked the place she was most afraid of being touched. Mingwei wanted to hide, but he was domineering and imprisoned, kissing her neck again and again. Mingwei's heart was about to float, it was hard.She pulled his short hair impatiently and begged him in a low voice: "That's enough..." "Forgive me?" Mu Tingzhou asked, burying his head in her neck. Ming Wei patted his back. Mu Tingzhou continued to kiss her, and Ming Wei shuddered and nodded reluctantly. Mu Tingzhou breathed a sigh of relief, glanced at his pants, and hurried to the bathroom. Kissing her like this was a torture for him, wasn't it? Every response of her body, every breath and low cry in his ear, were destroying his self-control. Ming Wei also returned to the master bedroom in a panic, and leaned in front of the mirror to look. Wow, on her white neck, Mu Tingzhou had left several small red marks. Ming Wei was furious, took off her coat and sweater, and picked out a high-necked sweater from the closet. Fortunately, the red marks were low and covered them all. "The porridge is ready." Mu Tingzhou called her in the dining room. Ming Wei looked in the mirror and went out with a pout. Seeing that she changed into a turtleneck sweater, Mu Tingzhou was surprised. He had just kissed her with his eyes closed and was so intoxicated that he didn't know what he had done. Ming Wei, however, believed that Mu Tingzhou was pretending to be innocent. She glared at him fiercely before walking to the dining table. Mu Tingzhou cooked red dates and black rice porridge, paired with milk sandwiches, which looked very good. Ming Wei calmed down a little, ate two bites silently, and asked him sullenly: "I won't be back until the afternoon. How do you kill time during the day?" "I brought a few books." Mu Tingzhou was prepared. Ming Wei hummed with a little resentment: "If it's too boring, I suggest you go back to your villa." Mu Tingzhou looked up at her: "It's even more boring to go back." Ming Wei pursed her lips, but her heart was sweet. After breakfast, Ming Wei reminded Mu Tingzhou to be careful and not let people see that there was someone in the room, and then set off. Mu Tingzhou was not that stupid. He drew the curtains and sat quietly in the living room reading professional books on directors. Every half an hour, he got up from the sofa and walked around to relax his eyes. Strolling around again, Mu Tingzhou walked to the bay window and stared at the peony pot that Mingwei took good care of. The more he looked at it, the more he disliked it. After watching for a few minutes, Mu Tingzhou took out a few makeup tools he brought from the second bedroom and went to the bathroom. Twenty minutes later, a middle-aged man with a sallow complexion drove a Land Rover out of the apartment. Mu Tingzhou didn't contact Mingwei for a whole day. Although Mingwei knew that he had books to pass the time, she was still worried. As soon as the training was over, Mingwei immediately rushed back. The road conditions were not bad today. Mingwei drove to the vicinity of the apartment in half an hour. Passing by a fruit store, Mingwei picked a few fruits. After parking the car and going upstairs, Mingwei took the key to open the door and came in. She ran into Mu Tingzhou lying on her sofa like a master, holding a book in his hand. The long legs under his waist were particularly eye-catching, like a male model advertisement. When lovers meet, Mingwei first noticed Mu Tingzhou's legs, but Mu Tingzhou frowned and stared at the fruit in her hand: "Isn't it inedible?" Mingwei blushed: "I bought it for you." Mu Tingzhou's eyes changed slightly, put down his long legs, and sat up straight. Mingwei changed her slippers and walked in facing the man's faint gaze. Later she realized that the red roses on the coffee table had been replaced with pink ones, which were watery and tender. Mingwei was surprised: "You went out?" Mu Tingzhou agreed and looked up at her: "I went to the flower and bird market." Mingwei turned to the bay window for some reason and saw that next to the pot of peonies given to her by the master, there was another pot of peonies. The celadon pot was two circles larger than the master's pot, and the peonies in the pot were more lush and strong. The two pots were placed together. The newcomer seemed to be showing off, and the earlier one looked pitiful. Mingwei: ... Can the actor who is jealous of himself be more childish
The author has something to say: Movie King: I am bigger and thicker than you! Taifu: I was here before you. Mingwei: ... You are talking about the flower pot, right? Crying, the update is late, I will continue to send 166 small red envelopes in this chapter!