Eighty Hot Wife: Marry a Rough Man and Raise Babies

Chapter 18 You, Did You Have a Nosebleed?
"Mom, what are you talking about, you, I went to invest, to make money."

Jiang Huiyun withdrew her hands quite annoyed, her mouth pouted, her eyebrows furrowed, and her eyes showed obvious anxiety and impatience.

"Investing ass? Where did you put the money? Hurry up and hand it over. Let's return the money while your grandma is sleeping."

Peng Guilan frowned slightly, staring at her with a pair of hanging eyes.

While talking, he scanned the clothes on her body with his eyes, as if he wanted to take off her clothes to see if they were hidden inside.

"I said no, the money will quadruple when you get it in a month. Don't you want to go to the city? With this money, we can do whatever we want."

Jiang Huiyun made a two-to-two with her hands, very proud of herself.

"No way, can you earn so much? Is it reliable? Could it be a liar?"

Upon hearing that she could earn so much, Peng Guilan's eyes widened instantly, and she looked at her in disbelief.

"Anyway, grandma won't give us that money. Even if we lose money, we won't lose money. If we make money, we can live in the city. Mom, we can't lose money on this business."

Jiang Huiyun understood her character very well, so she had to understand it with reason and move her with emotion.

"With this money, won't brother's job be stable?"

Sure enough, upon hearing the news that her son could become a full-time employee, Peng Guilan became active again.

After carefully studying the cause and effect, the more I think about it, the more interesting it becomes.

He hurriedly said, "Then Huiyun, what did you drop over there? Let's sneak it back while it's dark, or we'll be finished when they call the police tomorrow."

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Jiang Huiyun tilted her head, with a hint of disdain at the corner of her mouth, "I don't know, I think they are framing me."

"Frame you? No way?"

Peng Guilan looked up at the moonlight outside the window, somewhat puzzled by their behavior.

"Who knows? I just overheard that they put things into grandma's camphor wood box."

"Then let's go and have a look! What if there is something there? Don't be afraid of ten thousand, just in case!"

"But if we are discovered..."

At night, apart from Jiang Mianmian and Xu Anping, everyone else ate sullenly.
Mrs. Jiang: Why did I agree to her at that time? My head is showing off?
Mr. Jiang: The old woman has no money to count on~ [gloating face]
Jiang Weimin: My daughter really found a bad boy, right?
Peng Guilan: What should I do? What should I do? [Online Urgent]
Jiang Huiyun: Did I drop something? No way?
Father Jiang: Separate the family and earn money

Mother Jiang: My daughter is really amazing!

Jiang Mianmian: Is there too little noodles? I can’t even eat enough.

Xu Anping: My wife is so pretty.

After eating, Jiang Mianmian hurriedly winked at Xu Anping and walked into her room.

She closed the door tightly, drew the curtains, and sneaked a look at the movement outside through the night.

Xu Anping had no choice but to touch his nose, walked straight to the bed, and took off his shoes.

Suddenly, a strange smell of plastic was particularly evident in the dark and damp room.

Jiang Mianmian pinched her nose in disgust, turned her head, looked at his feet and said, "How many days have you not washed your feet? Why are they so smelly? Go wash your feet."

Xu Anping stood there in embarrassment, holding a stinky sock in his hand, in a dilemma.

After hesitating for a moment, he sniffed it quietly.

Doesn't it stink?Isn't this normal masculinity?

But seeing the other party's disgusted expression, the depressed Xu Anping could only carry his shoes and go out barefoot to take a cold shower.

In the end, Jiang's father, who was convenient to go out, saw how pitiful he was, and generously contributed his sandals and shorts.

Jiang Mianmian, who had watched nothing for a long time, turned her head depressed, and was just about to go to bed when she saw this lively scene.

The man in front of him was bare chested, water droplets slipped over his tall nose bridge, swirled on his sexy Adam's apple, and unwillingly slid down onto his tight abdominal muscles.

Especially on the bronze sexy abdominal muscles, the glistening water droplets shone faintly under the reflection of the light.

Her face was "hot" red, and a rouge-like rosy glow appeared on her fair face.

"You, you have a nosebleed."

Tick, tick, tick.

Jiang Mianmian quickly reached out and pinched her nostrils, and the man hurriedly took a piece of toilet paper and wiped it for her.

"When the left side bleeds, raise the right hand; when the right side bleeds, raise the left hand."

"It's okay, it's okay, it'll be fine in a while."

The hair on his forehead brushed her forehead, teasing her in the cool wind, making her skin goosebumps quickly.

Jiang Mianmian's face was flushed, and when she lowered her head, she saw the bulging bag, and her nosebleeds flowed more freely.

"Where are your pants? Whose pants are you wearing?"

Her voice seems to have been soaked in the babbling of the water town, every syllable is gentle and clear, and every inch and thread is hung with a soft smile.

Xu Anping pursed his parched lips, his voice was low and mellow, like wine, persuasive and hoarse, "I just took a shower, so I had to borrow your father's pants, which are a bit tight, why don't I take them off? "

Jiang Mianmian opened her eyes wide, staring in panic at the pair of black eyes that were half-squinting at her from a close distance, struggling to get rid of the uneasiness in her body and heart.

He could only bite his lower lip, suppressed his heartbeat, and hurriedly shifted his gaze and said, "Go to the bed quickly, cover the quilt, and don't catch a cold."

As soon as the words fell, her hand was held by him.

Jiang Mianmian subconsciously wanted to break free, but his hand was held even tighter, and his palm seemed to be rubbed by his fingertips.

Xu Anping paused his fingers, looked into her eyes, opened his lips, his voice was slightly tired, and even the lingering nasal voice became mellow. "But your nose."

She lowered her head, her face was red, and she kept grinding on the ground, her voice was soft, "Leave me alone, I'll be fine in a while."

She didn't even have the courage to look at him more, her heartbeat became more and more uncontrollable, almost bursting out of her chest.

Suddenly, she noticed from the mirror that her face was red, and her eyes were shining with a strange light as if she was drunk. A ray of shame filled her heart, and her eyes immediately avoided the mirror.

Xu Anping looked at the woman whose back was facing him like a daughter-in-law, and could only reluctantly run to the bed and lie down.

Form is emptiness, and emptiness is form.
A woman who has done countless psychological constructions for herself is finally calm.

Turning around, he saw lying there helplessly, like a man who is waiting for the emperor to come and resent the little imperial concubine.

In the dark room, Xu Anping stared at her closely, as if he wanted to see into the depths of her heart.

He looked at Jiang Mianmian and felt that her limbs were all redundant, and she didn't know where to put them, and her whole body blushed.

"Then me, go out and wash your face."

The woman fled in despair.

The dimly lit room was quiet again, and the man's violent heartbeat and panting could be vaguely heard.

(End of this chapter)