Eighty Hot Wife: Marry a Rough Man and Raise Babies

Chapter 54 Then How Did You Stole My Heart?

A cool night wind blows gently, like a jug of old wine, intoxicating the trees, bamboos, and crops in the field behind the house. They sway and make cheerful and lively "rustling" sounds.

When Jiang Mianmian woke up from sleep, the sky was already dark, the silver-white moonlight shone on the ground, and there were crickets chirping everywhere.

Thinking of the dream she just had, the corners of her eyes were pink.

Hastily touched his hot cheek.

I was actually in a dream...

Shame.

Before she could calm down, the wooden door opened with a creak.

The sound of heavy footsteps sounded in the room.

Afterwards, the two looked at each other.

In the room, only the breathing of the two people fluctuated, intertwining and exuding an extremely ambiguous atmosphere, burning the air thin.

"Are you awake? Get up and eat?"

His eyes were wide open and glistening.

Through the night, he was frantically and obsessively looking over, with undisguised passion in his eyes.

Jiang Mianmian, who was shy with her head down, didn't notice, and got up from the bed in a hurry.

In a hurry, he stretched out his hand to tidy up his messy hair.

The room was too quiet, she swallowed her saliva, and hurriedly said: "Well... I didn't expect that I fell asleep to this point, why didn't you wake me up earlier."

"It's okay, I can't bear to wake you up seeing you thinking so much while sleeping."

Suddenly, the left hand was immediately grabbed by the opponent.

I saw his throat throbbing, and his eyes were indescribably lingering, "I miss you."

His eyes were passionate, and he was staring at the petite figure in front of him with burning eyes.

It seemed as if a flame was going to burn out, and it was going to swallow the little figure in front of him into ashes.

At this moment, Jiang Mianmian only felt that her heart was beating violently.

Her heart seemed to be flowing with melted spring water, flowing happily, and her face was also a little red.

"do you miss me?"

He swallowed, trying to suppress the burst of desire in his heart.

"Think about it."

"How much do you think?"

He approached sharply, and the cool scent hit the tip of his nose like winter snow.

An ambiguous atmosphere circulated between the two of them.

"Special. Think."

The woman's coquettish voice had a hint of sweetness, his Adam's apple rolled, and his eyes stared at her with a strong possessive desire.

He clasped the girl's waist, turned over and pushed her down on the bed.

The black eyes were dark and deep, filled with terrifying desire, like a beast, capable of engulfing her at any time.

Her face was buried in the pillow, her hair was scattered aside, her face was clean and beautiful without makeup, she was defenseless and looked soft.

He couldn't help but dry mouth, then stood up gently, then bent down to lift her up into the air.

In the dark night, she was suddenly lifted up into the air, feeling weightless, she exclaimed, and then the voice disappeared from his lips.

She pressed a pair of soft lips to his thin lips, and after a few seconds, she rubbed them lightly, the numbness aroused a stream of electricity, which went all the way to the bottom of her heart.

And he put one hand on her back, pinched her cheek with the other, lowered his head, and sucked her lips.

From deep to shallow, gently pecking and kissing, luring her to sink.

She clasped his shoulders, was kissed to the point of lack of oxygen, and her eye circles were faintly red.

The ends of his eyes were also stained red, and he finally let go of her when she was almost out of breath.

Breathing messy, he rested his chin on her shoulder and whispered hoarsely: "Little vixen."

She was dazed by his hug, her face was flushed red.

"I'm not."

"Then how did you steal my heart?"

His eyebrows and eyes are bewitching, and the waves of light dancing between the streams entered his pupils.

It turns out to be as gentle as spring, but also as affectionate as peach blossoms, and the light and gentleness will gradually become less clear in the profound changes.

Before she could react, he pressed her head again and kissed her hard.

This time it was not like before, his lingering kiss was slow and long, fierce and biting as if he wanted to swallow her alive.

There was a morbid madness in his eyes.

He admitted that he was really out of control, but he couldn't restrain the crazy growth in his heart.

He gradually felt hot, and his heartbeat couldn't be controlled, because he felt that she was responding to him carefully and quietly, chasing each other like tentatively in her lips.

At this time, she raised her head and stood on tiptoe, like a desert traveler stepping into an oasis, eagerly speeding up the kiss.

"Mom, why don't you come out?"

Chou Bao muttered, gnawed a piece of corn in his hand, and swayed like a little duck when he walked.

The two people who heard the sound quickly separated, and the two stood there dumbfounded, at a loss, their fair faces turned liver-colored.

Xiaotuanzi's grape eyes lit up instantly, and he pouted and said, "Mom and Dad didn't call me when they were playing with each other."

Xu Anping covered his mouth and coughed, then quickly squatted down and opened his hands.

"Hey, daddy."

"I don't want a smelly father, I want a beautiful mother!"

Xiaotuanzi ran over with a huff and hugged Jiang Mianmian's thigh.

At this time, Xu Anjin was sitting in front of the table with his chin poised, eagerly looking at the food on the table, and after killing a few annoying mosquitoes, the happy family of three finally appeared at the dinner table.

"Tsk."

The young man looked at the trio with distaste, not to mention how attractive they looked.

Xu Anping messed up the boy's hair, and said disgustedly: "I eat your food, talk a lot."

"Give me the kaleidoscope, and I'll eat."

"I like to eat or not."

Sure enough, he is really his own big brother!
Xu Anjin had no choice but to turn his grief and anger into motivation, and cooked three bowls of rice in a row.

Just when he was depressed, Xu Anping with a straight face handed him the things directly, "Your sister-in-law said that you performed well at home, so I rewarded you."

The overjoyed teenager hurriedly took it, feeling that he couldn't put it down.

Xu Anping coughed.

He quickly saluted Jiang Mianmian with an excited voice, "Thank you sister-in-law! I will continue to work hard."

Watching the interaction between the two, Jiang Mianmian instantly understood that his behavior was just to bring the two of them closer.

Although it is a bit deliberate, she enjoys the feeling of being taken care of.

"where's my gift?"

The woman stood pretty and lively under the dim light, her face was like a blooming white orchid, with a smile written on her face, overflowing with contented joy.

"Yes, yes."

The boy was holding a kaleidoscope, and Smelly Bao was holding a jumping frog and hurriedly followed behind them.

Xu Anjin looked at the bag of clothes, and was immediately unhappy, his voice was distorted even if it was loud.

"Brother, partiality! Buy so many clothes for sister-in-law!"

Unexpectedly, Xu Anping said without changing his expression and heartbeat: "You are still growing, so it is a waste to ask for so many clothes."

When he is drawing strips now, basically a piece of clothing is shortened after a few months of wearing.

Although what his elder brother said was true, he just felt uneasy.

It's as if the bread that should belong to him has been forcibly divided in half.

And the protagonist, Jiang Mianmian, stared at the bag of red and green clothes dumbfounded.

Although she was a little sweet in her heart, the bright red and purple dress instantly made her stop feeling emotional.

She looked at Xu Anjin sincerely, and said solemnly: "How about I wear it for you? Anyway, I can't finish it."

(End of this chapter)