What? My wife’s unspoken rules have come true?

Chapter 10 Wu Wanqing comes with her mouth open

Chapter 10 Wu Wanqing comes with her mouth open (please follow up)
A few minutes later.

The last dish is also fried.

Cheng Fang was strolling next to him, and subconsciously went to help, "I'll do it."

Wu Wanqing gently pulled away his extended hand and said, "You don't need it anymore. Just wait and eat." She brought the dishes to the table, casually untied her apron, came to her senses, her full red lips were a little red, and she pursed her lips. After a sip, she actually flipped up her skirt. Sure enough, after being serious for a while, the good wife Wu Wanqing naturally wanted to be a good mother.

Cheng Fang, who was holding chopsticks, was startled and said quickly, "Hey, what are you doing?"

She raised her head and finished her business. The toughness she had just been competing with Cheng Fang to do disappeared. Her eyes were watery, "Don't you want to help? Husband, help me."

"Stop making trouble and eat!"

Cheng Fang is extremely ruthless on the surface, but in reality his heart is bleeding. He wants to help, but I can't do it. Damn it.

Wu Wanqing curled her lips, clapped her little hands, straightened up again, and her nightgown slipped down to cover her buttocks. Her husband was not doing anything serious, so he said without interest, "There is still one soup, but it's gone." She glanced back and said, "We have to make more soup." Let it simmer for a while. Husbands, let’s eat it first and drink it just in time.” In the north, soup is usually eaten after a meal, not before a meal.

Three dishes and one soup.

Cheng Fang changed the topic and quickly praised: "It's so rich, there are too many dishes."

"Then you should eat more so that you are full." Wu Wanqing tidied herself up, slid her little hands down from her buttocks, pressed her skirt down and sat down.

"Okay, here you go, eat too."

"Thank you, husband." Wu Wanqing smiled with her eyes bent.

Cheng Fang started eating.

Wu Wanqing was not as voracious as him, and her food was milder and full of flavor.

It's so warm.

Isn't it lucky to have this kind of warmth?

When Cheng Fang became more and more eager to intern, he met Director Wu Wanqing. He must marry her home!
Having strengthened his belief and regained his development path, Cheng Fang suddenly felt enlightened and was especially grateful to Wu Wanqing.

Lao Wu is so considerate. Wu Wanqing seems to have never had any doubts about herself. She has always supported him and trusted him very much. Because she is his wife, she is completely like him.
This is the warmth of home that Cheng Fang, an orphan, has never experienced before. Some people marry someone who always acts like a fool when they return home, but not Wu Wanqing. This woman is really special.

He holds a high position, is beautiful, has a great figure, is virtuous and considerate.

How old is she? It’s not that big for a female junior to hold gold bricks.

Well, except for the things she likes to play and a few things about this, she is simply the best wife and mother among good wives.

The dishes and chopsticks are washed.

It's just eight o'clock, neither too late nor too early.

Wu Wanqing looked at the time, her eyes became lively, and she hung up from behind, "Come on, husband, come up and I can give you a shoulder massage?"

Cheng Fang's whole body was a little stiff. He was originally young and energetic, but now he was a little flustered like a middle-aged man who couldn't pay the public salary. "It's quite late. You go to work tomorrow. Just watch TV and rest."

"It's only eight o'clock, it's early." Wu Wanqing's slender fingers touched Cheng Fang's palm. The smell was so soft that she breathed into his ear and invited him upstairs.

Cheng Fang exhaled and said nothing. He followed him to another room, which seemed to be specially decorated for massage.
This bedroom is larger, with an area of more than 40 square meters. I don’t know if the layout of the villa is just like this, or if the couple later decorated it like this.

The functions of the bedroom are clearly divided, with a large water bed in the corner.

There is a row of open cabinets here, with bottles and cans placed on them. I don't know if they are one whole or three cabinets placed together. There is a large balcony outside with some unknown items on it. It is too dark to see clearly. There is a TV hanging on the wall. How big is it?

Anyway, it was very big. Young Cheng Fang had no idea about this size.

luxury.

The beauty revealed her purpose as soon as she entered the bedroom. The water bed was soft, and her fair skin had a smooth and shiny feeling at the moment. It was so soft and fragrant that she was slurping.

Is this his life? Cheng Fang was extremely excited. After some feedback, he saw in front of him.

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Cheng Fang's hair was completely black, and his whole body was full of oil. He was silent for several seconds, and finally fell asleep, "I'm going to sleep, good night."

There is really no one left. I was teased for a while, but the thunder was loud and the rain was small.

"What a bad guy." Director Wu Wanqing was sitting on Cheng Fang's stomach, breathing hot air. After a while, he lay down, and his soft little hands were drawing circles on Cheng Fang's chest. Very cool, "If you play like this, I will completely become my husband's little toy."

Cheng Fang didn't dare to say anything and pretended to be dead. He seemed to be suffering from insomnia again. He didn't know how long it took before he fell asleep.

Early the next morning, when he saw the slightly shabby rental house again, Cheng Fang got up and sighed.

Blue thin mushrooms, on one side is the fragrance of the wife in the mansion and villa, and on the other side is the sadness of the single man in the step house. Cheng Fang stood by the bed, looking up at the blue sky, feeling a little melancholy.

Waiting for the cooldown to end while preparing for the exam.

I can only wander around places where Wu Wanqing may hang out from time to time to comfort me, but I can't call him wretched. Is it okay to take a few glances at my mother-in-law from a distance in advance?
North of Qiao.

I met Director Wu Wanqing by chance nearby before, and she also said that the unit she used to live in before she got married was right here.

After asking for a long time, Cheng Fang finally found the Family Courtyard of the Information Bureau of the Propaganda Department. It was a very old community with a cement wall outside and about three or four gray buildings inside.

The community was quite quiet outside, but once inside, Cheng Fang's eyes were opened. Good guy, there are so many people.

Some people just came out of the unit door empty-handed, and some people were about to go upstairs with large bags. The most noteworthy thing is at the door of Unit 6. There were three men and women waiting there with their things. Soon the password door opened. One person came out, and then one of the three people waiting outside went in, and the other two continued to wait. It felt like they were queuing.

Cheng Fang was a little speechless. For him, Director Wu Wanqing's background and authority mostly existed in words. When he saw it today, he had a different reaction. Such a big battle?
Cheng Fang took out his cell phone, which contained the phone number Wu Wanqing left for him in the parking lot last time. He sighed. Sure enough, the time had not come yet. Her husband, who was supposed to be in her heart, could not even make a call confidently at this moment.

I looked up and didn't know which unit or floor it was on.

"Cheng Fang, we still have a long way to go."

With all kinds of flattering noises in his ears, Cheng Fang calmed down and strolled home.

And now he was upstairs not far away.

Director Wu Wanqing felt something was wrong with the bed as soon as she woke up. Her nose wrinkled slightly and she looked down. She got up helplessly, stepped on her slippers and entered the bathroom. After fussing, there was the sound of rushing water. Her soft little hands gently Rubbing his inner clothes, his eyes were a little wandering.

The dreams were getting weirder and weirder.

This time in the dream, she seemed to be living with someone at first, and it was quite warm at first, but later on, she had a long and rosy face, so why was she lying on the water bed and being manipulated at will? It's like a toy when you open your mouth.
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