80s: The Rough Villain's Beautiful Wife is Reborn

Chapter 126 Where is my wife?
Du Juan didn't know what to say about Shang Xiaojun's father, her father-in-law who had passed away more than ten years ago. In two lifetimes combined, she knew very little about that man.

After Shang Rong passed away in the previous life, Du Juan rarely heard Shang Xiaojun mention him. Apart from the collective worship at home, there was no individual commemoration at all.

Actually, Shang Xiaojun was about eight or nine years old when he passed away. He understood some principles, but he was always indifferent to his father.

Of course, the dead are gone, and the living should let go of the past and move on, which is also correct.

However, when he got ready to go to bed at night, Du Juan couldn't help but comfort him with a few words.

"All that happened in the past is in the past. Now we live in a new society and everything is different. From now on, we will do business well, ignore others, rely on no one, and create the future with our own hands."

If possible, Du Juan didn't want him to have anything to do with the Jian family.

The cousins, uncles and aunts in the Jane family are all troublesome people.

Shang Xiaojun was sitting in a chair and drying his hair.

It has been getting hotter these days. He has been running outside every day and taking a shower and washing his hair before going to bed at night.

Shang Xiaojun hung the towel in his hand on the rack and looked at her with amusement, "Why are you saying this suddenly?"

Du Juan said, "Tsk, I saw your eyes were red at the dinner table just now."

Shang Xiaojun was surprised, "Really?"

Du Juan: "No? Maybe I saw it wrong."

It doesn't matter if he doesn't admit it. There's no need to dwell on such things.

Shang Xiaojun sat on the edge of the bed and scratched her nose with his hand. "What's wrong with your head? You always like to think about nonsense. Do you know what day it is today? At such an important moment, how can I care about anything else?"

Shang Xiaojun moved closer as he spoke, his breath blowing directly on her face.

Du Juan shuddered and tightened her grip on the quilt.

What is this person doing? He suddenly comes close to me, so seductive.

Du Juan asked him, "What day is today?"

Case settlement date?
From the tone of his voice, that's not what he's talking about.

His birthday?
wrong.

Shang Rong’s birthday?
Definitely not.

If it had been mentioned at the dinner table before.

Du Juan couldn't think of it, but this person took it very seriously.

Could it be related to the Jian family, such as his father's birthday or death anniversary...

Just as I was thinking this, I was tapped on the forehead again.

Shang Xiaojun: "I'm just daydreaming again."

Du Juan: "Then tell me."

What a person! He doesn't like to think about things but doesn't say them directly.

Shang Xiaojun ignored her and kissed her directly.

Oh, aren’t we talking about something?

Du Juan: "You, haven't, said..." clearly yet.

Shang Xiaojun however stopped talking, his mouth was always busy.

There's something wrong with this guy tonight.

Du Juan wanted to push him away, but couldn't. Finally, she was moved by him, her breathing becoming more and more rapid. Only when her shirt was gone did she regain her senses and hold his hand.

"What are you doing? You're messing around again."

Shang Xiaojun stopped, his dark eyes locked on her, "Wife, the day has come."

What day is coming?
Du Juan was still a little confused, then suddenly thought of...

"No," she said uncertainly.

Shang Xiaojun pursed his lips and said, "You should calculate it carefully."

Du Juan silently counted on her fingers, and it seemed that it had indeed been three months.

After all this time, this is the important day he mentioned earlier. This guy is really...

Du Juan didn't know what to say. He didn't even wait for a whole day. He was such a hooligan.

Du Juan: "You, you drank some wine last night, you're not drunk, right?"

Before dinner, Du Juan took a look at the wine and found that it was quite strong.

She was afraid that people would get excited and lose their sense of responsibility.

Shang Xiaojun was speechless, "Just those two small cups, what's the big deal."

He can drink a pound of wine without blushing, so why would he be drunk?

As the man spoke, he started to move his hands again.

Du Juan took a breath and blocked his head again.

"Well, can you wait a little longer?"

Shang Bujun frowned, "Why wait? Are you not happy?"

"That's not what I meant."

Du Juan pursed her lips. Both of them were like this. His handsome face so close to her made her swallow her saliva.

"What does that mean?" Shang Xiaojun pushed back the hair on his forehead, and his gentle eyes almost drowned Du Juan.

Du Juan: "It's only been three months, I'm still a little scared, how about we hold on for a few more days?"

"Still insisting?"

Shang Xiaojun seemed to be deflated and fell on Du Juan's shoulder.

"Wife, you don't know that I am counting the days on my fingers. I can't hold on any longer."

Shang Xiaojun has always been concerned about this matter.

It was a fake marriage before. We slept separately and couldn't do anything. He didn't feel anything. When he was really irritated, he seemed to be able to hold it in just by looking at her.

But now that everything has been said out loud, the false has become true, everything has become legitimate, and he can no longer suppress the turmoil in his heart.

Desire is like this. When you know you can’t get it, you just don’t think about it.

With the opportunity to achieve the goal, I won’t be honest even in my dreams.

Shang Xiaojun is a normal man. It is undoubtedly a torture for him to have his beautiful wife lying next to him and he can only hug and kiss her but not eat her.

He accompanied Du Juan to see a doctor that day. He repeated the date the doctor mentioned several times on the spot and remembered it very clearly.

Originally, the date was supposed to be after midnight last night, but as he had things to do this morning and was afraid that his wife would say he was impatient, he dragged it until now.

This person, does she know how attractive she is when she sleeps, with skin as white as snow, eyes that become misty when her breath is unstable, cherry red lips, every inch, every picture, is a visual shock to him, carrying a fatal temptation.

Shang Xiaojun felt that he could wait until now, which was the limit.

"Xiaojuan, where is my wife..."

Shang Xiaojun didn't want to endure it any longer.

Du Juan could also sense that this guy was no longer able to hold on, as if he couldn't get through without completing the whole process.

She hesitated for a moment, then whispered in his ear: "We agreed not to rush, take your time. If I remind you, you have to stop immediately."

Shang Xiaojun looked up, his eyes filled with sparkling stars, "Okay."

Seeing how happy he was, Du Juan was also infected and she hugged his head and kissed him.

When Shang Xiaojun saw that she took the initiative, his heart almost jumped out of his chest. He felt better than ever before, but when he thought about having to be gentle and slow, he felt a little uncomfortable. He felt suffocated everywhere and felt awkward every step of the way.

So that in the end...

Du Juan: "Turn off the light, it's time to go to sleep."

Shang Xiaojun took out a clean sheet, wrapped himself in it, and lay down on the other side.

Seeing that he was extremely depressed, Du Juan gently kicked his leg and asked, "What are you doing?"

It's as if he suffered a great blow.

(End of this chapter)