The wealthy little wife: BOSS adults entangled in the door

A cup of fragrant Pu'er was handed over, with a beautiful face like a flower.

He takes a sip.There was a smile on his face again.

Beautiful scenery on a good day, accompanied by a beautiful wife, this scene, he has been longing for for many years.

Now, finally got his wish.Look no further, right?

It must be satisfied.He sighed contentedly and wrapped his arms around her waist.

Her body is always so fragrant and sweet.A small waist of [-] centimeters will always make men's hormones stimulate and improve rapidly.

However, her hands were still cold.On Midsummer's Eve, her hand is still wet.He thought, is this what the ancients said: icy muscles and jade bones are cool and sweatless?

That is the ultimate woman that men envy.From Su Dongpo onwards, men are better off.

However, there is a woman whose hands are not like this. They are warm and soft anytime, anywhere, all year round, especially her body, which is greasy and hot. When you touch it in winter, you don't need to bring a stove...

He suddenly shook his head desperately.

What are you thinking about?Why do you think of these things?

happiness!I am very happy now.

If you want such warm hands, there are thousands of them in the world, piled up like a mountain, and you need as many as you want.

However, among thousands of people, there is only one such icy muscle and bone.

Once again, he was content.

Lately, he's often been content.

He even forgot that there was a woman waiting for sightseeing in the mansion, and he deliberately didn't think about it.

When he got married, the husband and wife ordered her to attend the ceremony.

Miss Jiang Yueming gave orders, and the servants would not let her go, otherwise it would be dereliction of duty.

Security guards watched her every day, and servants watched her every day—otherwise, they would have their wages deducted or fired.Miss Jiang Yueming is generous, no one wants to offend the future mistress.

Therefore, Li Xiaobao must stay.

She is a mistress with no past and no future, no one remembers her.

No one spoke for her.

They thought she deserved all of this.

Eat salty fish to satisfy thirst.Now that I have the past of being a sophomore, I must have the courage to accept the visit to the wedding of the big tits.

……

That night, Yueming closed the piano cover.

The aroma of Pu'er is still so strong.

She is soft-spoken.

"Cunzi, you stay with me tonight."

He was really terrified—no no no—absolutely, absolutely, ecstatically.

Surprises, one after another, circled his head.

For the first time, she took the initiative to invite him to dance.

The first time she allowed him to stay in her room all night.

In the past, it was all over and he had to leave, which made him feel like a prostitute.

That night, the two had a spring breeze.

When it was over, he was able to sleep with her in his arms for the first time—really like a husband and wife, reasonable, sharing the same bed.

However, the body in his arms was still cold.

Can't feel any heat.

He was not used to it, so he pushed her away in a daze.

She is awake.He woke up too.

"Cunzi, you almost pushed me out of bed."

It is an affirmative sentence with an accusatory tone.

Drenched in sweat, he kept apologizing in a daze: "Sorry... sorry... I didn't mean to..."

she smiles.

"It's nothing... I'm not used to sharing the same bed with people..."

"Don't you and Wang Congke share the same bed?"

He almost blurted out, but held back, almost biting off his own tongue.

"It's nothing, Cunzi, just get used to it in the future."

"I'll get used to it... I... I... I'll get used to it as soon as possible..."

He became an answering jerk, repeating.Muttering to himself, yeah, just get used to it.

In the darkness, she asked faintly: "Is the old man really sure he won't come back to our wedding?"