Marrying a billionaire husband by mistake

Chapter 1337 Can't Open Your Mouth, Can't Move Your Eyes

Chapter 1337 Can't Open Your Mouth, Can't Move Your Eyes
So if you tell your husband that you have thoughts about Cheng Qingmu, isn't that the same as telling your husband that you are not as good as Cheng Qingmu?

Where is it not as good?

It's definitely not about looks, although Cheng Qingmu is handsome, but her husband's looks are also first-class.

That is wealth.

After all, Cheng Qingmu is the richest man in Longcheng, while her husband is just an ordinary white-collar worker, a wealthy abandoned son who has been deprived of his inheritance rights.

And Cheng Qingmu is also her husband's boss.

Telling him like this that he has thoughts about Cheng Qingmu is simply hitting her husband's self-esteem and adding salt to her husband's wounds.

Yun Xiaonian knew that her husband still cared about the affairs of the Mu family.

So Yun Xiao thought over and over again, but really couldn't open her mouth.

Don't let her husband scold her a few words, Yun Xiaonian feels uncomfortable again, so she can only accuse herself of some crimes and make her old teacher famous.

"Silly girl, isn't that because you are busy with work now? My wife is a big star, and so many people want to see it. I won't be so selfish and let you be a housewife at home."

Mu Qingcheng smiled.

It's true that Xiao Nian cooks at home less often now, but that's because she's too busy with work, how could she not understand?

I only worry that my wife is too tired, so I cook more often.

In fact, as long as Yun Xiaonian has time now, she will still cook in person.

Her husband is so understanding, but Yun Xiaonian is about to cry.

She just bit her lip and said in a low voice, "Thank you, husband, I will definitely try my best to be a good wife, even better than now!"

Yun Xiaonian was thinking secretly, husband, I'm sorry, I can't tell you what happened tonight.

But I assure you, being infatuated with other men will never happen again!

Yun Xiaonian stopped talking, and Mu Qingcheng stopped talking, and the room could only hear the sound of the motor of the hair dryer when it was working.

Yun Xiaonian couldn't make a sound, because she was making a decision silently in her heart.

Mu Qingcheng was silent because...

At the beginning, Mu Qingcheng was just helping his wife dry her hair very seriously, and had no other thoughts.

But when he leaned forward and glanced casually, he stopped.

Because Mu Qingcheng suddenly discovered that after taking a shower, his wife just put on a piece of home clothes, but she didn't wear a bra underneath.

Because Yun Xiaonian has been taking a bath, she has washed it several times, and she can't rule out washing it again, so she didn't wear it.

So at this time, from Mu Qingcheng's eyes, you can see the undulating mountains and rivers at a glance.

So Mu Qingcheng couldn't move his eyes away.

This couple can't open their mouths, and the other can't move their eyes, and they are quite harmonious.

After the two got together, although they didn't really act as husband and wife, they hugged and kissed, and they still knew each other's body curves very well.

Mu Qingcheng had known for a long time that his wife's breast size was actually acceptable, but she didn't like to show off, and she had a low-key good figure.

Mu Qingcheng has personally experienced the feeling of breasts.

And the scenery somewhere has also been appreciated by chance.

But that was just a quick glance, but not such a long, undivided observation.

Yes, now Mu Qingcheng is taking it seriously.

Or obscene.

It was clearly a voyeurism, but he told himself righteously, I am not a voyeur, I am blowing my wife's hair!
As for what else to see, that's just a bonus.

Mu Qingcheng told herself to just take a look.

But why is the hand holding the hair dryer uncontrollably always wanting to explore and grasp it?
(End of this chapter)

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