The little wife of the demon president

Chapter 43 The Man's Request

When he watched her move the stool and stand up to fix the lamp, he felt a little smile without any hypocrisy.

His wife is sometimes so different. After such a long time, he really missed her, so he came back.

Wei Zi did not fix the lamp after working for a long time: "Oh, I think I should call it Master, this lamp is too complicated and I really don't know how to do it."

Fortunately, the light in the room was out.

The weather in April was still a bit cold at night. After taking a bath, the old man made a paper for her to make, and went to eat the late-night snack by himself.

She went to bed early, her studies were too heavy, and she had to get up early again tomorrow.

He came in to sleep after finishing the approval, and called out, "Wei Zi."

She fell into a drowsy sleep, and replied softly: "En."

"There is a question you have to do right, but you do it wrong."

She didn't make a sound for a long time, he pulled up the quilt and covered her, but she was very powerful, half of the quilt was folded up and used as a cushion under her body, with this pull, she was pulled into his arms.

The faint scent of lavender on his body, mixed with the fragrance of a girl, made him sigh a little.

In the past few months, he had a longing in his heart, and what he thought of was probably her.

He didn't go home when he arrived in city B, so he asked the driver to drive and drove directly to the school to pick her up.

I haven't felt this way for a long time.

Is it just because she is his wife.

He was a little confused, he wanted to make it clear, the appearance of his little wife became clearer and clearer in front of his eyes.

Huai Qing said that the little girl worked very hard, and her progress was impressive. Wei Zi's head teacher called, implying that Wei Zi had a bad character and copied other people's answers.

He believed in Wei Zi, the little girl was his wife, and the head teacher was just a passerby.

Her warm and fragrant breath spit on his neck, and her body was close to him, soft, warm and fragrant.

His mind shook suddenly, and he stretched out his hand to gently pinch her face.

Bowing his head, he kissed her lips precisely in the dark, kissed and sucked gently, it was soft and smooth, kissed her delicately, biting her lips, Wei Zi was almost breathless from the kiss, with a look on his face It's all his hot breath, reaching out to try to push him away.

The old man is now a werewolf, which is not good.

He was so heavy that he grabbed her hand and pressed it on top of her head with one hand, and grabbed her neck with the other, kissing her deeper and deeper.

He doesn't want to let her go, the taste of kissing her is so sweet.

His kiss suppressed her, making her unable to cry out even if she wanted to, but instead let his tongue drive in with one mouthful, and invaded more thoroughly.

This is a kind of kiss that she has never experienced before, which scares her so much.

Strong male masculinity, strong and domineering.

His heavy body pressed down on her, causing her pain.

He repeatedly kissed her fragrant lips, biting them until they were swollen, and kissed her earlobe unwillingly, which made Wei Zi shiver a series of times, and his body shivered like a chill.

His hand slipped in from the hem of the pajamas, holding her silky little rabbit in one hand.

Wei Zi gasped, resisting the strange feeling, and said in a low voice, "Gu Huaimo, don't."

"You are my wife." So obliged, satisfy him.

"Please don't, I'm not ready yet." She trembled pleadingly, tears slid down her cheeks and wet the hair beside her cheeks.

A weak person must plead like this, but the mastery rests with him.

He bit her earlobe hard: "I heard that you and Sun Ninghao still have contacts."

"Gu Huaimo, that's none of my business. He came up to talk at lunch by himself. Really, I swear, I don't have a romantic affair. Please let me go, I'm afraid."

Her voice was full of fear.

Gu Huaimo's composure gradually returned, and his lust subsided.

She got up to take a cold shower, and when she came back she only covered herself with a quilt and hid on the farthest side of the bed.

He lay down: "Wei Zi, don't let me know that there are no more gossips."

She remained silent, with her face turned inward, tears streaming down her face.

I don't know what to cry for, maybe it's sadness, a fate at the mercy of others.

(End of this chapter)