The little wife of the demon president

Chapter 57
Gu Huaimo didn't say much to her, he only said it once, just once.

Walking over, she uncovered her quilt.

She glared at him fiercely, about to turn around and ignore him.

Gu Huaimo sat down, pinched her chin with one hand, and swallowed ginger soup with the other.

She took a sip, stuck out her tongue, and spat out the ginger soup.

"Gu Huaimo, what are you doing, you are sick." Why do you want to force her to drink these spicy soups.

He took a big gulp, lowered his head, sealed her mouth fiercely, and gave her the ginger soup.

Seeing if she dared to vomit, Wei Zi slapped his back with both hands, which was like scratching an itch to him, without any threat at all.

He took a sip of ginger soup, pressed her shoulder with one hand, picked it up with the other and took another big gulp, bowed his head, and kissed her lips.

A bowl of ginger soup is not much, but it has been eaten up after a few mouthfuls.

But the lips never left.

Kissing and sucking her tender and smooth lips, it was so delicious, it made him want to go deeper, to kiss more and more.

Wei Zi's struggle became smaller and smaller, he held her head in both hands, but kissed her so deeply.

The breath between the lips and teeth is entangled with each other.

She has his taste, he has her taste, she is as sweet as wine, making him want to be intoxicated like this.

He stretched out his hand to lift up her clothes, and held her slender waist, it was so thin, so small, her skin was as smooth and tender as jade, she suddenly thought about breaking this delicate waist, but it was pity after all, so she lightened her strength , caressing gently.

Wei Zi was extremely sad, weeping quietly.

He felt that it was a matter of course to change her wish, and he didn't feel any guilt at all. Although she, Wei Zi, was a little girl with no status, she was a human being after all, not a flower and plant on the balcony, with no heart or thought. People who don't hurt.

If he wanted to kiss him, he would kiss him domineeringly, whether she wanted to or not.

She was quite stubborn in the past, and she would not shed tears easily, but when she was weak, she shed tears in front of him several times.

Let go of her, teary eyes, red and swollen lips, still so alluring.

"Don't cry."

But her tears flowed more happily.

He didn't like to look into a woman's eyes. To be more honest, he didn't like to see her cry, which made her feel choked up.

"Cry again, I'll kiss you again."

Wei Zi immediately put away her tears, raised her hand to wipe away the tears, then pulled up the quilt and wrapped herself up.

Still shaking under the quilt, she must be crying.

Alas, when will the little girl grow up, he is a normal man.

For so many years, it was also the first woman that gave him a strong desire for demand.

Went to take a cold shower, he now has a wife and a wife, it's really no different.

"Wei Zi."

She shouldn't, go to sleep.

"Give me some quilt, or I..."

She jumped up suddenly, and threw the quilt to him with red and swollen eyes: "Here, here, all for you, I, Wei Zi, am just an obedient, dispensable person."

He grabbed the quilt and frowned.

"Wei Zi, don't talk to me like that in the future."

"You are uncle, I know."

He straightened his face: "Cyberism is not allowed."

"Humph."

"What are you going to do?"

"Watching TV, no."

"No, what time is it, and I still don't sleep."

"It's only ten o'clock, you have to go to bed, you go to bed by yourself." Unlike him, she is still young, and the night of young people is just beginning.

Well, he doesn't care as much as her, let her order, after all, she is in a bad mood today.

In fact, he was quite worried when she ran out, and he called someone to follow her, knowing that she was crying, it would be good to let it out while crying, Wei Zi was more rational than he thought, even though he knew that she was obviously timid On the obedient side, there is Feiyang's personality secretly.

He quite liked it. She was angry with him, quarreling with him. This kind of emotion made his life not like stagnant water.

Look, whoever was screaming not to sleep just now is not lying on the sofa and falling asleep.

He sighed and got up to hug her to the bed. Her eyelashes were still slightly wet, which made him feel sorry for her. He gently put her on the bed and covered her with the quilt.

Good night, little wife, life has become turbulent and exciting with her.

(End of this chapter)