The god of rebirth counts the world

Chapter 233

After Mr. King frowned and thought for a long time, he began to feel a little uneasy.

He searched randomly on the Internet, but found that many people reported that after their wives gave birth, there were problems in the couple's sex life, and serious ones even led to relationship breakdown.

Mr. King frowned more and more as he watched, and finally he thought for a while, and finally came up with a solution.

So this night, when Han Zhu coaxed the baby to sleep well, and watched the baby there with gusto, he finally returned to the small white building where he and Mr. Wang lived.

As soon as she entered Xiaobailou, she was stunned.

In the large living room, which was always brightly lit in the past, the light was dim now. In the center of the hall, on a white jade-like table, there were several tall candlesticks with candles burning on them.The melodious piano sound resounded in the hall like running water, and in the shadow of the candlelight, that handsome man stood in the candlelight, holding a large bunch of bright red roses in his hand, looking at him affectionately .

Han Zhu frowned secretly, just after taking care of the baby, when she saw this scene, she felt as if she saw a ghost.

Mr. Wang stepped forward calmly and held Han Zhu's hand: "Zhu Zhu, do you like it?"

Han Zhu took the flowers in his hand and smelled them: "The smell is quite fresh."

Does it taste fresh?

For a moment, Mr. Wang felt that there was something wrong with the dialogue, but he still nodded and said, "It's just as long as you like it."

As he spoke, he stretched out his big hand and took Han Zhu's slender hand, and the two of them came to the table: "I have prepared a sumptuous dinner, do you like it?"

Han Zhu glanced over, seeing the delicious food, as well as her favorite lobster: "Well, not bad."

After hearing this, Mr. King was very satisfied, and immediately took Han Zhu's hand, and the two of them sat down and began to eat.

While eating, Mr. Wang poured a glass of red wine for Han Zhu: "Try it?"

Han Zhu doesn't like drinking very much, even red wine.

But seeing Mr. Wang's affectionate look, she didn't refuse, and immediately drank with Mr. Wang.

At this time, halfway through the meal, Han Zhu also figured out what Mr. King meant.

He kept looking at himself with burning and longing eyes. Biologically speaking, he was emitting male hormones to attract the opposite sex.

Han Zhu sighed lowly: "It's true that we haven't had sex for a long time, we can try it tonight."

As soon as these words came out, the original romantic atmosphere in the room disappeared immediately.

Too straightforward words, but revealed the true meaning hidden behind the romance.

Mr. Wang didn't pretend at all, and sat down next to Han Zhu, put his forehead against hers, and said softly: "Zhu Zhu, you only have the little guy in your heart now, and you don't care about me at all."

There was a bit of grievance in the words.

Han Zhu smiled lowly, and raised his hand to stroke his hair: "I sleep with you every night, but I never sleep with him."

Mr. Wang looked at the woman who was close at hand in the flickering lights, but felt that there was a bit of charm in her eyes, and he only felt his heart fluttering for a while.

His voice became hoarse: "Zhu Zhu, I love you."

Han Zhu rubbed his forehead against his, and said in a low voice, "My Mr. King, I love you too."

For a moment, as if there was some magical power, the sound of the piano slowly stopped, the maids also quietly exited, and the door was closed.

Mr. King's breathing became short of breath, he suddenly picked up Han Zhu horizontally, and just like that, he was hugged by a princess.

He carried her up the stairs step by step, and while holding her like this, he couldn't help kissing her cheek and her charming lips.

At this moment, he realized soberly and profoundly that they hadn't been this close for a long time.

His body is like firewood that has been dry for many years, and when it encounters a little spark, it will start to blaze, clamoring to burn.

(End of this chapter)