The president tames his wife and loves him deeply

Chapter 38 Where do I... sleep?
The vase life begins here.

Lanshan became Mrs. Lu and lived in Lu Suiran's private domain.

When Lu Suiran entered the door, he took off his coat and changed into slippers very naturally.

Lan Shan looked at her muddy shoes, with a rare awkward smile on her face.

The man turned sideways, just in time to catch her expression in his eyes.

Pursing her lips slightly, she took out a spare pair of men's slippers from the shoe cabinet and put them on the ground.

The decline is as good as the flow, put on.

The warm yellow light illuminated the whole house, and Lu Suiran's face seemed to melt with the ice and snow, giving him a bit of warmth.

Out of the corner of her eyes, she glanced slightly, wearing oversized slippers on her feet, making her jade feet look more and more small and white.

Lan Shan seemed to be aware of his gaze, she bent her eyes and smiled.

It is different from the three-point smile on the wine table and entertainment field.

At this moment, she has not applied any makeup, and her long skirt is stained with water, and it is clinging to her body.

The eyebrows and eyes look miraculously soft and sweet, but they are even more touching than when the whole body is shining.

"Where do I... sleep?"

After entering the door, it was unbelievably quiet.

Lan Shan stood still in front of the somewhat friendly sofa, looking at Lu Suiran with clear peach eyes.

Two-story French villa.

The first floor is opened up into an extremely spacious living room, and the second floor is divided into a study, cloakroom and bedroom...

In simple terms.

Lu Suiran's home has only one bedroom.

Lan Shan has the self-consciousness of being a vase, the two of them have such a delicate beginning, she also wants to get to know each other a little bit.

But now, Lan Shan was a little dumbfounded.

Lu Suiran threw his coat on the sofa, glanced at her, and went upstairs.

Halfway there, she found that she was still staring blankly at the sofa.

Quite a bit of reminiscence.

"Clap" sound.

The man turned off the lights on the first floor.

Lan Shan reacted, "..."

The lights on the second floor stretched the man's back very long.

Lan Shan thought about it.

I think the president of her family probably doesn't like to put vases in the living room.

So, when Lu Suiran was about to disappear around the corner of the stairs, he followed him in his men's slippers.

Lan Shan was a little slower than him, touching the railing all the way up the stairs, vaguely feeling that there was still a little warmth on it, the temperature of his fingertips.

Suddenly remembered the last time she came here.

There was a lot of pretending to be crazy by drinking, so I almost cried bitterly without hugging Lu Suiran, and I only had company with the sofa downstairs.

This is only the second time, and he already has the qualifications to sleep in the bedroom.

Does this count as a qualitative leap?
The more Lan Shan thinks about it, the more she feels that her luck is pretty good.

When he entered the bedroom, Lu Suiran had already gone to take a shower, leaving behind his warm clothes.

There was the sound of splashing water in the bathroom.

Lan Shan stood quietly for a while.

The base of the ear began to redden uncontrollably.

She held her breath, and even her heartbeat became cautious.

For fear that the man would know, she was just across the door, secretly fantasizing about his naked and sexy appearance.

It's really... too shameful.

But the speed of her brain is always more honest than her own.

The man's slender and muscular body reappeared in his mind.

No more

Lan Shan covered her face, her body temperature was already high enough to fry an egg directly.

The sound of water in the bathroom suddenly stopped.

Lu Suiran's deep voice came, "Go to the bathroom downstairs."

It means: Don't stand at the door of the bathroom where he takes a shower and make assumptions about him, right?
Lan Shan blushed pretty, opened his closet almost blankly, grabbed a white shirt and rushed downstairs.

God.

Dare to feel that all her invulnerability can only be dealt with by others, a pair of Lu Suiran...

Lanshan always feels that her emotional intelligence is not enough, but her lust can cover the nine heavens!
Take a shower for the third time a day.

So Lan Shan just washed it with hot water and drenched it with the moisture of light rain.

After all, he has a baby.

She was still the Mrs. Lu whose mother depended on her children, so she dried her body very carefully before putting on a man's white shirt and going upstairs.

Lu Suiran lay on the bedside, took a book that seemed to be a planning case, and was looking at it, frowning slightly, looking in a bad mood.

Lan Shan walked over gently.

Silently beautiful in my heart: the height difference is the best.

Lu Suiran's white shirt was on her body, just covering her hips.

But Lan Shan took a shower, and her IQ hadn't hit the line yet.

Standing in front of the man, he pointed to the half-empty bed and asked him, "Do I sleep here?"

Lu Suiran raised his eyes to look at her, his eyes were incredulous, "Otherwise,"

"..."

Lan Shan choked.

Then, my heart felt a little sweet for no reason.

It turned out that the vase in Mr. Lu's house was treated like a bed!

Lan Shan climbed onto the bed and quietly occupied a corner.

Get ready to have fun in the enclosure.

On the contrary, Lu Suiran seemed to attach great importance to the plan in hand, and he didn't intend to let go of it after a long time.

It took about half an hour for Lan Shan to look at him vaguely, to stare at her man nakedly.

Lu Suiran didn't show any resentment.

She silently leaned against him, spanning the distance of a pillow.

Lan Shan sat next to Lu Suiran's pillow, and couldn't help thinking sweetly:

Finally sharing the same bed!

She looked at her sweetheart from a small distance, the light was soft, and the man who was close at hand had a much gentler face when he was in front of her.

It may be that in his own field, Lu Suiran doesn't have much expression, but he is in the most natural and casual state.

Lan Shan looked at him lying on her stomach with one arm on her head.

The long hair was scattered on the light gray sheets, and the space full of abstinence was gradually smudged with peach blossom color.

"Itchy skin?"

Lu Suiran's gaze still stayed between the lines.

The thin lips parted slightly, and suddenly spit out such a sentence.

The voice was a little hoarse and low that you would only have on the bed, and it slowly moved people's hearts.

Lan Shan's heart broke for no reason.

It took a while before I remembered what he said.

His face immediately turned red.

Lan Shan raised her eyes, half of her face was still buried on the pillow, "My skin is itchy, do you still want to hit me?"

Just kidding, even Gu Yuan has never been so patriarchal.

A little bit of starlight appeared in Lu Suiran's eyes, like a stream of light captured by it, very shallow and light, but with a beauty that was hard to ignore.

"Gu Lanshan, do you know that there is a kind of corporal punishment that is tiring but not harmful?"

The decline was slightly stagnant, and a smile gradually spread from Taohua's eyes.

"I know."

She stretched out her hand to support her chin, her long hair made her already small face more delicate, and the messy hair added a bit of disturbing charm.

"So, Mr. Lu, are you now asking a vase which kind of corporal punishment is more comfortable?"

As soon as Lanshan returned to normal style of painting.

There is a tendency to kill the ascetic Mr. Lu.

The man put down the plan in his hand, his eyes were thicker than heavy ink, he curled his finger, and flicked the corner of her mouth.

Not light.

Lan Shan almost thought it was broken, and reached out to touch it, but there was no blood.

The peach blossom eyes looked into the eyes of the man who seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

Like water flowing into the river and the sea, one can only see the magnificent waves in it, but one does not know where it will end.

Lan Shan gradually lost ground, covering the corners of her sore mouth, her cheeks were bulging, and stopped talking.

Lu Suiran suddenly smiled, "That's good."

The dim peach blossom eyes shimmer like this.

She seems to have gradually, somewhat groped for the subtleties of making vases.

The pain at the corner of the lips gradually faded away, leaving only a slight numbness.

Lanshan has always been a girl who forgot the pain when her scars healed.

Joyfully, he opened his mouth again, "Actually..."

As soon as the words came out, they were stopped by Mr. Lu's eyes.

She was bewitched by masculinity.

As soon as the conversation changed, it became, "You are quite tired today, go to bed early."

First, she snatched it away from the engagement ceremony, it took so long absurdly.

As a result, as soon as he returned to Lu's house, he was abducted by Qin Yuan who suddenly passed out.

This day and night, tossing back and forth.

No wonder I'm not tired.

Lan Shan finished speaking.

Mr. Lu just raised his eyebrows without much reaction.

On the contrary, it is the decline of oneself.

Can't help but start to think, from dinner to dawn, such a long time.

Lu Suiran and Qin Yuan, who are lonely and widowed, don't know what to do...

Mr. Lu didn't intend to mention it at all.

Lan Shan thought about it, but there was no good time to ask.

Laying on the bed, holding back, holding back, almost causing internal injuries...

There was the seductive aura of the man Lu Suiran on the pillow, she was lying on the ground, and her breathing was not smooth, and her body gradually began to feel hot.

His sensitive waist was suddenly touched by his palm, and Lan Shan trembled slightly.

Immediately afterwards, Lan Shan was turned over by him, and her slightly misty peach blossom eyes just met the man's deep eyes.

Uncontrollably, the eye sockets turned red.

Just a few seconds.

He had already retracted his hand, and there was a huge bed, each sleeping on one side, with a lot of space in the middle, and the boundaries between Chuhe and Han were clearly defined.

Lu Suiran felt that her eyes were different from before, and said lightly: "Even if you want to, there is no need to be so anxious."

Lan Shan choked for a moment, and said as a matter of course: "If you don't show it, how would you know?"

It was light.

The morning glow lit up the clouds, and the warm light dyed the sky, and the man beside the pillow closed his eyes.

The thin lips moved slightly, but said nothing.

Lan Shan got bored and reached out to grab the corner of the pillow.

His eyes locked on Lu Suiran's face.

Look at the world of faces.

She looked at it and forgot about Qin Yuan.

No matter what her favorite, the jewel in her palm, Mrs. Lu is now lying next to Mr. Lu.

It was her, Gu Lanshan, that was more important than anything else.

True or false, he explained himself, but there was always a little bit of trouble in his heart.

Lan Shan also slowly closed her eyes.

sleep.

She gently stretched out her hand, touching Lu Suiran's warm fingertips.

In this way... it can be regarded as the wedding night, holding hands and relying on each other.

I only hope that the white head will never leave.

Before he could fully feel the temperature of touching fingertips, Lan Shan's hand was suddenly held by him, "I still have something to tell Mrs. Lu."

Lanshan innocent face, "What?"

Lu Suiran's voice was low: "No matter when and where, don't trouble Qin Yuan, everything is the same, understand?"

(End of this chapter)