Adorable Wife: My Professor Husband is the President

"Lan Feifei, I'm Zhao Jiale. You can see clearly that I'm Zhao Jiale." as soon as the voice fell, Zhao Jiale kissed her.

When LAN Feifei heard Zhao Jiale's three words, she wanted to struggle conditionally. However, Zhao Jiale's strength was amazing: "don't move, let me have a good look at you."

LAN Feifei looked at Zhao Jiale and looked at him with two eyes: "I want to drink."

"Good, I won't drink today." then Zhao Jiale kissed her on the forehead.

"I want to drink..." Lan Feifei said stubbornly.

"Are all the women whose surname is Lan stubborn?" Zhao Jiale asked with a smile.

"It's so uncomfortable. I want to drink."

"Tell me, why are you so upset?"

"What's wrong with me... It's her fault. Why blame me?" Lan Feifei cried.

It turned out that she was so sad about it. Remember she didn't blame her? How did you make yourself like this?

So Zhao Jiale held her and coaxed, "yes, you're not wrong. Who says you're wrong."

"Zhao Jiale... Big bastard! I'll never... Never talk to him again."

"Well, he's an asshole. Don't cry."

Lanfeifei cried, "why does he always protect other women... Why doesn't he know to protect me at all."

Zhao Jiale looked at his wounds: "who said I don't know how to protect you? I fought with Su Yi in the bar tonight in order to accompany you. My face is full of color."

"Woo woo..."

"Stop crying, stop crying."

Although Zhao Jiale has many women and is good at comforting women, he seems to be less comforting in front of LAN Feifei.

"I'm going to cry. It doesn't matter to you." Lan Feifei cried.

"Then cry. I'll get you a tissue."

With that, Zhao Jiale handed the paper towel in front of her, "how about I make chicken wings for you tomorrow?"

Hearing the words chicken wings, LAN Feifei squinted and said: "... Zhao Jiale?"

Just kissed! What did she ask herself? Is it Zhao Jiale?

Zhao Jiale wanted to break up her demon: "you woman! Did you make a mistake! Did you know that I was Zhao Jiale? Huh?"

"Dead pervert... Zhao Jiale is pervert... He will have AIDS sooner or later..."

Zhao Jiale let her curse herself, but pressed her into her arms: "I have AIDS, what's good for you, fool."

"Zhao Jiale is a pervert... Sobbing..."

"Stop crying. I'm a pervert, okay?"

Zhao Jiale asked and lifted LAN Feifei's chin: "woman, tell me, do you love me?"

Lanfeifei pushed him away. "I want wine..."

Zhao Jiale pressed her under her: "do you only recognize wine tonight?"

"Wine..."

"Well, I'll let you feel what it means to live in a drunken dream."

LAN Feifei remembered that she had drunk wine the night before and seemed to have been beaten, but... When she woke up in the morning, the whole person was like falling apart, especially her legs... Can she drink this feeling? Thinking of this, she suddenly sat up from bed, smelled the smell of chicken wings and got out of bed angrily.

Zhao Jiale heard her footsteps, put the plate on the table, looked back and said with a smile, "you're awake."

As soon as the voice fell, a pillow hit him: "Zhao Jiale, you pervert! What did you do to me last night!"

Zhao Jiale took her pillow and said quietly, "Oh, I saw you so hungry and thirsty last night. I was satisfied by the way."