Adorable Wife: My Professor Husband is the President

The nanny is a little surprised. She doesn't have cosmetics. Every nanny here must wear light makeup, but... At night, does she still have the habit of making up before going to bed?

However, they are also specially trained professional nannies. She didn't ask about the privacy of these living habits, but nodded very quickly: "OK, I'll take it for you."

When Xia Ning poured the cosmetics, she looked carefully. Although they were all good brands, the material was only suitable for light makeup. The hot and lingering effect could not be achieved. She was willing to challenge her style.

After an hour of careful dressing up, Xia Ning looked at herself in the mirror. Compared with the past, she was just like two people. She nodded with satisfaction, especially when she had just taken a bath and had long hair. With this nightdress, she took off her childishness and had a light and mature beauty.

So Xia Ning stepped on the steps of a lady and went out for a turn first, but all the men were numb, and the effect was worse by more than half. The most terrible thing was that she didn't have anyone she could see. Either she looked too general or she looked too timid. In short, none of them could see well.

Before she knew it, Xia Ning walked to the door of Mr. Tang. Although there was only one handsome man in the villa, she hesitated and didn't have the courage to knock at the door. After all, she had several lives to toss about with this man, so Xia Ning bit her teeth and moved her steps decisively. The more she thought about it, the more angry she was. She worked so hard for so long, I didn't get anything. Do you really want to find a man who can barely make do among those men?

Just then, I heard a cold voice behind me: "who!"

This voice is undoubtedly Mr. Tang, but it's just the tone... But it's not as emotionless as before. I don't know whether it's late at night or Xia Ning's illusion. I always feel that his voice seems to be a little excited, exploratory, sad and indifferent. It's just a word, but she hears so much information.

Xia Ning looked back and saw Tang Fu looking at himself in surprise, but there was infinite aftertaste in her eyes. Xia Ning remembered very few pictures of Tang Fu together, but she was expressionless and arrogant every time. It was the first time she saw him so focused and serious looking at others. The deep feeling in her eyes made him more gentle, Moreover, the person being watched is herself. Such an old Mr. Tang is much more fascinating than in the past. He has seen three of the five mysteries of Xia Ning. The whole person is soft, but he is actually seen as soft.

Xia Ning's brain was blank for a moment, and he even forgot who he was and where he was. He just felt that his body was getting softer and softer. The whole person was intoxicated by his eyes. He looked at the man in front of him vaguely, but his eyes were gentle.

When he saw the familiar figure in front of him, he was stunned. His flowing long hair spread freely, and he dreamed of countless figures at night. In this way, as before, he often hesitated for a long time when he came to his door. When he was about to touch the front of the door, he had no choice but to leave.

Every time he tried not to hold her impulse and watched her leave quietly. Today, he said nothing to miss and said nothing to disappoint her. He gazed at her affectionately, distressed, confessed and missed. All his emotions were intertwined and could no longer be restrained. He strode in front of her and held her in his arms: "don't go."

Xia Ning was held tightly in his arms with a stunned face and thought... This Pajama... Shouldn't have a source?