Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

"I'm not heavy!" Zhang Shu pushed him down, then sat on him and asked him to try the weight, "am I heavy?"

Those several times almost killed Gao Yixiang.

He bit his teeth and endured that feeling, gently closed his eyes, "Miss Zhang, come down!"

But his hand still couldn't help caressing her waist, thinking whether to enjoy her legs

Zhang Shu's skirt, so now the scene is not only warm and ambiguous, but also easy to wipe the gun and get angry.

Zhang Shu refused. She lifted her hair aside and leaned over to kiss him: "didn't you say I was cold? I'll let you see if I'm cold."

In fact, he knew that she had drunk too much, but she was still a little sober. What she did now was to play with a child's temper. She did everything she dared not do in front of Tang Nianchen.

He smiled bitterly: she had dared to be so bold in front of Tang Nianchen, and probably wouldn't be lovelorn.

Which man can refuse such a special thing?

But if he can't refuse again, he has to refuse, because he doesn't want to be forced to marry this young lady with a gun the next day. It's not insulting him, but they are not people of the same world.

Zhang Shu, after all, is a luminous body, and he is just a small traffic police captain. No matter what happens in the future, he is a branch director. He can't go to heaven. She may not buy a few bags a year, and her show may be worth his ten-year salary.

Gao Yixiang is a pragmatic man. He won't provoke women he can't afford.

So he took her down: "stop fooling around."

He got out of bed. "I'll take a bath."

With his back on his back, he didn't speak for a long time. He turned his head and found Zhang Shu smiling.

He was annoyed: "are you not drunk?"

Just kidding him?

Wouldn't it be embarrassing if he really couldn't help doing something with her?

Zhang Shu lay on the pillow and stared at him: "I'm drunk, but I'm awake now."

"Now that you're awake, I'll take you home." Gao Yixiang put on his coat again and said, "let's go."

Zhang Shu held a pillow and said, "I don't want to sleep alone tonight."

He went over and took away the pillow in her hand. "Going home is a good child, and a good girl should have self-esteem."

"I don't want to be a good girl. I want to be a bad woman." Zhang Shu got out of bed and put his arms around his neck: "I'll take a bath first. Do you want to join me?"

He lowered his eyes: "Miss Zhang, this is my home."

"I know, but I gave the money, tonight..." her hand gently pulled his shirt button and untied one: "you are mine."

His Adam's apple loosened eagerly. Zhang Shu smiled and walked into the bathroom. He also walked away with a shirt.

It took him a long time to remember that he wasn't going to take a bath?

Of course, he won't wash with her. Washing will only make him more uncomfortable.

She won't do it with him. She can only look at it and can't touch it.

Zhang Shu, it's a luxury among women. He can't afford it.

About 20 minutes later, she came out and washed clean and refreshing. She had only one black shirt on her body, lined with straight, slender and white legs. The picture directly stimulated the married high-ranking adults to have nosebleed.

He covered his nose and stared at her: "you think this is the T-stage, bare legs! Find a pair of trousers and put them on. "