CEO, Your Wife Is Back

"Well, you can take it if you like," summan said in the kitchen.

Suman man just heard the conversation outside. He didn't expect it to be so late.

She felt a little sad.

"This is not true!" said Deng Qiu, dissatisfied and contemptuous, and then watched her enter the bathroom. "As a friend, I suggest you not to know nothing about happiness in the process of blessing. For a good man like Mr. Hua, you must do everything possible to protect him, or you will regret later!"

"Deng Qiu, I feel like my mother today," Suman said with a smile. She closed the bathroom door.

"Damn girl. You..." Deng Qiu was about to throw a pillow at her, and Suman slammed the bathroom door.

As soon as Song Qingran heard the sound, he ran out of the kitchen, holding a shovel in his hand, looking at the bathroom, and automatic speaking to himself, "somebody should wash her. Her hands still hurt."

I don't know whether the bubble on her hand is broken when she hits him today. If the bubble breaks, it will come out and it will hurt.

"What are you talking about?" Deng Qiu didn't hear his muttering clearly.

"Nothing," he sighed, shook his head and lazily returned to the kitchen.

Song qingran fried rice with eggs and asked Deng Qiu if he wanted to eat it. The latter said he had a full dinner.

He brought an egg fried rice and took the plate to the living room.

This is a small two bedroom house, and the living room also acts as a restaurant.

There is a small table in the living room. Su Manman and Deng Qiu often sit at the table to eat.

Song qingran sat at the table to eat. Deng Qiu poured him a glass of water, which was on the other side of the table, holding his chin and watching him eat.

"Miss Deng, if you watch me eat, I will be very embarrassed," song qingran said to Deng qiutou.

"I look at you alone and I will accompany you," Deng Qiu said with a smile. "If you say so, I'll go to the room."

She stood up to go back to her room.

"Do you live here tonight?" before leaving, she looked back and asked, "I know the noise, the end of the bed and the bed, but you should be quiet."

Song qingran coughed violently. The grain he had just swallowed seemed to be stuck in his mouth. He quickly picked up a glass of water and drank a little saliva.

Deng Qiu looked at him with satisfaction, went back to the room and closed the door. Song qingran had a meal and said in her heart, "this girl is really, really, really straightforward."?

After a while, the shower in the bathroom stopped, and Suman hurried out of the bathroom.

Her hair was wet and carefully draped over her shoulders. The steamed protein on her face was red. In the sun, her skin was good and smooth, just like the flowers after the rain. There was an impulse to kiss Fang's teeth.

"Manman!" he quickly pushed away the bowl, stood up and looked at her because her eyes were getting hot. His throat is out of control.

People full of enthusiasm and desire will not deceive others.

Su Manman ignored him and appeared in front of a man in her pajamas. She felt very embarrassed, so she hurried back to her room and closed the door behind her hand.

Of course, song qingran will not make the same mistake again. As soon as he saw her rush into the room, he ran quickly and put his hand into the picture frame.

Summan put his hand into the crack of the door and slammed the door.

"Oh, my hand... My hand..." song qingran's hand hurts badly. He doesn't have to pretend. He did press his eyebrows and screamed with pain.

"You... Who let you put your hand in?" summan was startled, opened the door and said nervously, anxiously and severely. "It's all your own fault, you."

She wanted to ask, "how's your hand?" "whether it hurts or not," but the thought that she was still angry with him. She can't pull her face down.

"My hand is broken, my hand is broken," he cried sadly and ran into the room, holding his injured hand in his other hand.

"I'll call you 12!" Suman turned to look for the phone.

Song qingran rushed up with an arrow and put her arms around her.

"No, I'm fine," he said proudly. Although his hand was painful, he held her tightly. "You still care about me, don't you? You won't ignore me, will you? Do you feel bad?"

"Who's sad? You let me go!" she said, struggling and almost biting her teeth. "It seems that your hands are not strong enough."

"It hurts, who says it doesn't hurt?" he pressed her hard, so that she couldn't help it. Gently put his head into her ears. "But it's no better than your pain. I know I embarrassed you and broke your heart, so this is my retribution. You should gloat.". Last time I was caught at the gate of the subway. This time I was caught by your door. Where should I be caught next time? “

"I don't care where you're caught?" she kept retreating, turning her head away from his lips.

He was too close to her ear, and the hot wind straightened the hair on her ear. His rough voice blew her ear to her ear, as if countless small electric sparks were running, making a clear sound, trying to refuse greetings, and even some words were incoherent.

"I know," he said, in a somewhat ambiguous and provocative voice, "I like to be caught in your body."

She slipped back into bed and was thrown by him.

He held her tight, her breathing was short, her chest heaved violently in vain.

She even felt his body close to her belly, her brain exploded, she felt like a fire, and her mouth was so dry.

"What do you want to do?" she said. "She is a just accusation. She becomes charming, but she really has a feeling of satisfaction and rejection.".

She was so ashamed that she wanted to find a hole to go in.

He looked at her, and the stars on her were confused. Now the soft jade fragrance is in his arms. In front of him is the vague and delicate expression of the person he loves. His body is too excited to control.

"Manman, promise me, no matter how angry you are. No matter what happens, don't turn it off," he sighed deeply. "I'll worry about whether you've had an accident, where you are now, and whether you'll be bullied... Really, I don't blame you for standing me up. I'm not afraid of you getting angry." I'm just worried about your safety. If I'm wrong and do something wrong, you can scold me and beat me. You can torture me at will, but you can't let me lose you. Promise me, okay“

His tone was deep and soothing, and every word came from his heart. His hoarse voice, suppressed by some desire, was like a trace of sand, slowly flowing through her heart, gentle, but constantly rubbing her heart.

Most importantly, what he said was that he couldn't find her, just because he was afraid of her accident, so he couldn't even afford to eat. He had been looking for her house until she came back, and he looked at her with confidence.

For some time, her heart was moved again.

”He said regretfully, "I know how you feel about me. You love me very much and you care about me very much. Otherwise, you won't sneak to Guizhou without telling me, and you will be upset by Chen Qinglan..."

When he spoke, he reached out to touch her hand and checked the swelling at the root of her finger. It's okay. But it's not damaged.

"How do you know what's going on in my company?" he felt her body a little soft. Then he released his hand and grabbed her. He fell asleep beside her and looked at her. "Who asked you to ask about the latest work of a small farmer?"

Summan didn't answer him. He stood up and found a hair dryer drying the water on his hair.

"Let me help you!" he grabbed the hair dryer in her hand and blew her hair carefully. "When you blow your hair, blow it with a low wind as long as it is half dry. You'd better not use the hair dryer in summer and let it dry naturally."

"Song qingran, when did you become a monk in the Tang Dynasty?" Su Manman shouted to him, "what nonsense!"

Doesn't she understand the truth he said?

She's just too tired. When her hair dries, she wants to dry it with a hair dryer so that she can go to bed early.

"People just grumble," he sighed and blew her on the other side. "How many people want to hear me? I don't want to talk to them. You don't want to hear me, but I seem to have endless words."

When he said this, Suman couldn't help but sour his nose.

If he had apologized to her in such a low voice, would she be too sad?

When the hair was almost blown, he turned off the wind and took a comb to comb her hair.

"Well, I know you're tired today, so go to bed now," he said, patting the bed and taking a nap. "You lie down and don't talk. Listen to me. I'll go when you fall asleep!"

"You don't have to wait for me to fall asleep. You can go," she said, shaking her mouth and revealing herself.

"Have you forgotten what I said? Women's words should be listened to backwards." he sat quietly by the bed and looked gently at her face. "I know you won't let me go."

She cut her back to him.

"You haven't answered my question yet. Who asked you to find Chen Qinglan? You can keep quiet and I'll guess. If I guess right, will you look back at me?"

She neither spoke nor moved.