CEO's amnesiac sweet wife

In the room.

Jiayi just came in with a tray with a water bottle and a cup in it.

Huo Zhenmin was lying on the bed. The heat on his pretty cheek faded slightly, his eyebrows twisted slightly, and his eyes closed tightly. He seemed more uncomfortable than just now.

The alcohol is rolling in bursts, sometimes turbulent, sometimes slight.

Just now a pull, it seems that the wine again tossed up.

Jia Yi poured a cup of cold water and came near the edge of the bed: "Mr. Huo, here comes the water."

Huo Zhenmin turned over, his eyes still locked tightly, his eyes fell down, and a shadow floated on his cheek. His thin lips opened:

"help me up."

Leng Jia put a cup of water on his back first.

It seems that he's really drunk now. She feels that he's all over her side. The hot breath and the smell of alcohol intermittently come to her face, which makes her white and full forehead sweat.

Men are tall and strong.

Because of her height, she couldn't support his weight at all. For fear that he would slip down, she could only hold his right hand around his thin waist, and then bend down and shrink under his strong arm, supporting the man alive with the whole person.

In this way, we will be closer to him.

She resisted the complex strangeness of being close to him.

He breathed heavily, and waves of them fell down from Jiayi's head. Her body was soaked with his sweat. He took out his hand and picked up the water cup: "Mr. Huo, drink water."

Little woman is like a natural wool cushion, soft, let him very comfortable, do not feel a pick eyebrows, slightly arrogant: "feed me."

Just like the imperial edict, his voice is more hoarse and gloomy than just now. He is charming and intelligent, and he doesn't feel embarrassed.

Jiayi grits her teeth. Look at his dead dog, just feed it!

She put one hand around his chin to prevent water from leaking out, then pried his mouth open with the rim of the cup and slowly fed him.

Sweet pure water along the throat, gurgling through the viscera.

He felt more comfortable, and his eyes were slightly clear. He followed the natural fragrance of the little woman, and Yu Guang looked over.

The sweat on jiayifen's face is like a peach stained with water.

I have to say that this little woman is very good at serving people.

The man who had just drunk the wine was thirsty and hot. He needed a lot of supplementary water. After drinking all three liters of water in the water bottle, he loosened his limbs.

Jiayi helped him down and made him lie down again.

Looking at his comfort, Jiayi remembers Adelaide's explanation and holds up the tray: "I'll go to the kitchen and make a wake-up Soup for Mr. Huo." Then out of the bedroom.

A few seconds after Jiayi left, Zizi flashed out from behind the wall.

Little meatball gently pushed open the door and walked in.

On the ground is an expensive thick woolen blanket. It's small and light, so you can't make any noise when you step on it.

He looked at the man on the bed with a puff on his cheek. Sure enough, it was right for him to choose to keep an eye on mommy.

This bad uncle is really bad. He has to drink water and let mommy hold him and let mommy feed him.

He doesn't even want to be fed. This bad uncle is so big!

Needless to say, he must have deliberately made things difficult for Mommy.

Mommy is here to pay her debts. How can a bad uncle make mommy so comfortable?

Mommy is so small, he is so strong, he is so tall, almost beat Mommy down!

No wonder Mommy is so tired every time she comes home that she has no energy to read stories to him.

Zizi squatted down beside the bed, and the tall European style bed immediately covered his figure.

He took off his small schoolbag, turned out the color pen and drew on the white sheet.

The king size bed is too wide for men to notice.

Zizi drew a circle of turtles and finally got close to the bedside. His little face lifted up and saw the sleeping man.

His eyelashes are thick, his nose is as high as a tower, his beautiful sideburns are well cut, and his thin lips are tight, forming a natural, smooth and beautiful arc.

This bad uncle is really more handsome than those male stars in TV series

But no matter how handsome he is, he is a bad man, a bad man!

When he was sleeping, he raised his colored pen and drew on his face. For a moment, he developed a habit of alertness, which made the man open his eyes like a sword Out of the cold light, hand at one stroke, clench the wrist, a sit up!

A bunch of eyes, such as a sharp blade, a daze, scared to death this baby, bad uncle is not sleep dead, how to say wake up!

Before he had time to leave, Huo Zhenmin reflexively picked up the meat ball with his backhand and dropped it from the bed."Wow -" Zizi fell to the ground!

Although there were thick wool mats on the floor, he was still frightened, touched his buttocks and cried: "Mommy - Mommy - someone is going to kill me -"

on the carpet, there was a fat, white and tender little boy with a small shoulder bag on his back falling to one side.

This little meatball?

Huo Zhenmin's eyes are cool, but he doesn't feel guilty at all. There's a sneer on his lips. This little son of a bitch can tell the villain first.

Just then, Jiayi hears her son's cry coming out of Huo Zhenmin's bedroom. She is so scared that she almost throws away half of the soup she has made and runs from the kitchen.

Push the door to come in, see Zai Zi pout small buttocks, cry on the ground to destroy the sky, small shoulder bag all fall to one side.

Jia Yi Ran to her son in a hurry and picked him up: "Why are you here? Didn't Mommy let you read on the first floor by yourself What's up? What's the matter? "

"Bad uncle threw me on the ground -"

bad uncle? Huo Zhenmin's face was even more blue.

Jia Yi doesn't care about anything else. First, she gives her son a general examination. She kneads her son to make sure there's nothing wrong with it. Goodbye. The cry of Zai Zai slowly subsides before she picks him up.

She clenched her silver teeth: "Mr. Huo, I know you still hate Xiaobao for scraping your car, but didn't you let Xiaobao come today? What are you mad at him! He's a child. You really have to do it. You threw him on the ground

If there is a bear child, there is a bear mother. It's a long-term experience to protect the short guard like this!

Huo Zhenmin sneered coldly and glanced at the king size bed behind him: "first, let's see what your so-called" children "have done. Last time I scratched my car, this time I painted my bed. If I hadn't reacted quickly, this boy would have taken my face as a canvas. How do you educate your children? "