CEO's Secret Wife

Then she looked at the living room like a thief and quickly threw the kite aside.

Shen shaoting stood behind her. He was tall, handsome and dignified. However, he was carrying a pleasant schoolbag in his big hand.

Smashing her mouth, Xuanxuan rushed into the kitchen: "Mommy, I'm so thirsty. I want to drink water."

Frowning, ye Ziqing looked at the mud and grass stained on her white sneakers, took her collar and took it out of the kitchen: "where have you been today?"

Some wilted. Xuanxuan hung her head and kicked her feet carelessly. Her voice was like a fly: "fly... Fly a kite..."

"You've been absent from school for so long. Today is the first day of school, so you'll skip class?" Ye Ziqing couldn't help but aggravate her voice.

Xuanxuan's small body shrank in fear and stuck to the wall behind her. Shen shaoting looked at Ye Ziqing, pulled her thin lips and narrowed her eyes: "I've asked her teacher for leave..."

While talking, he put the pleasant goat schoolbag on the sofa, then walked over and saw that Xuanxuan immediately hugged his thigh with both hands.

Hearing the speech, ye Ziqing glanced at him, moved away and landed on Xuanxuan: "don't eat dinner until today's homework is finished."

She ignored them, walked out of the kitchen and began to serve dinner.

Smelling the fragrance, Xuanxuan's lovely nose wrinkled: "uncle, Mommy's dumplings, I'm so hungry."

"The dog's nose..." Shen shaoting raised his eyebrows and gently pinched her nose with his big hand: "endure..."

After licking her tongue, Xuanxuan drooped her head in frustration. Then, Xuanxuan lay on the table doing her homework, and Shen shaoting sat next to her.

Today, it was thanks to his daughter's blessing to step into this room again, otherwise, according to the woman's temperament, he would not step in.

But he wronged his daughter and flew a kite all afternoon. Now he has to lie hungry on the table and do his homework.

On the table, only Ye Ziqing and Shan Guoguo were having dinner. The aroma was overflowing. Shan Guoguo wanted to call Xuanxuan, but she stopped him.

Xuanxuan pulled Shen shaoting's suit pants and whispered, "uncle, I haven't eaten the lotus root dumplings made by mommy for a long time..."

"Uncle is longer than you. Be good. Write..." Shen shaoting raised his eyebrows, lowered his voice and lowered his eyes. Yu Guang glanced at Shan Guoguo and hissed coldly.

He also ate the dumplings she made, although it was four years ago

After dinner, Shan Guoguo went back to her room and continued to tidy up. Ye Ziqing cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks. Xuanxuan couldn't help crying: "Mommy, I'm so hungry..."

With a soft heart, ye Ziqing went to the kitchen and brought a small bowl of dumplings to Xuanxuan. She didn't even look at the man on the sofa.

Shen shaoting was really hungry. His narrow eyebrows and eyes moved slightly, looking at the delicious Xuanxuan.

"Open your mouth, uncle." Xuanxuan fed him a dumpling. It's OK not to feed it. This time, she became more and more hungry. She hasn't seen him for four years, and her craft is getting better and better.

The big hand picked up Xuanxuan's spoon, and Shen shaoting scooped up the dumplings. When he was about to put them into his thin lips, he collided with Ye Ziqing's eyes.

When ye Ziqing caught him, she held her chest in her hands and looked at his move. He was a little embarrassed. His Adam's apple rolled, his left hand gracefully sorted out his black shirt, his eyes turned to Xuanxuan, his face remained unchanged, and his handsome face was indifferent: "open your mouth..."

Seeing this, ye Ziqing's eyebrows and eyes twitched slightly. At the moment of turning around, the corners of her mouth really couldn't help raising an arc upward, and converged for a moment.

When she came out again, she held a bowl of freshly cooked dumplings in her hand. She slapped them in front of him.

To him?

Shen shaoting raised his narrow eyebrows. Recently, she has never given him a good face. This is the first time. She is really surprised.

"Thanks, ex-wife..." he said in a voice. His magnetic voice looked at her gently with a thick hoarseness.

The title of Miss Ye is obviously stiff. As for Mrs. Shen, if he asks, he will certainly be invited out again.

Staring at him coldly, ye Ziqing said, "no thanks. After dinner, Mr. Shen can leave, because we have to rest."

Shen shaoting pretended not to hear it, but ate dumplings gracefully and slowly.

Xuanxuan's math has always been bad, which can be described as a mess. Ye Ziqing tutored her to do math problems, with a soft voice and a serious look.

He quietly stared at her in the dim yellow light, with a beautiful and charming side face, emitting a focused breath from inside to outside, which made him fascinated and excited for a moment.

After tutoring his homework, it was already half an hour later. Ye Ziqing stretched slightly and stared at him: "we are a little tired. Mr. Shen won't give it away."

Hearing the speech, Shen shaoting smiled gently and picked up the coat on the sofa. Seeing that, ye Ziqing sighed and thought he was leaving.

But unexpectedly, when he picked up his coat, he pulled his exquisite suit pants, put his coat on his body, and slept on the sofa.

"I'm also a little tired. Keep quiet and let me rest for a while..."

This man is becoming more and more shameless!

Ye Ziqing's chest can't stand some ups and downs. He really wants to take up the remaining half bowl of dumpling soup on the table and pour it on his face.

"Hey, you should go. There are not a few five-star hotels on the coast, enough for you." she kicked him in the leg.

But Shen shaoting seemed to be asleep. He didn't feel at all, and his eyes didn't move.

Ye Ziqing was still kicking at her feet, but the man just didn't respond. Xuanxuan pulled her sleeve: "Mommy, don't quarrel with my uncle when he's tired. I want to take a bath. Mommy gives me a bath. There's soil in my shoes. It's sticky and uncomfortable."

The breath was held in her chest, and ye Ziqing kicked him again, and then took Xuanxuan back to the room.

The sofa is narrow and small, and it will cool down at night. She wants to see how long the distinguished and proud president Shen can stay here.

The sound of two footsteps disappeared. Shen shaoting's narrow eyes slowly narrowed a gap and watched the big and small figure enter the room. Then the door was slapped and fell heavily.

He moved his tall body, changed into a more comfortable sleeping position, and closed his eyes again.

Originally, she only planned to coax Xuanxuan to sleep, and then she prepared lessons, but unexpectedly, coax and coax herself to sleep.

The sleepy Ye Ziqing didn't wake up until the cell phone rang. She sat up bleary eyed, pulled the quilt for Xuanxuan, and then walked out of the room and took the door, afraid to wake Xuanxuan up.

Just sleepy, ye Ziqing narrowed her eyes and then called: "Hello, mom."

"Ziqing, how's the national leg? It's been a long time. Is it getting better?"

The living room was still dark, and she had no plan to turn on the light. After calling, she would continue to go back to her room to sleep. There was no need.

With her eyes closed, she walked forward with intuition and said, "not yet, but she is recovering. She does leg exercises every day. I will tell you and my father if there is any news."

"Well, what about you and the country?"

Holding the mobile phone, ye Ziqing still didn't open her eyes and said, "I've discussed with the state and plan to get married. As for whether to get married in Binhai or s City, I haven't decided yet. Mom will help us choose one on the wedding day, and then we'll decide on other details. It doesn't need too much weight. Well, you and my father can help..."

Between words, she sat down on the sofa with intuition, but she felt hot and soft under her hips. Something was wrong.

Obviously, she had forgotten all about Shen shaoting sleeping on the sofa, and she was sitting on the man's chest.

When ye Ziqing opened her eyes and was about to take a closer look, Shen shaoting on the sofa moved and turned over, let her legs straddle, sat between his strong waist and abdomen, and supported her slender willow waist with both hands. Her dark black eyes were like the eyes of wild animals, burning leaping flames, even in the dark night without lights on.

The body was suddenly turned over. She couldn't help screaming. Guo Yanfang at the other end of the phone immediately asked, "what's the matter?"

The heart of the frightened chest was still beating up and down. Ye Ziqing stabilized her body and patted her chest gently. When she was about to speak to the man under her upper body, she heard a voice from the phone. She had to quickly answer: "Mom, it's all right. I didn't turn on the light. I accidentally touched the chair. I hung up first. We'll talk about other things tomorrow. Well, bye."

Hang up the phone, she firmly grasped his big hand falling on her waist and pressed her voice very low: "you let go!"

There are also Xuanxuan and Shan Guoguo in the room. I don't know if I heard her just now. At present, I can only keep the voice to the lowest.

The blood on his whole body seemed to be boiling, boiling, burning and crashing madly. His low and dark voice squeezed out of his teeth: "are you going to marry Shan Country?"

"Yes." Ye Ziqing answered, holding his hands on his chest, twisting and struggling.

The two of them were too close at this time. She seemed to ride on him.

If Xuanxuan or Shan Guoguo suddenly came out of the room, they would have come across this scene, and the situation would only become more embarrassing.

"Why marry him?" his big palm still clamped her slender willow waist, hoarse voice, and the bright flame in his eyes was still jumping.

His strength was great. Ye Ziqing's struggling cheeks turned red, but she couldn't shake him. Instead, she heaved her struggling chest and gasped.

So he simply gave up the struggle and rode between his waist and abdomen, panting slightly.

His big hand lifted up, and he hooked the hair on her cheek behind his ears. Although the anger in his heart was still boiling, the action on his hand was very gentle.

"Why do you want to marry him?" he asked again, pulling his thin lips. His voice was low and dull. His pupils tightly narrowed her figure. "