CEO's Wife Hard To Deal With

He held her in his arms and made a circle to stabilize himself.

Tong Yimo's two arms were placed on his chest in the cold night. A pretty face came up to him, and the tip of his nose almost touched one piece.

The breath is full of her breath. It is no longer the lemon aroma of the first love in the past, nor the fresh milk fragrance after a long separation, but a faint smell of Western medicine.

The smell of her body always told him indirectly what she met in the day when she left him.

Perhaps it was a ripple in his heart that touched a heartstring. After watching the cold night sink for a while, he suddenly lowered his head and kissed his thin lips.

It's a subconscious instinct to get close to him and kiss him.

The cold night sink body and mind Zheng Zheng Zheng, the brain has such a moment is a blank.

His whole body is tense like a string that will be broken at any time, and it seems that some kind of emotion is ready to go.

When she was about to leave, he put his big hand around her waist and clasped her back into his arms. He held her pink lips in front of her, and kissed back the sudden sweetness.

He's been waiting for this kiss, really for a long time

All the heartache, the instant vanishes, the meaning also becomes very valuable because of this kiss.

Tong Yimo slowly closed his eyes and found that he was no longer so resistant to intimacy with him.

Or she just resisted his initiative.

Is it

Once upon a time, what harm did his initiative bring to her?

That kind of injury, let her leave the psychological shadow that can't be erased?

This night seems to be a long time.

He had a desire for her, but he had to suppress it because time had not come.

With foam's disposition some slow hot, he can only follow her disposition slowly.

On the bed, the child with foam bird nestled in the cold night, a delicate jade hand gently stroked his left chest, felt his powerful heartbeat, whispered: "brother, I want to hear you sing."

Before, but she sang it to him.

Is it really the so-called "wind turns in turn"?

Cold night sink helplessly smile way: "I sing can run out of tune."

"Then you can sing a simple one." Tong Yimo was lying in his arms in the cold night and gradually closed his eyes.

After thinking for a while in the cold night, I began to hum the old military songs I learned in the army when I was living in the army.

Until he heard her breathing evenly, he stopped, put his hands around the little woman's shoulder, and slowly fell asleep with her.

The next day, early morning.

When Tong Yimo wakes up, lengyeshen is no longer in her room. After washing and changing her clothes, she is called by the maid in the manor to have breakfast with old master Leng and Mrs. Leng.

Cold old master as usual to her, cold lady's attitude to her slightly changed.

"With foam." Mrs. Leng suddenly opened her mouth.

Children with foam quickly put down the bowl and chopsticks should sound: "hmm?"

"After breakfast, I will accompany my mother to learn embroidery." The lady continued.

The child with Mo one face is embarrassed, the place that is bashful nods.

She didn't understand. Why did she learn embroidery?

These days, stay in Lengjia manor, Tong Yimo's daily life is colorful.

Either she accompanied Mrs. Leng's embroidery, flower arrangement and social dance, or learned to play weiqi, chess and tea with Mr. Leng. When she had the opportunity, she would go to a concert or an art exhibition, attend a fashion week, or listen to opera with him.

Just a little good, that is, Mrs. Leng doesn't need her to accompany her to play cards. Old master Leng doesn't need her to get up at five o'clock every day to accompany him to do Taijiquan in the morning.

During this period, he was not at home during the day. He would not come back until seven or eight o'clock in the evening. Sometimes, when he had to go abroad to do business, he only came back once a week.

After dinner, Tong Yimo went back to his room and sat at the round table with one hand holding his cheek and the other hitting the table top with his eyebrows wrinkled and his hair froze.

Mrs. Leng said that she also wanted her to learn piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and that she had better master everything.

She really hoped that Mrs. Leng would let her go. In fact, her painting was OK. As for Piano and calligraphy, she was not interested.

Alas -

I want to run away from home.

How much pressure is it to stay in this cold family manor?

She felt like she had to do something she didn't like.

When I came back from the cold night, I saw that she had no reaction, so I coughed gently.

Children to foam back to God, not cold and warm to greet a: "Oh, you come back."

"Are you not happy?" Cold night Shen then sat down at the table, found that there are still snacks on the table, but she did not move, "this heart is not delicious?""No appetite." Child to foam on the table a prone, small head a tilt, Nuo mouth.

"Tell me what's killing you." The cold night sank with a knowing smile.

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