Cute wife is too delicious: President, please restrain

"Oh, what? Have you fallen in love with the little lady after just a few days? Are you right to say that, Melissa? "

Qi He straightened his back and mocked the tunnel.

"It's not that you haven't seen the little lady's husband's attitude towards her. Who else can she see with such a man? Besides, make a rumor about me and the young lady. Do you want to bear the consequences? "

Joshua smiled even happier.

……

Upstairs.

The dressing room is quiet.

Ning Qiaoqiao went in and saw Yu shaomo standing in front of the mirror with his back to her, holding a clean shirt in his hand, and the bloody dress was thrown on the floor.

Ning Qiao's eyes flashed, walked in with light hands and feet, and hugged the man's tight waist from behind.

Yu shaomo's body was stiff. He stopped wearing clothes and didn't look back at her. His low voice was very weak: "what are you doing?"

"Eh? Aren't you always alert? Why didn't you find out when I came in? What if I was a bad man? " Ningqiao looked at him and said.

Yu shaomo glanced at her disdainfully: "if I don't look back, I don't know it's you?"

Her breath, her steps and her breath had already been integrated into his blood. Even if he didn't look back, Yu shaomo knew that she came in, but he didn't expect that she would hold him.

This man, praise him, he is also proud

Ning Qiao looked at Yu shaomo's face and said softly, "are you still angry?"

“……”

Yu shaomo ignored her.

To be clear is to be angry.

Ning Qiao bit his lip: "I've come up to find you. Don't be angry, OK?"

Her voice was soft, like a feather sweeping the tip of his heart, which made him itch. After all, she turned her head and stared at her faintly: "come up and please me?"

"Yes." Ning Qiao looked at him with a smile: "I'm afraid you'll open the wound when you wear your own clothes, so come up and see you. Don't be angry, OK?"

She said that. How could he continue to be angry.

However, Yu shaomo still kept a straight face: "then kiss me."

"Ah?" Ningqiao was stunned.

"What? Didn't you come up to apologize? Since you want to apologize, you must be a little sincere. You can't just say a few words to let me forgive you. " Yu shaomo looked at her and said.

Obviously, she is for his good. As a result, she has to apologize and be sincere

Ning Qiaoqiao helplessly looked at the man's handsome face, turned to stand in front of him, stood on tiptoe, and pasted his cool thin lips on his soft lips.

Yu shaomo's eyes were dark. His big hand immediately wrapped around her waist and kissed her affectionately.

"Woo... Yu shaomo, your injury..." Ning Qiao said vaguely.

"It's all right. Kiss first."

Yu shaomo said with her lips.

……

It was half an hour before they came down from upstairs.

Yu shaomo changed into a white shirt and wore a blue suit. The simplest color matching was also expensive by him.

"Tut Tut, I thought you couldn't help living above it for a good time, but it shouldn't be at this time. After all, Mr. Yu can't be so poor, can he?"

Joshua lay half on the sofa and looked at them jokingly.

Ning Qiaoqiao walked down with Yu shaomo's arm in his arm, his face flushed, and looked at Joshua angrily.

This guy is very difficult to mess with when he hasn't lost his memory before. How can he be like a hooligan after losing his memory.

"Joe, Mr. Yu didn't open the wound again, did he?" Qihe road.

"Yeah."? Ningqiao nodded.

"That's good." Qi he smiled, paused and said, "both of you are not feeling well today. Why don't I come back another day."

With that, Qi he stood up.

Seeing that she was leaving, Ning Qiaoqiao couldn't stay: "OK, come back another day."

Qi he didn't say anything more. He turned and walked towards the door. Soon his figure disappeared at the door.

"Why did she suddenly leave?" Ningqiao wondered.

Yu shaomo naturally didn't care about Qi He. Joshua sat aside and spread his hand: "I don't know. I'm probably busy."

……

the second day.

After Ning Qiaoqiao and Yu shaomo had breakfast together, Yu shaomo received a video conference sent by Lu Yao. Lu Yao and they have returned to the company headquarters and put into work.

Yu shaomo handles his business. Ning Qiao goes to see Dong Lancang as usual.

Walking into the hall, he heard a woman's voice. Ning Qiaoqiao walked forward a few steps and found that it was Melissa who was talking.

"Little miss."

Melissa also saw her. Before she finished, she stopped, greeted her respectfully, looked at ningqiao, and soon avoided.

"Mi'er, come and sit down."

East LAN Cang saw her and smiled a little more on his original serious face.

Ning Qiao walked over with his lips hooked and looked at Melissa. He seemed to say, "why is Melissa here, Grandpa? Are you arranging work for her?"

"No." East LAN Cang shook his head, looked at her and said, "just as you came, come and listen together."

Melissa obviously didn't want to say it in front of Ning Qiaoqiao, but Dong Lancang said so. She had to say, "young lady, I'm telling the owner that Joshua and I are going to get married."

"What?" Ningqiao suddenly frowned and looked at Melissa seriously: "are you and Joshua getting married?"

"Yes, miss." Melissa nodded, "because me and..."

"Are you kidding?" Before she finished, ningqiao interrupted her, "do you know what time it is now? Donglange just died. Are you going to have a wedding now? Do you want people to say you have no heart and no lung? Or do you want people to say that our Donglan family is fickle and unjust? "

Melissa was shocked and immediately lowered her head: "master, little lady, I absolutely don't mean that!"

"Whether you mean so or not, as long as you do so, others will think so." Ningqiao said.

"Looking for a son makes sense. If you get married now, it's not the right time."

East Lancang road.

"Master! But... But Joshua and I have been together for so many years. We... "Melissa was worried when she saw that donglancang didn't help her.

"Since it has been so many years, it's not urgent. At this time, real love can stand the test of time, right?" Ningqiao said.

She made it clear that she was deliberately blocking.

Melissa could see it naturally, but Donglan Cang spoke. She had nothing to do and clenched her teeth: "everything depends on the meaning of the owner."

"Well, go down."

Donglan Cang waved his hand.

Melissa respectfully turned and left, and her figure soon disappeared at the door.