Cute wife is too delicious: President, please restrain

"Ah?" Ning Qiao looked at Yu shaomo in amazement.

"Ah, what are you doing standing there? Don't come up yet. " Yu shaomo turned his head and said unhappily.

Ning Qiao was stunned. He was flattered and fell on Yu shaomo's back, with his slender arm around Yu shaomo's neck.

Yu shaomo easily picked Ning Qiao up and walked forward with his feet raised.

Ning Qiaoqiao has never enjoyed such treatment, Yu shaomo ah... The man's best attitude towards her is to say a few love words to her when he is happy. Since he carries her back today!

"Yu shaomo, why don't you let me down? I can go by myself." Ning Qiaoqiao said in Yu shaomo's ear in a small voice. It's changing too fast. She's still not used to it.

Ning Qiaoqiao's warm breath sprayed on the skin of Yu shaomo's neck, bringing a feeling of crispness. In particular, Ning Qiaoqiao didn't know how much temptation it would bring to Yu shaomo as he walked because his chest was close to Yu shaomo's back.

"Ning Qiaoqiao, if you don't want to fall, just be honest and take a good look at your Lavender!" Yu shaomo's low voice is a little tight.

Ning Qiaoqiao thought Yu shaomo was angry again. He turned his mouth, put his head on Yu shaomo's shoulder and looked around at the sea of flowers.

"Yu shaomo, I didn't expect that the treatment would be different when I got married." After watching lavender for a while, Ning Qiao turned his head and chatted with Yu shaomo.

Yu shaomo's sharp eagle eyes flashed, smiled coldly, and said faintly in a sexy voice: "divorced treatment is even different!"

"Ah?"

Ning Qiao's smile on his lips froze. He looked at Yu shaomo strangely. Divorce?

"For... Why?" Ningqiao is confused.

"Because when you get married, you are tired and want to see the scenery. I can carry you on my back; If you get divorced... I'll bury you directly in this flower field! "

Yu shaomo said.

“……”

Ning Qiao was stunned for a few seconds and returned to his senses. He shivered fiercely and swallowed his saliva in some fear.

"I... I choose not to divorce." She won't be buried in the flower field.

Although she doesn't believe that Yu shaomo will really do this, Ning Qiaoqiao believes that there must be something more terrible waiting for her than being buried in the flower field.

"Good. Keep looking at lavender." Yu shaomo nodded with satisfaction.

“……”

Ning Qiao is speechless. Where is she still in the mood to see the scenery now? Her hair is still standing!

After walking in the flower field for a while, Ning Qiaoqiao turned around and looked behind him. The house they lived in was a long way from here.

"Yu shaomo, let's go back."

Ning Qiao whispered in Yu shaomo's ear.

"No more?" Yu shaomo stopped and his low voice was faint.

"Yes." Ningqiao nodded.

Yu shaomo turned his head and walked in the direction of coming. Ning Qiaoqiao's request to let him put her down was also ignored by Yu shaomo.

Back in the house, the old housekeeper seemed to have something to report to Yu shaomo. Ning Qiaoqiao went upstairs to take a bath.

Some essential oils were prepared in the bathroom. Maybe she knew she didn't understand French. Next to her, she put a card in English to tell Ning Qiaoqiao how to use essential oils.

Ning Qiaoqiao looked at the instructions, put water in the bathtub, dropped a few drops of essential oil, lay in the bathtub and enjoy the bath comfortably.

Before long, footsteps came from outside. After a pause, he walked straight to the bathroom.

"Wow!" With a sound, the bathroom door was opened from the outside, and Yu shaomo's lofty handsome face appeared outside the door.

Ning Qiaoqiao looked at Yu shaomo in horror, his arm subconsciously blocked in front of his chest, "what are you doing? I'm taking a bath! "

Yu shaomo raised his eyebrows. If she doesn't take a bath, he won't come in!

"Yu shaomo, what are you doing? Get out." Ning Qiaoqiao watched Yu shaomo step by step in horror.

"This is my house. Why should I go out?"

Yu shaomo stood by the bathtub and stared down at Ning Qiao's beautiful little face. The little girl stood in front of her chest and looked at him shyly, which made people's blood boil.

Is this house Yu shaomo's? Ning Qiaoqiao was a little surprised. She thought it was a farm, but Yu shaomo paid the money to rent it and they sponsored it.

"I... that's our joint property now! Yours is mine! I now order you out as the master here! "

Ningqiao's beautiful little face looks like a ripe tomato.

The bathtub is so big and the water is clear and transparent. What can she block!

"Ah..." Yu shaomo's sharp eagle eyes flashed a smile, and his slender body suddenly squatted down. The eagle eyes stared at Ning Qiaoqiao's white and tender body: "it's time to exercise Mrs. Yu's rights, huh?"

Mrs. Yu

Ning Qiaoqiao's face reddened by these words.

If yu shaomo didn't go out, Ning Qiaoqiao didn't dare to look up at him, but after a while, Ning Qiaoqiao heard the sound of taking off his clothes and looked up at Yu shaomo in horror: "you... Yu shaomo... What are you doing..."

Yu shaomo stared at Ning Qiao dangerously. His low voice was a little dull: "what do you say?"

……

All night, Ning Qiaoqiao was forced by Yu shaomo to call her husband. If she didn't, she tortured her with all kinds of shameful actions.

Ning Qiaoqiao's voice was hoarse. He was let go by Yu shaomo at dawn. He let Yu shaomo hold him in his arms and fell asleep.

Yu shaomo stared at Ning Qiaoqiao in his arms. There was an unnatural flush on his delicate little face. His sweaty hair was pasted on his cheek, and his pink lips were swollen.

It's finally his.

Yu shaomo's dark eagle eyes fixed on Ning Qiaoqiao, bent down and gently kissed Ning Qiaoqiao's lips, calling her name: "Ning Qiaoqiao..."

The next day.

Ning Qiaoqiao woke up from his deep sleep, his whole body seemed to be crushed by a car, frowned and moaned bitterly.

"Wake up?" A man's low sexy voice suddenly sounded behind him, and a strong arm tightened ningqiao's waist.

"Well..." rather look, frown painfully, turn around, look at Yu shaomo with purple grape eyes, "you loosen a little, I still hurt."

Yu shaomo Yingting's eyebrow peak picked, took Ning Qiaoqiao's arm slightly loose, and the eagle's eyes looked at her darkly: "you mean my performance last night made you very satisfied?"

"What are you talking about!" Ning Qiao blushed and gave Yu shaomo a white look.

Yu shaomo's sexy thin lips slightly hooked and pressed Ning Qiaoqiao under him. The eagle's eyes stared darkly, and his warm breath threw dangerously on Ning Qiaoqiao's Crimson little face: "I'm talking nonsense? Huh? Who cried and begged me last night? Am I talking nonsense? "