Cute Wife:The President Husband Is So Domineering

"Xiao Han"

"No more --"

“……”

Ling Xiaoan grabs the nightgown and shrinks back all the time. Finally, she hides at the head of the bed with her knees in her arms.

"Rice, rice is ready." She stammered, her eyes misty, her long chestnut hair falling down on her shoulders, which was very embarrassing and particularly tempting.

Xiao Han couldn't move his eyes. His eyes were even darker. He caught her under his body and pressed her to kiss her for a long time... Then he let her go.

If she continued, he thought, she would be too scared to climb under the bed again.

He buttoned up and went outside.

On the table, a simple dish soup, onion oil lotus root slices, tomato egg soup, and two bowls of rice.

Xiao Han sat down. It seemed to be his first time to eat this kind of homely dish.

He kept holding vegetables, a bowl of rice finished, he handed her the bowl, and added a bowl.

In fact, he was not hungry. He asked her to cook just now, which was more of a joke.

He has asked four Liang to arrange the hour work, and will come to report tomorrow morning. She has just been discharged, and he will live here in the future, and will always arrange one or two servants to wait on her.

But I didn't expect that the little woman was so obedient. If she was asked to cook, she really did it.

"Why don't you move your chopsticks?" When he looked at her, his eyes were not as evil as before, but warm and light, and more meaningful.

"I'm not very hungry." Ling Xiaoan put down the dishes and chopsticks. His sight made her feel uncomfortable. She gave him a timid look. She gently asked, "can I... Go to school?"

"Want to go to school?"

"Yes." Under the table, Ling Xiaoan's fingers were pinched together nervously.

Although she didn't know, is it meaningful to finish college?

But maybe when she goes to school, in the sunshine, she will feel that she lives more like a person.

Xiao Han raised his hand and fiddled with her hair: "it's not impossible to want to go to school, so tonight... What do you think you should do?"

Looking at him with deep eyes, Ling xiao'an was scared to the extreme, but still nodded his head.

She was picked up from his chair and walked to the bedroom

Finally, when he took her to take a bath, he kissed her crying face and said in a hoarse voice, "if you cry again, how many more times? Don't go to school tomorrow, either? I haven't done it for two months... I have a lot of strength now. "

"..." Ling Xiaoan tried his best to bite his mouth, and then reluctantly restrained the cry.

……

The sun in the morning sprinkles on the bed through the curtains, and the breeze in spring is mixed with warm breath, which is very comfortable on the body.

But no matter how comfortable, Ling Xiaoan is too painful to sit up from the bed at the moment. Her elegant eyebrows are twisted together, and the abnormal one is already standing by the bed in a suit and shoes, looking at her.

"No strength?" Xiao Han leaned slightly, and it seemed that there was still a faint afterglow in his eyes.

"Since I don't have the strength, I'll go to school another day?"

Ling Xiaoan sat up with his quilt rolled and his teeth clenched, but his clothes

Xiao Han opened the wardrobe, and there were not a few clothes in it. She didn't take anything with her when she left Shuian apartment, and he didn't throw anything away.

"I, I wear it myself --"

The rejection and struggle at the moment are all in vain. The disparity between men and women is always clear.

When the sheets are thrown on the ground, Ling Xiaoan can only passively bear his strength. He puts on every piece of clothing from inside to outside

He took her to the bathroom.

After washing, he took her to the restaurant for breakfast.

"Hello, miss. Breakfast is ready." The 40 year old aunt of the hourly worker stood on the side in good order.

Hearing someone talking, Ling Xiaoan raised her panic eyes. Why are strangers here?

She looked at her aunt and Xiao Han.

Xiao Han waved his hand and motioned the clock worker's aunt to step down. He bent down and propped his hand on the edge of the dining table: "not used to it?"

Ling Xiaoan swallowed his saliva and gently replied: "I, I can cook and do housework... I can do it too, can I..."

The body lowered a little, his nose tip lightly touched her smooth and delicate forehead, the voice was low, also bad: "what about my underwear? You wash it for me, too? Huh? Is that right? "

Ling Xiaoan's eyes were empty, and two blushes crept up her cheek. After a long time, she said in a whisper: "I know..."

So, the hour worker's aunt, with a sad face, left the apartment with the money given by Xiao Han.

……

After breakfast, Xiao Han drives Ling Xiaoan to the gate of Jiangcheng University.

At the moment of opening the door, Ling Xiaoan suddenly stops and turns his head stiffly.

Looking at his dark eyes, she asked him softly, "Xiao Han, what's the relationship between you and me, between us?"

Xiao Han holds the hand of the steering wheel and suddenly releases it. Secretly, he touches the silver ring on the ring finger of his right hand, which is not very expensive and even rough.

At that time, Xiaoyuan put it on for him

Ling Xiaoan's gloomy eyes gradually dropped down, looking at his hand, also looking at the ring, she suddenly felt a stabbing pain in front of her eyes, the pain was hot in her eyes.

She bleakly pursed her lips and said gently, "so you and I are just in bed, aren't we?"

Isn't it?

What does she expect? What other fantasies does she have?

On that day, he can force her to have a miscarriage, witness her being pushed into the operating room, and release her hand because of a phone call when she is most scared and helpless

What he needs, maybe, is a body without soul.

Xiao Han gathered up his thoughts and looked back at her. The luster of his eyes seemed to disappear a lot: "what kind of relationship do you want us to have?"

He can be because of her, openly against his father, he can always keep her around, he also wants to keep her around.

But in addition, he still won't give it to her, and he doesn't have the ability to give it to her.

Marriage, life, life after life, that kind of ridiculous words... He may never have the courage to say to the second woman.

He just wanted to be like this and maintain this kind of relationship that he didn't know.

His hand returned to the steering wheel: "it's going to be late, won't you go in?"

Ling Xiaoan frowned, inexplicably, the pain is more and more intense.

She grabbed the hand of the door and tightened it secretly. She didn't know where she had the courage to say: "you asked me four times last night, including those in the bathtub. Remember, we only have 493 times left!"

With that, Ling Xiaoan ran out of the car without looking back!

The man sitting in the car frowned slightly, reflecting on her last words, and a restless mood accumulated in his chest.

Did she just remind him? In her heart, how could she calculate so clearly?

His little rabbit, dare to lose his temper to him!

When he is in a trance, the old man's call pops up on the screen of his mobile phone