Cute Wife:The President Husband Is So Domineering

Because of her ignorant appearance, Lu Zhan's deep breathing gradually became disordered, and the veins on both sides of her forehead beat slightly.

This woman!

She was afraid of this, but did she know what she was doing?

Joe pinched the man's shirt more and more, his palms were sweating, and his tears were falling more and more quickly.

The light of the wall lamp is very weak, scattered light aperture, but it is this kind of faint, will set off the small face more miserable.

Wrinkled nose, she whimpered: "Mr. Lu... I can't..."

That pair of poor eyes, like the stars in the dark night, moving bright, and soul hook.

"Late, Joe!" Lu Zhanshen roared in secret, and the only trace of reason was almost annihilated.

Putting her in the bed, he quickly got up and went into the bathroom.

At the moment, what he needs is a cold bath!

After the man left, Joe knelt down on the bed, messy pajamas, loose green silk, sad eyes

How pitiful that picture is, how moving it is.

Watching him walk away in silence, she felt embarrassed. She buried her head, buttoned her pajamas one by one, and then left the room with a red face.

Why did he yell at her? Are you angry?

Because she won't, so he's angry?

Do men like experienced women? And she can't even please a man.

But she won't, she really won't!

When he went back to the bedroom again, Joe calmed down a little bit, and the tears on his face had been wiped clean, with a basin of hot yam cake in his hand.

However, the little face is still red, a delicate and crisp beauty.

The sound of the water in the bathroom gradually stopped. After a deep shower, Lu Zhan came out of the bathroom while trying to wipe his hair.

After the bath, the man only tied a bath towel below, with a strong chest and a thin waist, showing clear texture without a trace of fat.

After wiping his hair, he threw the bath towel aside, and the broken hair on his forehead covered his black eyes, adding sexy and uninhibited.

Joe walked over late and gingerly handed the plate to the man: "Mr. Lu, this is my yam cake. Would you like to try it?"

Looking at her expectant little eyes, Lu Zhanshen's heart flowed a warm current, and his mouth curved slightly.

However, soon, the smile was smoothed, his dark eyes fell a layer of shadow, some cold and indifferent.

At the moment, her flattery and initiative to him is for her father's company, he is very clear.

At the moment, in her heart, perhaps thinking of another man, he also knows.

The boy named Zhou Chuyan, who she has loved for so many years

He clenched his fist and his knuckles turned white.

He got her body, but what about her heart?

When will she completely belong to him?

Seeing the man standing still, Joe picked up a piece of yam cake at night, hesitated for a moment, and put it on the man's mouth: "I learned from Aunt Liu in the afternoon. I made it with my heart. Can Mr. Lu taste it?"

Suddenly, he grabbed her slender wrist: "what's wrong with the hand?"

"When I peeled the yam, I touched my hand, so it was itchy and I couldn't help scratching it several times. Aunt Liu said that some people do. It's better to wear gloves when touching yams next time. " She answered honestly.

It's also because of her lack of life experience. She had never done housework before in Qiao's house, so she didn't even know this basic knowledge.

He took the dish from her hand and put it aside. Looking at her red hand, his eyes showed heartache.

Soon, he took a piece of ointment, grabbed her little hand and spread it on the back of her hand.

"Thank you." Joe drew back his hand and pursed his lips.

He stood in front of her, his hands on her waist, took her into his arms, and the fragrance of her body flowed in his nose: "we don't need to do this kind of thing in the future."

Joe hung down his head at night. His voice was so low that he could hardly hear him: "don't you like Mr. Lu?"

After a short silence, the man raised her chin abruptly and stared at her with dark eyes: "what don't you like?"

When the four eyes crossed, Joe was defeated at night, but his eyes were as vast and frightening as night.

She bowed her head and said nothing.

But, thinking of something, she raised her face again, stood on tiptoe and touched his cool lips quickly.

"Doesn't Mr. Lu like me?" She gnawed her lips and asked him.

He leaned down and gently pulled away the hair on her face, so that the moving and blank little face completely appeared in front of him.

His thin lips swam all the way from the corner of her lips to her earlobe. The pure male breath bewitched her cochlea and made her feel buzzing. The whole person seemed to be burning.

The palm that fell on her waist increased the strength. He pressed her body tightly in his arms. A low voice rang out in her ear: "Joe, what are you doing? Well

"I know, I know what I'm doing. Mr. Lu said that what I want to do is to meet all your needs."

Her eyes were filled with helplessness. She was so active that she thought she could please him.

No, however.

He didn't respond and he didn't seem to be satisfied.

The bedroom was quiet as if the air had condensed. The sound of deep and shallow breathing became very clear.

Suddenly, he bowed his head again and pressed it to her ear. His thick voice was extremely hoarse.

He said only a few words.

For a moment, Joe was so stupid that his cheeks were as red as blood, so hot!

"Swollen..." she murmured.

Is that why he didn't touch her?

Lu Zhan pulled up his lips, and the string in his heart seemed to be stirred.

Her coquettish and coquettish look became the best visual enjoyment in his eyes.

"I, I'm going to bed." Joe pushed the man late and climbed into bed, hiding from head to toe.

It's just that men seem to be in the mood.

He stepped forward and lifted her quilt. He lowered himself and said, "don't feed me?"

"Well, no more." She curled her face angrily.

He chuckled and said, "get up and feed me."

Then he sat down on the sofa.

Finally, Joe didn't disobey the man's request. She got up and got out of bed. She took the plate of yam cake and walked slowly.

When he came to him, his folded legs were flat. He bent his lips and said, "sit up and feed me."

He gently tugged, she sat on his lap, light hands slowly picked up yam cake, obediently to his mouth.