Cute Wife:The President Husband Is So Domineering

Lu Zhan lowered his head, gently kisses her eyes full of tears, holding her arms full of strength but gentle, and cherishes them like treasure.

Seeing that she was still tugging at her clothes, he held her cold hand tightly, and his deep voice was filled with strong heartache: "be good, don't move any more, you will catch cold like this."

"Don't... I don't want... The clothes are dirty, I don't want to wear... Wuwu..." Joe's cry became more and more uncontrollable, and his chest was wet with tears.

The clothes on her body are dirty, full of beer smell and disgusting smell. She doesn't want to wear them. She just wants to take them off immediately and throw them away!

"Zheng Xiang! Drive your car Lu Zhan glanced in front of him and gave a cold warning.

Zheng Xiangxin trembled, cleared his throat, and immediately withdrew his sight: "yes, Mr. Lu!"

Ah, Ma, I've lived a long time. I can meet everything! Is the man sitting in the back row still the president he has served for so many years?

A man who can't even smile, whose face is harder than a stone, is speaking to a woman in such a soft voice.

Be good? Ah, Ma, it's thunderous. He's got goose bumps all over his body!

Joe kept struggling in the man's arms, her sweater had been seriously deformed by her, revealing the exquisite clavicle.

Lu Zhanshen had no choice but to untie her buttons one by one and take off her sweater completely.

Fortunately, his suit coat is enough to cover her petite body, not to let her walk.

"Well, it's OK. I've taken off my clothes. Don't cry any more, eh?" As he comforted her, he kept kissing her forehead and the top of her hair, but the little guy in his arms was still shaking badly and couldn't stop crying.

Her tears, like a sharp axe, are deeply embedded in his heart.

His eyes suddenly become extremely sharp, dare to move his Lu Zhanshen woman, he will have to pay a very painful price!

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Back to sandalwood garden.

Lu Zhanshen carries Qiao into the room late at night. Then he goes to the bathroom to put some warm water and takes out her pajamas from the wardrobe.

Back at the bedside, he leaned down and pulled away the messy hair on her face. His lips gently rubbed against her cheek. His voice was always hoarse: "take a bath first, eh?"

Joe shook his head and curled up. His eyes were closed with fear all the time. His red and swollen eyes were already crying.

She stretched out her hand, groped, circled the man's waist, hugged him like a straw, and refused to let go.

"Wuwu... I'm afraid... Why did they do this to me... Why..."

What happened in the club really scared her. It was more terrible than a nightmare!

After her father died, Fang Yurou threatened to give her to an old man in his fifties. Unexpectedly, she did

Lu Zhanshen frowned tightly and gently rubbed her black hair. At this moment, she was only wearing a thin cotton sleeve, and her hair was wet. If it goes on like this, it's time to get sick.

She tightly, hard, rely on his arms, until she felt the temperature of his chest burning, the cry only slightly weakened.

"Be obedient. Let's take a bath first." His voice was softer, trying to calm her.

At the moment, he regarded her as a little baby without any resistance. In a word, in an action, he was full of deep pity and care.

In the foggy bathroom, Joe sat shivering in the bathtub with his knees in his arms, while his little face was buried between his knees and refused to lift it up. His wet hair almost covered his back, showing a faint beauty.

She is like a broken wing of the angel, suddenly landed on earth, suddenly experienced a fierce storm.

After a simple bath for her, Lu Zhanshen found a big bath towel to wrap her small body and carry her back to the bedroom.

He turned and wanted to go downstairs and pour her a glass of warm water.

But she was holding a bath towel, slightly propped up, tightly holding his suit pants, pulled.

"Can we not go?" She frowned, her red and swollen eyes opened a gap, and she uttered a sad voice. Her weak voice was really distressing.

"I'm not going. I'm here." Lu Zhanshen can only take back her steps, press her whole son in his arms, wrap her layer by layer with the heat of her body, and keep caressing her back, hoping that this move can bring her some sense of security.

This little guy is really scared.

When the driver told him on the phone that she was in another strange car, he was angry. He even thought that she might be with the boy named Zhou.

But when he came into the private room of the club and saw her, no matter how angry she was, it was time to get rid of her.

He blamed himself more. At that time, he should have let the driver stop her instead of just following her.

Joe hugged the man more tightly, let the tears continue to flow down, choked: "I feel very dirty..."

That disgusting old man, clinging to her wrist, that evil wretched face, as if still close at hand.

Why, why must Fang Yurou force her to death? Why is that woman so heartless?

He held her face, one by one to kiss her tears: "not dirty, not dirty at all, nothing happened, don't cry, OK?"

He didn't know how to comfort the woman in his arms. He didn't know what to do to stop her continuous tears.

After 29 years of living, he finally realized that he was helpless

After that, he slowly opened the bath towel covering her

Such an idea, just for a moment, but he still by his own heart, so do.

"Mr. Lu, I'm afraid of pain..." Joe knew what the man was going to do. Although he was afraid, he didn't resist.

He gently opened her arm, and his gentle kisses came one after another, and fell on her frown. He calmed down and coaxed: "good evening..."

For the first time, he addressed her so intimately.

Late

Late

His late

One after another.

When he called out these two words, his heart was trembling, a strong tremor!

His abyss like eyes seemed to have a penetrating power, his breath seemed to penetrate into every pore of her, so that her body gradually relaxed.

His warm and mellow breath enveloped her, layer by layer, and gradually spread to her heart... She remembered his taste, which she would never forget!