Cute Wife:The President Husband Is So Domineering

Aunt Liu laughed, picked up the spoon, and gave Joe a bowl of chicken soup: "this is our husband's temper, his wife left early, and the old man... So the character of Mr. Liu will inevitably make people feel unsmiling."

When it comes to Lu Zhanshen's parents, Joe puts the bowl of chicken soup on the table, and his eyes are full of curiosity: "by the way, auntie, it seems that he has a bad relationship with his parents, isn't it?"

She remembers that when she searched for information about Lu Zhanshen on the Internet at that time, she caught a glimpse of him. However, at that time, she was not interested in his family relationship.

Aunt Liu frowned, sighed and shook her head: "last time my husband went back to visit his father in the old house, it seems that it was last year. Now the lady in the old house is not our husband's biological mother. It's no secret."

Some words should not be said, Aunt Liu does not seem to mind telling the little girl in front of her: "my husband's biological mother died of postpartum infection, and the medical conditions at that time were not as developed as they are now, so they could not be rescued."

"Sir, the year after his mother died, the old man married a new lady, the one in the old house. Later, when my husband was ten years old, he moved out by himself, and I always took care of him. "

The past emerged one after another. Aunt Liu said with more sadness: "Miss Qiao, although I am only a servant, my husband has taken care of me as a family member these years. Although the villa is big, you can see that there are cleaners coming to clean it every morning. Even if I go shopping outside, my husband will arrange for the driver to pick me up. Don't you think I'm old and inconvenient? "

"I'm in my fifties this year, and I'm not as smart as I used to be. My husband planned to find someone to take care of me before. Tell me... How can I be happy?"

Joe listened in silence, unconsciously, a dull pain spread in the chest.

"I'm so sorry, my aunt talked too much today. I just hope Miss Qiao knows that Mr. Qiao has never been a cold and heartless person. You should understand his kindness to you Aunt Liu pursed her smile, but her eyes were still bitter.

Today's dinner, Joe did not eat much late, the feeling of discomfort in his heart has always been lingering.

……

The sky is getting dark, and the stars are densely inlaid in the silent night sky. This tranquility has spread to the bedroom of the villa.

After taking a bath late at night, Joe lay on the leather sofa by the window with her hands folded in her heart. The moonlight poured down on her white face, showing a soft and graceful luster.

Lu Zhanshen.

After all, what kind of man is this?

Hearing footsteps outside the door, Joe climbed to bed as fast as he could and covered himself with the quilt.

Lu Zhanshen walked into the room and saw the funny look. He bent his lips unconsciously, and the smile spread to his eyes.

All night, he was worrying about the follow-up of HengYao, but when he walked into the bedroom, all his annoyance seemed to disappear.

He took off his suit, loosened his collar, and said in a slow voice, "I'm going to sleep?"

"Well... It's late." Joe whispered in the quilt.

"I told you to wait for me. Who told you to go to bed first?" He approached, sat down by the bed, and approached her.

After a moment's silence, Joe poked a small head out of the quilt, but bumped into a solid wall.

Panic raised his eyes, she looked at that pair of dark eyes, suddenly thoughts.

I do not know why, looking at him, her heart, a little pain, her breathing, gradually heavy.

She suddenly wanted to know that such a seemingly impregnable man, as if he could not laugh or cry, as if he would not have any emotion except anger, but in his heart, how many things he suppressed?

He was born on the death day of his mother. He had never seen his own mother. He lived alone when he was very young, and only Aunt Liu was around him

However, some things, she should never ask, some scars, and never touch.

She knows better than anyone that no matter how long time goes by, the injured place will still hurt.

The quilt on my body is slowly sliding down

A chill makes Joe subconsciously want to stretch out her hand to pull up the quilt, but her hand is tightly held.

"Have you taken a bath?" Lu Zhan's eyes were deep, and the fragrance of the shower gel filled his nose.

Release her hand, he will take the soft body into his arms, gentle but not lose strength.

His palm fits SILK PAJAMA fabric, very smooth, very delicate touch.

Joe struggled a little bit, slightly opened the distance from the man, raised his head, and his black hair was scattered on his back.

"Mr. Lu, at the school gate in the afternoon..."

"Don't want to marry me because of him?" His palm, gradually deepen strength, his low voice, seems to have no choice.

Joe lowered his eyes and habitually nibbled his lower lip. Then he shook his head. The movement was very gentle, but it was very firm: "no, it's not because of him."

Her voice fell, her body had been gently flattened, and the man's slender fingers were picking up the buckle inside her

In fact, to some extent, he and she have the same pain, right?

But at least, when she was young, she enjoyed her mother's love, she felt the warmth of the family, she had laughter, she had happiness, she had beautiful and precious memories.

And what about him?

Nothing ever happened.

In the eyes of outsiders, he is the supreme president of HengYao group. He turns his hand over to cloud and covers his hand with rain. He can make Fang Yurou's cruel role kneel down and beg for mercy with a single order.

But beyond that

The weight on her lips soon brought her back to her mind. The man seemed dissatisfied with her wandering, and the fingers on her body suddenly closed up.

She trembled her eyelashes in pain, shrunk her neck in fear, and sobbed with resistance in her mouth.

Lu Zhanshen did not continue, but immediately stopped, his face cold: "still afraid?"

He thought that after last night, she should have gradually adapted and become familiar with it.

Is she afraid to do that with him? Or simply afraid of him?

With his clothes half open, Joe gazed innocently at the man's expressionless face.

He suddenly pinched her, and still pinched her in that place. Shouldn't she be afraid?

"Go to bed first. I'll take a shower." His tone was flat, and his eyes were full of helplessness. He closed her pajamas, and then buttoned them one by one.

After a while, the sound of water came from the bathroom.

When the man came back to bed after a shower, even if he didn't touch him, Joe could clearly feel a chill from him.

The moonlight poured down on the head of the bed, leaving a quiet and gentle scene.

Joe stares at the man's back in a dazed way. Without knowing it, he sticks it up gently

Quiet voice: "Mr. Lu, the day is cold, or less cold shower?"

Lu Zhanshen suddenly turned over and put his hands on the bed. In the dark, his eyes were full of aggressive color.

Her soft touch, the stirring words, at this moment, even the cold water, can not cool his hot body