Cute Wife:The President Husband Is So Domineering

In the summer after graduating from University, Ling Nian married Lu Chenxi.

Married, she thought of love.

But she never knew what love was like.

……

In the evening, the back garden of the villa.

"Madam, it's cold. Why do you sit on the swing and blow your hair?"

Hearing the voice, Ling Nian slowly turned around, with a faint smile from the corner of his mouth: "Aunt Zhang, what time is it now?"

"It's almost six o'clock."

Aunt Zhang took a step closer, put her knitted coat over Ling Nian's shoulder, and sighed in a low voice: "just now, my husband called and said that there was an emergency meeting in the evening. She won't come back for dinner."

Ling Nian slowly astringed his eyelids for a moment, and gave a light "um". The sound seemed to melt in the cold wind for a moment.

She got up and went back to the house.

"Take a seat first, madam, and I'll serve you a meal."

"Aunt Zhang, make me a bowl of noodles. Today is my birthday." Ling Nian's voice was so light that he could hardly hear any emotion.

Aunt Zhang's eyes were stunned, and her face turned white: "I'm sorry, madam. How could I forget? Look at my memory!"

It's not that she forgot.

But these three years, during the three years she worked in the villa, she didn't remember her wife's birthday.

She didn't know it was her wife's birthday.

My husband is always very busy, very busy working overtime, busy socializing, busy on business trip... She can see my husband's face when she has dinner in the morning.

From the point of view of others, I can understand that the top rich like Mr. Wang can't stop to have a rest.

After a while, Aunt Zhang brought up the noodles.

Ling Nian stares at the bowl of long-lived noodles sprinkled with scallions and looks at it for a long time.

She bowed her head and ate up the bowl of noodles.

After eating noodles, Ling Nian came to the studio on the second floor, more than 30 square meters, very spacious, full of all kinds of oil paintings.

This is the place where she stays most in a day. Sometimes from dawn to dark, she can stay in it all day.

She picked up the oil brush and drew a detailed picture of the sea.

She sat still, looking at the picture, feeling the emptiness to her heart again.

I want to draw something more, but I can't draw anything with my pen. My mind is blank.

It was completely dark. Suddenly, a pair of powerful arms circled her from behind.

"Not finished yet?" There was a magnetic voice in her ear, and a strong smell of alcohol.

Ling Nian slightly don't cross face, face some hair hot: "you come back."

Lu Chenxi directly takes off the brush in her hand, hugs her more tightly, and lies in her neck socket to breathe.

Ling Nian eyebrows light Cu, she is really don't like this taste: "you drink a lot of wine?"

She knew that he had too many social activities. After marriage, he only went home for dinner on time a few times.

It is undeniable that her husband is indeed a super capable businessman. In recent years, his value has more than doubled.

Lu Chen Xi pulled tie: "go to put water on me, I want to take a bath."

Looking at her, his eyes grew deeper and deeper.

Ling Nian's face was in a mess. He turned around and left the studio.

He always comes home late and never goes home for dinner, but no matter how late he is, some things are never done.

After Ling Nian left, Lu Chenxi stared at the painting and frowned faintly.

She hasn't painted him for a long time.

The bathroom is shrouded in smoke. Ling niangang turns around and is held tightly in her strong arms.

"You didn't wash it, either. Let's do it together." Instead of asking for her permission, he pressed her directly on the tile, kissing her and removing her clothes.

His wife is really beautiful. It's not the beauty of a square object.

His fingertips linger everywhere.

Ling Nian struggled for a moment, his face against his shoulder, voice is very light: "wait... Room."

She doesn't like being here.

And he always does what he wants. Sometimes in the studio, he comes whenever he wants.

Fortunately, Aunt Zhang is the only servant in such a big villa.

Lu Chenxi gently smile, and in her lips kiss, hoarse whisper: "do once again to bed."

Later, he lost control and was a little rude. He really hurt her more than once.

She is still so delicate, like a little girl, a touch on the hot.

When he carried her to the bed, she looked at him unhappily. He knew his little princess was angry.

But he was also angry.

He turned over and continued to press her shoulder and kiss her neck: "Ling Nian, it seems that you haven't painted me for a long time?"

Ling Nian Leng for a moment, said faintly: "always draw the same person, what good painting."

Lu Chenxi is obviously dissatisfied with this answer.

So he was very bad, and he kept tossing her until two o'clock in the morning.

Since sleeping with her five years ago, including the three years of marriage, he has always had only her as a woman, and he knows her everywhere.

There are some ways to "clean up" her, ask her to be soft, and even take the initiative to beg for mercy from him.

After that, he would sleep with her in his arms. He never allowed her to turn her back to himself.

Sometimes he felt that he had a strong desire for her, for this beautiful body, including her heart.

He was also confused, whether this feeling is like, but anyway, he never said those two words to her.

In the future, it should not.

The relationship between them is very flat, only late at night, will be completely burned.

He really likes to do it with her. He will be addicted to it. After five years, he is not bored, but more intense.

In the dark, Ling Nian suddenly said: "Lu Chenxi, are we like this all our lives?"

At the age of 20, she lived with him. At the age of 22, she became his wife.

Now, she is 25 years old.

All of a sudden, she realized that the best years had passed.

This kind of marriage, very insipid, insipid to oppressive, even occasionally suffocating.

Lu Chenxi was slightly stiff.

A moment later, he said in a low voice: "Ling Nian, don't you want to spend your whole life with me?"

"You won't fall in love with me all your life, will you, Lu Chenxi?"

Without even the most basic communication, how can we talk about love?

She still remembers the day when she stood in the auditorium with his arm in her arm. It was the happiest moment in her life.

She thought that after living together every day for a long time, he would eventually fall in love with her.

But on the contrary, three years of marriage, is gradually wear down her heart.

She often felt that he only used her as a tool to solve her desire.

That kind of thing, she gradually afraid, from the heart to resist.

Lu Chenxi turns on the bedside light, turns over and looks at her, pinches her chin with her fingers and stares at her for a while.

Lifting the quilt, he put on his nightgown.

His slender figure stood by the window, lit a cigarette, squinted and took a few mouthfuls.

Look, it's irritating.

There was a chill in his face.

He looked at her with deep eyes: "don't you dream of marrying me? I think you fully feel the obligation of a husband every night. "

"So ling Nian, what are you dissatisfied with?"

Step by step, he went back to the bed, bent down, deliberately choked a mouthful of smoke on her face: "if you have time to daydream, why don't you give me a baby?"