Hidden marriage wife, too provocative!

Repeatedly stroked, "if not, why don't you dare to look at me?"

He was very close. The breath belonging to him rushed to her from all directions. Lu Mian had no escape. His ears were hot. He pushed him away, "I'm tired. Don't bother me."

She walked straight to the bed in the lounge.

Ling Yushen has high requirements for bedding. Lu Mian happens to be the same. After lying down, she turned over comfortably. Yu Guang saw him still standing at the door.

I didn't mean to come in.

Realize that he misunderstood him. Maybe he just wanted to tease her?

"Have a good rest."

Leaving this sentence, Ling Yushen closed the door.

The quilt is full of his breath. Memories flow into his mind through the torrent of time. When falling in love, she is the little secretary beside him.

He taught her everything, big and small.

It's not too much to do your best.

At that time, just out of society, she was still spoiled by her family. She often shouted tired, and then occupied his lounge.

Looking around his lounge, the cool color, a look is the male lounge.

It wasn't like this before.

When she was his secretary, she disliked that the color of his lounge was too cold and not warm at all, and forced a lot of lovely things into it.

The most unacceptable thing for him was that she was replaced by lovely lace sheets and quilt covers. Although he disliked her, he didn't dare to do anything with her.

Pull up the quilt and cover yourself. Surrounded by his breath, sleepiness surges.

Knock, knock, knock.

Assistant Xu knocked at the door and came in.

He went to his desk and looked down at the man handling the documents.

"What's up?" Ling Yushen didn't lift his head, and his voice was cold.

"President, I'm calling over there to ask if you're free this evening?"

Ling Yushen signed a meal. His eyes were dim and collected the look at the bottom of his eyes. He opened his voice calmly, "no time."

"OK, I'll reply now."

"During this period of time, call again and you can refuse directly."

"Yes, president."

Assistant Xu left. Ling Yushen put down his pen. His eyes were as dark as ink. It was faintly visible that the mottled anger floated like light cracks. His body leaned back. He dozed up his eyes and pressed the brow bone with one hand. His handsome face was slightly cold.

……

Since Lu Mian was called to Ling's house last time, Ling Yushen never came back.

Mrs. Ling heard that Ling Yushen and Lu Mian went back to lujiazhuang garden several times, but she didn't go back to Ling's house.

She has resentment and anger in her heart.

It happened to be Friday. She called Ling Yushen early and asked tentatively, "do you have a party tonight?"

"No."

"Then go home. You haven't been home for a while. I'll cook the soup myself and make it up for you. "

Ling Yushen hesitated for a moment, "Mom, don't bother."

"You mean you don't want to come back?" Mrs. Ling's voice was already angry. "Are you going to have no contact with your parents when you get married?"

"That's not what I mean."

"Then come back. I haven't seen you for so long. Your father and I miss you too."

Finally, Ling Yushen compromised, "OK, I'll go back in the evening."

"Bring Lu Mian back."

"Yes."

During this period of time, the husband and wife get along well. Ling Yushen can guess why Mrs. Ling called them home at this time.

Not wanting to make Lu Mian unhappy, he decided to go back by himself.