Hidden marriage wife, too provocative!

But he also looked very serious and was talking to her.

Lu Mian couldn't help laughing.

He's so serious... He's a little cute. What's the matter?

What should I do? I want to kiss

Ling Yushen's delicate eyebrows frowned and relaxed, pinched her chin and shook her little face left and right, "what's the smile? Remember what I said?"

"Ah, remember."

The answer was very perfunctory.

"Say you won't get married a second time." Ling Yushen had to hear a reassuring answer from her mouth.

Lu Mian's eyes were full of smiles. He deliberately teased him, but refused to say.

The more she didn't say it, the more worried Ling Yushen was. Jun's face was tight and clenched his teeth. "Lu Mian, do you want to say it?"

"Hey, why do you even call people with names and surnames?" Lu Mian's sleep was lost by him.

Staring at the watery apricot eyes, he poked his chest with his index finger discontentedly, "just got married, don't you cherish it?"

"How to cherish, huh?" Ling Yushen hooked her lips and smiled. Thin lips kissed her lips, "sweetheart? Baby? Or honey? "

"Eh!"

Lu Mian trembled and got goose bumps all over. "Meat is dead!"

"Don't change the subject, say it first."

Ling Yushen still refused to let go of this topic easily and had to ask her to say it.

Lu Mian smiled and lay down in his arms. He found a comfortable position and slowly closed his eyes. "I'm going to sleep. Wake me up when I get home, Mr. Ling."

"Mian Mian..." Ling Yushen wanted to stop talking. She really closed her eyes and couldn't bear to quarrel with her again.

That's all.

If she wants to dump him, it depends on her ability.

It's not easy for him to get dumped.

Plus, they have children.

The warm palm gently covered her lower abdomen. Ling Yushen's thin lips kissed her hair, forehead and finally the tip of her nose, "sleep."

The Bentley motorcade drove directly to their wedding house, Xinghe manor.

From now on, that is their small home.

After an hour's drive, Lu Mian really fell asleep.

Remembering what she had said before she went to bed, Ling Yushen patted her face and gently shouted, "sleep, home."

"Wake up, we're home."

He was awakened in his sleep. Lu Mian was very angry. He didn't open his eyes. He raised his hand and waved it casually in the air. His head went deep into his arms.

Pop.

Junlian was hit.

The driver froze at the crisp sound.

Secretly took a look in the rearview mirror. I thought the president would be angry. Unexpectedly, he was not angry.

Instead, he took the president's wife's hand in a good temper and looked around. It seemed that he was afraid of her hand pain.

"Get off and hold your umbrella."

Ling Yushen's sharp eyes looked over and the driver immediately understood, "yes, president."

It was cold at night. The driver and bodyguard were holding umbrellas to block the wind. Ling Yushen got off with Lu Mian.

The umbrella blocked most of the cold wind, Lu Mian was not affected, and slept safely in his arms like a cat.

Step inside, go through the hall, go up the revolving stairs and reach the master bedroom on the second floor.

The bedroom was still decorated in festive red. He opened the red quilt and carefully laid Lu Mian down.

As soon as he left Ling Yushen's arms, Lu Mian was stabbed into his eyes by the light, whining from time to time, frowning and clutching.

Ling Yushen gave her his hand and was held tightly by her for only a second. He smiled, leaned over and pressed her ear, gently comforted, "I won't go, you can sleep at ease."