His Sunny Wife

She went downstairs with a beige bag and went out. Nangong Yaoling's car was outside the villa. Instead of driving himself, he sat in the back.

When the driver saw her, he got out of the car, opened the door respectfully and put his hand carefully over her head.

Today, Xia xiaonuan wore a beige long evening gift. Her hair was slightly pulled up and she painted light makeup. Because her skin is good, but she only painted light makeup, which can show her purity and sweetness. With a purple high-heeled shoe with a little thicker heel, and Chanel's Purple Rose handbag, wearing a not exaggerating but extremely delicate necklace on the chest, the whole person looks elegant and dreamy.

From a distance, the whole person looks like a princess lost in a castle.

Nangong Yaoling was sitting in the car, looking at Xia xiaonuan in front of him.

Once upon a time, Xia xiaonuan didn't know how to match a variety of famous brands except that he could only put them on himself. So a priceless dress, she was wearing up also does not show how brilliant.

But at the moment, Xia xiaonuan matches clothes and accessories just right. A dress that is not exaggerated can still express his own characteristics.

Nangong Yaoling didn't understand that he was alone. How could he change so much overnight?

When Xia xiaonuan comes to the fashionable and fashionable car, he finds Nangong Yaoling in the car, staring at her with a trace of complexity.

She gave him a rude look, then pulled up her skirt and sat gracefully in the car. Forced to go to a party is not a happy thing.

She was tired to death today, and now she feels a little top heavy.

But at this moment, if she knew who she would meet at the party today, she would not be so reluctant.

"Just don't like to go to parties?"

Nangong Ling stretched out her hand, one hand across her slender waist, lowered her eyes and asked. Her voice was a little tender that he didn't even notice.

Xia xiaonuan was ungrateful. He took his hand away from his waist and hit him mercilessly: "the point is not the banquet, but with whom?"

Nangong Yaoling said with a smile, "are you still angry about what happened at noon? Didn't I say that I'll give you medicine at night? " He said, a hairy hand on her leg again.

Xia xiaonuan just wanted to find a kitchen knife and cut off his hairy hand every minute!

"Pa" knocked off his hand and glared at him angrily: "Nangong Yaoling!" Even dare to mention the matter at noon, she thought of herself in the glass greenhouse, in a sea of flowers in the extent of being ravaged, would like to put the man in front of her into the sewer.

Nangong Yaoling didn't stick to it. He took back his hand and put it on the back of the chair behind her. Xia xiaonuan obviously felt a warm temperature in her neck. She leaned back a little and must have touched his arm.

She was very helpless: "can you find someone else for the party? Why do you have to look for me? "

"Because you are my wife?"

Nangong Yaoling picks her eyebrows, and Jun's face takes it for granted:

"if you take one other woman with you to attend such an important occasion, others will think that Nangong Yaoling is so playful."

"Bah, do you think you are serious?" There are many pictures of him and other women together on the Internet. Now it's funny to say that I really don't know what his face is made of.