Luxury Marriage: Mr.Fu's Cold Wife

Although she and he can be regarded as an old husband and wife, sometimes facing his body, she is still a little shy. It's not that she pretends to be pure, but that his body is perfect for ten years. A slight glance makes her heart beat crazy, so she deliberately avoids it every time.

"I'm hungry. I want to get dressed and eat." She covered her naked body with a quilt, with a bit of coyness and anger in her words, and glanced at the clothes thrown to the end of the bed by him.

He also understood what she meant, went straight over, picked up the nightdress, went to her bedside, took her out of the quilt, put the nightdress on her body, and acted skillfully and gently. She leaned in his arms like a dozing cat and let him play with her.

A moment later, he helped her put on all her clothes. There was no omission except some wrinkles on her chest. His technology was really becoming more and more skilled.

"I have no strength on my legs. What if I can't go downstairs?" She encircled his neck and leaned against his chest.

"Then I'll hold you down?" Although he listened in an interrogative tone, there was always some positive meaning. Before she agreed, he picked her up horizontally and was about to hold her downstairs.

The servants downstairs, including burnburn and wanwan, are there. How could she be so kind to let him hold her down in such an intimate posture? It's not a joke. Her face is always thin. She seldom does anything intimate with him in front of the children, especially when burnburn is old, she's even more embarrassed.

"Wait, put me down quickly. I want to eat in the room. Please bring it up for me." She struggled and immediately panicked. She stuck to him and shook his arm. She pushed an inch.

"My wife is becoming more and more rampant. She doesn't even go to the living room to eat." He put her on the bed and completely lifted her long hair scattered on her chest. Her white and beautiful face looked more and more beautiful without any modification.

"Go, I'm so hungry." She pushed him aside and blinked at him. He still stood up by her, looked back at her and went straight out.

She set up the pillow behind her, leaned against the head of the bed, took out her mobile phone and leisurely brushed her microblog. She suddenly felt that it was good to be served. Although the servants at home usually listened to her orders, it seemed that it was different from the meaning of Fu uniform Zun's hands-on.

After a while, there was a sound of footsteps at the door. He opened the door. Bursts of fragrance came in through the crack of the door, and her stomach cried out.

She touched her flat belly, put down her mobile phone, looked straight at the food in his hands, and kept swallowing saliva, like a hungry greedy cat.

He put the food on the bedside table. Just as he was about to hand over the dishes and chopsticks to her, she directly put her mouth out and didn't mean to receive the dishes and chopsticks at all.

He looked at her, but he still didn't expose her. He picked up a piece of meat and stuffed it into her mouth. She was not polite and had a lot of fun.

"That green vegetables, and fish... She looked at the dishes on the plate, opened her mouth, and waited for him to clip the dishes into her mouth according to her instructions. Although his face was always gloomy, the movement of his hands did not decrease at all. She would clip her whatever she wanted to eat.

After a while, she was finally full, picked up the water on one side, drank a few mouthfuls, took out a paper towel and wiped the residual oil stains on her mouth. Her stomach was very comfortable.

"You're full. I'm still hungry." He muttered a sentence on his mouth, with a little grievance on his face, thin lips slightly pursed and sword eyebrows slightly frowned. He looked a little cute, less fierce and alienated in ordinary days.

"Then go down and eat." She took his arm, leaned against his shoulder and smiled in his ear.

He didn't start. He just picked up the dishes and chopsticks and finished all the leftovers. She was surprised when she looked at his actions. He has always been clean and never eats leftovers, but now he doesn't dislike it at all and eats with relish. Some dishes are a little cold, and he doesn't mind.

Soon he finished the rest of the meal. He took out the dishes and chopsticks. Looking at his back, she couldn't help bursting with warm currents and a sweet smile on her face.

In fact, she can't get out of bed. It's not so exaggerated. She lifted her quilt, went straight out of bed, went to the bathroom and simply washed.

After arranging the two children, Fu uniform Zun returned to his room and wanted to go on a business trip, but he didn't pack up much. Usually, she came here. She was tired today, and he didn't want to make her too tired, so he turned out several sets of clothes in the wardrobe and took out his suitcase.

She came out of the bathroom and felt sorry to see him folding his clothes. She went straight over and took the shirt from his hand.

"You go and have a rest. I'll come." She smiled, her voice was soft, her long hair hung quietly on one side, looking very gentle.

He bowed his head, left a shallow kiss on her side face, pinched her waist, smiled a little, and walked out after being tired of her for a while.

She knew his daily life and knew that he was on a business trip, so she basically dressed him in formal clothes and chose dark ties, which made him look more mature and stable and just set off his temperament.

She folded the clothes and put them in the box. She took out a small bag and put his toiletries on it. When everything was ready, the box was completely full. She closed the lid and zipped it up.

Fu even Zun stayed in his study for a while, sorted out a briefcase, and resumed his previous vigorous style. He never procrastinated.

"I've packed everything for you. Be careful when you leave tomorrow. I'll wait for you to come back." She helped him tidy up his robe. Although it was night and he was going to sleep soon, she smoothed the wrinkles on his robe.

"Well, don't worry." He nodded slightly, hugged her and lay on the bed. All his strength had been exhausted. He did not touch her again, but he took her into a dream gradually. His warm breath interwoven, and he weaved into a sweet dream in the quiet night.

Early the next morning, he got out of bed on time, went straight to the bathroom, washed briefly and put on a capable suit.