Luxury Marriage: Mr.Fu's Cold Wife

"Then stop watching TV dramas and watch me." He forcibly dragged her to his side, raised his hand and gently scraped the bridge of her nose. He held her in one hand and the magazine in the other hand without delay.

She was really helpless by his childishness for no reason. What's the meaning of looking at him? It seems that she is not a person or a face. There is no exception except for being handsome.

"Just let me watch the play. I have my nose, eyes and mouth. There's no need to watch you." She leaned on his shoulder, sprinkled Jiao and slightly tooted her lips, which made him laugh.

"Mu Yansheng, where did you learn to be smart? It's getting more and more rampant recently." He pinched her gently on her waist and teased her a little. He paid great attention to her strength. Instead of pinching her, he was particularly comfortable and gentle.

"Of course I learned from you. Those who are close to Zhu are red and those who are close to ink are black. Who makes my husband so rampant?" She was like a lazy and supple cat, lying on his thigh, with dark and supple long hair scattered. Several strands of her hair penetrated through the gap of his shirt and gently scratched the skin and flesh on his chest and abdomen, like an ant gnawing, crisp and itchy, reluctant to give up.

His slender white fingers were inserted into her long hair. His index finger picked up a wisp of green silk and played with it. He leaned down slightly, raised her face and kissed her lips.

In the past, his kisses were always domineering and dominant all the time, forcing her to have no choice but to give in and cater. Now he seems to have changed a person. When kissing her, he is always warm and soft, as if he is afraid of hurting her. He is lingering and meticulous, which makes her sink deeper and deeper.

His thin lips slipped over her chin, gradually fell down her neck, and his hands swam around her waist. She knew what he wanted. Since she was pregnant, he never made out with her at night. She knew what he wanted. She could feel his reaction when she slept in his arms at night, but she didn't expose it all the time.

"Be careful to hurt the child." She put her arms around his neck and whispered a reminder in his ear. She knew that he always had a sense of propriety and knew what to do and what not to do. They all said that men were animals thinking with their lower body. When that energy came up, it could not be stopped, but she knew that he was definitely not. He was always calm and rational, even in bed with her, Also know the depth, know advance and retreat.

"I know. I'll just rub outside and don't go in." He pressed her under her body and supported half of her body with his elbow to avoid pressing her lower abdomen. The servants in the living room had been sent out by him before, so there were only two of them in the whole living room.

He really meant what he said. He really just circled outside for a while and didn't rush in. He knew that her body couldn't stand it now, so he wouldn't let her suffer. He would rather bear it and vent himself in this way.

She tidied up her clothes. He had rubbed a lot of wrinkles on her chest just now. She was trying to reach out and smooth it. He suddenly grabbed in front of her, pulled her to lie on her legs, and then stretched out his hand to carefully hold the inch by inch folds. The action was gentle and gentle, with a faint smile on his mouth.

"You are blatantly taking advantage of me." She happily enjoyed his service, half narrowed her eyes, put one hand on his chest, felt his rhythmic heartbeat, and her warm fingertips slid in along the scattered buttons in front of his chest.

"You're taking advantage of me now." He didn't stop her hand, but the strength of his hand was greater, so that she couldn't help but utter a dull hum at her mouth. She buried her face in his waist and couldn't help laughing.

At this time, the mobile phone he put aside suddenly rang, and his rhythm was suddenly interrupted. It was inevitable that he was a little unhappy. I don't know who had so little eyesight. He sent him a message at this time, which swept his good interest.

He put his arm around her with one hand, stretched out the other hand, picked up his mobile phone, saw a strange email in the mailbox, he didn't care much, so he clicked it.

"Brother Fu, Hello, I'm Yifan.

I heard that Miss Mu is pregnant again. Congratulations. I'm relieved to see that your feelings are so good. I'm doing well in France. You don't have to worry and guess. I'm going to settle here. I'll probably never come back in my life. I hope you can really help each other and grow old together. "

This international e-mail from France contains only a few lines, but it contains too many messages. How could it be so coincidental? They went to the hospital for prenatal examination today and talked to Antang about Lin Yifan. This e-mail came. Lin Yifan seems to know everything about them and feel their lives clearly. Since she is in France, how can she understand so clearly, This is really strange.

She looked at him and looked at him in doubt. Holding his wrist, she read the email thoroughly. Her heart couldn't help clicking. The email pointed to Lin Yifan both in remarks and location, but it was too coincidental.

"Yifan, has she really gone to France?" She couldn't help asking this question, which was also a question from the bottom of her heart at that moment. In fact, he also had this question in his heart, so he couldn't answer it.

"I'll send someone to check it right away." He threw his cell phone aside and didn't give her an answer. Instead, he told her what to do next.

Since Lin Yifan is so clear about his affairs, there must be two possibilities. One is that she is still in the country, and has been lurking around them, knowing all the things that happen to them. The second is that she went to France, but the domestic eye liner has arranged for her to help her to keep track of their lives at any time. He hates the feeling that his life is monitored, and he doesn't want Lin Yifan to be so obsessed all the time.

He explained to Linda, and soon the investigation results came out. The email was indeed from France, and judging by the specific location, it was the place where Lin Yifan lived when he met her in France. Moreover, Linda also sent someone to confirm that Lin Yifan did work in a hospital in France and had been there for a long time, so the first possibility was not established.

There is only the second kind left. He knows that Lin Yifan has few relatives in China, knows few people, and doesn't know who colludes with her around him.