Mr.Han's Pregnant Naughty Wife

Han Qichen's narrow eyes narrowed slightly. His eyes looked like a cold machine scanning her.

Her expression of resistance is too obvious. She looks like an unqualified actor and makes people play every second.

Han Qichen felt irritable, and a wave of anger slowly gathered and rose from his heart to his chest, like a volcano ready to erupt, roaring and trying to gush out.

"Come here!" His eyes became more gloomy and looked like a dangerous creature in the dark night. The lack of command words made people dare not refuse.

Xue he's feet were nailed in place like nails.

He's terrible! Xue he didn't dare to come forward, but he didn't dare to resist, because previous precedents told Xue he that the result of resistance is often more painful.

Just go ahead first, and then act according to circumstances if anything happens!

She walked slowly, with very small steps. She looked like a woman who couldn't take a step in a skirt in the last century.

Han Qichen flashed a trace of impatience in his eyes and whispered, "hurry up! Don't waste your time! "

Xue he took a deep breath and walked over like a pet.

Isn't she one of his pets? He can't resist. He's always under his control and can't escape!

Han Qichen looked at the submissive man standing in front of him. He was weak and upset. Will he eat her? Why put on such an expression?

After taking a towel from her hand, Han Qichen ordered coldly, "sit down!"

Xue he looked at him with a blindfolded face. His eyes were as clear as an ignorant deer.

She sat down silently. Before she could react, she felt that he was holding a towel to wipe her hair!

This cognition almost made Xue he jump out of bed!

He's scrubbing her hair? Why? Is she dreaming? Or an illusion? Or did the sun come out in the West today?

These are not enough to describe Xue he's shock. She sat stiff and felt his big hand holding a soft towel wiping her hair a little.

It feels... Wonderful.

Xue he couldn't help recalling that before she was married, she was still a young girl in spring. Every time she saw Han Qichen, she often imagined life with him.

She always fantasized that he would kiss her forehead every morning, cook for her, gently hold her in her arms, and blow her hair after she took a bath.

However, these fantasies with pink bubbles were all broken after marriage. They broke into a ground of glass debris, leaving her with a ground of blood.

But today, Han Qichen really helped her brush her hair! This is incredible!

Xue he was always in a state of shock. When Han Qichen wiped her hair and looked at her, she didn't react

Can you be distracted by wiping your hair? What the hell is she thinking!

Han Qichen frowned deeply, and a cold light reflected in his cold star like eyes.

"What are you thinking?"

He sounded with a magnetic slightly cold voice, which suddenly pulled back her mind.

"No, nothing!" Xue he's face was slightly red and he lowered his head and didn't dare to look at him.

She naturally did not dare to look at him for fear that he would detect her thoughts.

However, Han Qichen suddenly threw the towel heavily. For a moment, she didn't look up and felt a force coming on her face. Before she could reflect on the reason, she heard his cold voice without a trace of emotion:

"Blow dry your hair and sleep!"