Mr.Han's Pregnant Naughty Wife

Xue he flashed a touch of bitterness at the bottom of his eyes. She sounded good. She was Han Qichen's wife and the young grandmother of the Han family. It's not nice to say. She's just a toy made by Han Qichen on a whim. When he needs himself, she will come along, and when he doesn't need himself, she will turn a blind eye to her.

Slowly touched his lips, as if everything just now was a dream.

He dragged his heavy body out of bed, turned through the wardrobe, found a dress and put it on.

Han Qichen left the room and went straight to the bathroom. He tore off his tie impatiently. There was a evil fire burning in his body.

Perfect abdominal muscles are immediately exposed to the air, and people can't help seeing more healthy bronze skin.

Han Qichen opened the shower, and the cold bath water was watering out the fire in his body bit by bit.

Damn it, he almost lost control again just now. Han Qichen asked himself, he is a person with excellent self-control, but in front of Xue he, his proud self-control will always be defeated.

When he returned to the room after taking a bath, there was only Xue he's gentle breathing sound in the room.

He didn't turn on the light, worried that he would wake her up, and crept close.

When did Han Qichen care about a person so carefully? Perhaps it would only be her that could let him care about him like this.

Through the moonlight outside the window, he gazed carefully at the little woman's side face. As long as he could look at it so quietly, it seemed to be a satisfaction to him.

The next day.

In his sleep, Xue he groped for the position beside him, empty.

Slowly opened her eyes. The room was empty. She always woke up suddenly in the middle of the night. But she didn't seem to have such a situation last night. She slept until dawn.

Satisfied with a stretch, lazily downstairs.

Downstairs, Xue he found that Han Qichen was slowly tasting breakfast. Without thinking about it, she immediately turned around and wanted to go back to her room.

Han Qichen's low voice sounded, "even if you don't want to eat, the children in your stomach also need to eat breakfast. They are all mothers. They should think more of their children."

Aunt Cui wanted to explain something, but Han Qichen's gloomy face made her immediately give up the idea.

Both of them are duplicity. The gentleman clearly got up early in the morning and asked himself to prepare all kinds of breakfast. He was worried that his wife would be hungry when she woke up.

But now it's all for the children in the stomach.

"Madam, you'd better sit down quickly. These breakfasts were specially prepared by my husband early in the morning." Aunt Cui hurriedly added.

Xue he slowly approached the table with difficult steps. What can he do to prepare early in the morning? It's not for the children in his stomach.

After two bites, Xue he had no appetite, but when she looked into Han Qichen's fierce eyes, she ate some silently.

Seeing that Xue he solved the food on the table, Han Qichen went to work with satisfaction.

Seeing Han Qichen in a hurry, Xue he suddenly breathed a sigh of relief and looked up at the wall clock. She found that it was more than nine o'clock now.

"It's strange that he usually goes to work at 8:30. Why did he leave so late today?" Xue he whispered.