My innocent girlfriend asks for forgiveness? My wife is a sickly tycoon

Qin Jiang opened his eyes.

What he saw was the messy bedding and his shirt and pants thrown on the ground.

It seemed that he was eaten up by the yandere lady again last night.

Just at this moment, Yan Liang walked out of the bathroom, the electric curtains opened automatically, and the golden morning light filled the whole room, as if a layer of halo was plated on the woman.

Yan Liang was wearing a red nightgown today, with fluffy and soft dark red long curly hair casually scattered, and her naked white and thin back was inadvertently exposed when she walked.

The lines of the beauty's back were bumpy, like a snow-white mountain range, and the soft scenery was looming at the thin waist tie.

She was barefoot, and the back of her foot was white and soft.

Stepping on the high-grade plush carpet, it was like jade and snow.

He couldn't help but think of the touch of Yan Liang's foot on him last night.

The picture was too restricted, and Qin Jiang didn't dare to watch it anymore.

He got up quickly.

There were still classes this morning.

But as soon as he sat up, that gorgeous color had already swept in front of him.

Yan Liang sat on Qin Jiang's thigh without restraint, stretched out her hand to circle his neck, and her slender fingertips even hooked his chin like boredom.

The woman's casual but sharp eyes wandered over his face, neck, collarbone...

A little bit down.

"Ahem, Yan Yan, if you don't pack up and go to the group, you will be late."

Qin Jiang has always known that Yan Liang is essentially an extremely rational and time-conscious superior.

As the top CEO of Yan Group, she has always set an example and rarely delays official business because of personal matters.

Of course, with his experience.

The person who can make her waste time on official business is usually herself.

She wants to catch herself.

Catch him and imprison him, lock him up and torture him.

"No hurry."

"Ah Jiang is going to school today?"

Yan Liang sat in his arms, just like Her Majesty the Queen caressing her "private pet" unscrupulously.

"Well, there are classes today."

"Yan Yan, don't worry, I will never run away."

"You can send someone to monitor me completely, or implant a positioning chip in me. As long as it can make you feel at ease and safe, I am willing to do anything."

Qin Jiang said seriously.

In short, he still has to develop his own career, and can't always hide under Yan Liang's wings to enjoy her gifts.

He is a man, his wife is too outstanding, and he can't really be a gigolo with no achievements.

"Well, I said I believed you."

"Of course I won't regret it."

"But... before I leave, I need to stamp it."

Yan Liang's beautiful eyes moved, her dazzling facial features came closer, her white and slender neck intertwined with him, and her waist-length dark red curly hair swayed with her movements.

There was a tingling sensation on her neck.

It was indeed strange and numb.

The woman's peach-colored lips were stained red by his blood, and her fangs were also stained with blood. Yan Liang put away her claws and rubbed his face obediently, like a satisfied calico cat.

"Well, don't cover it."

"You, have a master."

Yan Liang got up from him with satisfaction and changed into a professional suit.

Black silk, long legs, hip skirt.

White shirt, red lips, red-bottomed high heels.

Yan Liang looked sharp and domineering in a professional suit, but also full of a kind of temptation that made people unable to look away.

Qin Jiang couldn't help but sigh that his wife was the best in every way, the best among women.

Except that she was a little thin, too clingy, and a possessive yandere, there was nothing wrong with her.

He stretched himself and got up to wash and change clothes.

Today, he specially picked a set of casual clothes that were not so low-key.

After all, he was still a college student. He was tall and in good shape, and he was simply a walking clothes rack.

Underground garage.

This time, Qin Jiang picked a Bugatti Veyron supercar and went to another villa to pick up Song Jie. The two rushed to school.

This time, he was no longer low-key.

The cool top supercar rushed into the school with a cool roar in the early morning, and immediately attracted thousands of attention again.

"Oh my god, the rich woman who supports Qin Jiang is so awesome, she buys him a supercar every day?"

"Am I the only one who thinks Qin Jiang is too arrogant? A male mistress really takes herself seriously. She is so high-profile that she will sooner or later be fucked by her husband who is a good match for her!"

"Hey, look, Bai Chuchu also came in a luxury car... Oh my, why is it a BMW?"

"Don't talk nonsense, our school beauties have always been noble, and she must have had no choice but to come to school in a luxury car...

...After all, compared to Qin Jiang's car, the BMW 3 Series she was riding in looked like a broken tricycle~"

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