No.1 cute wife: Chief pampers

"You don't know? Zhou Qichuan told me that Leng Zhanbei specially compiled the military theory he had studied for many years into a book and gave it to you. That was his years of hard work. Don't you know? "

Suman was stunned.

When she received the express, she didn't think about where the express came from.

But after thinking about it, I put it down.

But unexpectedly, it was written by Leng Zhanbei!

How long does it take him to write such a thick book when he is so busy?!

Most importantly, he wrote this book and helped him win Leng Jiaqi!

Recalling the pistol and the military theory manuscript, for a moment, Suman's mood was a little subtle, and a corner in his heart was gradually wet.

"What's the matter with you? What are you doing? " Tang Xiaojiu pushed her.

Suman looked at her, suddenly got up, took a bottle of wine and said, "it's my treat tonight. You can have fun. I have to go in advance."

He left without hesitation and drove home.

After going back, I found that the lights in the villa had been off. It was obviously empty.

Her heart was lost.

He rushed back to find someone, but he wasn't there at all.

She took a bottle of wine and went back to her bedroom unhappily.

When she opened the door, she saw Leng Zhanbei sitting on the bed.

Suman thought he was dazzled, rubbed his eyes hard, and then looked, lengzhanbei was still there.

Her mood soared again, but she complained, "why don't you turn on the light."

She thought he was not at home and lost everything.

Suman looked awkwardly away, then handed the wine forward: "here, thank you. Thank you for helping me. "

Leng Zhanbei didn't take the wine, but just sat on the bed and looked at her deeply.

Suman glanced at him, somewhat uncomfortable.

Since she knew that she would not divorce lengzhanbei, her view of lengzhanbei has changed.

It is no longer as far away as before, but involuntarily close to the bottom of my heart.

Now the light in the room is dim, and the moonlight shines brightly through the window.

Leng Zhanbei's huge tiger body was hidden in the half light and half dark. He stared at her without saying a word and stared at her without turning his eyes.

Suman was a little embarrassed, and his arm carrying the wine was a little sour.

She was just about to take back her hand. Nanzhileng Zhanbei suddenly stretched out his hand, clasped her wrist, looked down at the wine in her hand, and looked up at her again.

A low and elegant voice suddenly sounded: "I've helped you so much. It's appropriate to give only one bottle of wine as a gift?"

"Well, what do you say?" Suman had a hunch in his heart. His heart beat faster for a moment and stammered.

Leng Zhanbei clasped the palm of her wrist with more and more strength. The hot temperature burned directly to the bottom of her heart along the skin of her wrist.

Suman nervously pursed his lips, and his breathing slowed down a bit.

Suddenly, Leng Zhanbei's palm made a force, and Suman was subconsciously brought down on him, with a pair of hot lips sticking up behind him.

Suman's heart beat was disordered and her breathing was difficult. The whole person was dizzy. Lengzhanbei let her do whatever she wanted.

After a long time, Leng Zhanbei loosened her lips and looked down at the woman trapped in his arms.

She faded her teeth and claws in the past, her wet eyes were like frightened little animals, poor and lovely, but the slightly swollen red lips bitten by him were full of tempting breath.

With a red face and a little panting, he was very clever and hooked.