Spoiled Wife: Husband, You're Enough

"I know you're very sad. I don't blame you. Ah Che is married now. You should plan for yourself. Do you have a crush on the young master of any family? I'll ask you." Qiu Jinghe took her hand and said in a heavy and deep voice.

"Aunt, thank you for your concern. I don't want to do emotional things yet. I just want to make some achievements in the company and don't let you down." Muzi said faintly.

"Well, if you are busy with your work, you won't have time to think about it. Well, I won't disturb your rest. Remember to drink soup." qiujinghe said a few words and left.

After Muzi sent her away, she held a tight breath, which dissipated. Fortunately, she didn't see through it, otherwise the relationship would be difficult to maintain.

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In the bathroom, smoke filled the air. Nalan Che lay in the bathtub enough for three people, closed his eyes and took a bath, thinking about things in his mind.

Behind him, suddenly came the sound of footsteps as light as a cat. The familiar fragrance floated in the air. His lips were slightly hooked. He didn't open his eyes and continued to close his eyes as if nothing had happened.

The little woman wrapped in a bath towel came to his back, squatted down gently, picked up the bath ball and rubbed it on his back.

The wound on his back has healed, leaving only a faint scar. As long as he insists on using the medicine to remove the scar, over time, the scar will go very thoroughly.

Nalan Chul let out a comfortable sigh. It was the first time she came into the bathroom and rubbed his back. This feeling was really not ordinary.

Listening to his low sigh, Tong Xiaoman put on a playful smile on his lips, slid the bath ball over his shoulder and rubbed it in front of his strong chest.

Nalanchi took a low breath. Damn it, what does she want to do?

He soon knew what she wanted to do, because the bath ball slid down more and more. When she wiped his lower abdomen and continued to go down, he could no longer calm down. He quickly grabbed her wrist, quickly caught her angry voice, and looked more low and hoarse: "little savage, what do you want to do?"

Tong Xiaoman pulled off his bath towel, put his hands around his neck, bowed down and blew in his ears, and said seductively, "come to repay the debt. Have you forgotten that I owe your mandarin ducks to play in the water?"

Nalan Che's body was immediately tense. The evil fire son immediately quenched his eyes. He grabbed her wrist and still felt that he was dreaming. He couldn't believe it. He looked back at her: "are you sure?" the voice was more hoarse and showed an intoxicating sexy, "it's not just playing in the water."

That look in the eyes, that look, clearly can't wait to swallow her, but it's still depressing. It's really a hairy man.

Tong Xiaoman smiled, and the white * * * * immediately stepped into the bathtub. He was a little shy, but he still had the courage to sit on his legs and lean down to him.

The red cheeks, the blurred beautiful eyes and the tense and undulating snow chest all show attractive charm.

Like a tempting cake, he is shouting to him: eat me, eat me, eat me.

He clenched the fist he wanted to reach out to her and asked stiffly, "aren't you afraid of me?"

"What are you afraid of?" Tong Xiaoman raised his eyebrows, and his body was closer to him. His body temperature was much higher than water, and his body was as tight as a stone.

She couldn't help laughing. He was even more nervous than she was.