Spoiled Wife: Husband, You're Enough

Quickly said, "Mr. Naran, why haven't you gone in to take a bath? It's easy for you to get sick if you wear wet clothes like this."

Nalan Che said faintly, "I feel very uncomfortable when someone is in my room."

When Xiaomi heard the speech, the expression on her face suddenly stiffened. Then she said with a farfetched smile, "it's all right. I've helped you make your bed. I'll go out first. If you need anything, you can tell me." then she left angrily.

After she went out, nalanche locked the door and went into the bathroom. Now in this situation, he didn't want to cause Tong Xiaoman's displeasure at all.

Xiaomi stood outside and listened to him lock the door inside. Her face suddenly became a little ugly. Is there any mistake? She was so kind to him. He just put her like this. Is it necessary? She is a girl and not a sex wolf. It's really annoying. She wasted her time looking at him as an idol.

Xiaomi stomped away angrily.

So close to each other, their conversation passed into Tong Xiaoman's ears without missing a word. When he said this, she really felt that Xiaomi had a problem.

She has always hated her tossing nalanche, often talking for him, and often talking back to her for him. Is it Xiaomi?

Her face suddenly sank. It seemed that she had to move away as soon as possible and keep a girl who was threatened at any time. She was not at ease.

She can't trust her husband, but can't trust a woman's persistence.

Looking at the thunder outside, she immediately dialed ye moxiao's phone. Who knows that the person who answered the phone is a woman, and she is still a woman who wants to kill her. She was stunned and considered whether to hang up.

"Hey, why don't you talk? Are you looking for yemoshaw? He's in the bathroom. What can I tell you?" Leng Yan frowned.

Tong Xiaoman just hung up the phone after a moment of silence. It seems that ye moxiao and Lengyan have cleared their old grudges, but they don't know if she still hates her.

It's all right. You'd better solve your own business. Ye moxiao has helped her a lot. Even the greatest kindness is enough.

She'd better leave him alone.

On the other side, Lengyan squinted at the phone that was hung up without saying a word. She searched the phone records and quietly remembered the phone.

"Yan, who's calling?" Yemo Xiao came out of the bathroom with a scarf around his waist. He still had no time to wipe the water drops on his body. He slipped down on his solid but not exaggerated body, damn sexy.

She said with a light sneer on her face, "the wrong number." she put on her coat and said coldly, "I'm leaving."

"Where are you going? It's still raining outside." yemoshaw stepped forward with an arrow and took her shoulder in his palm.

Leng Yan looked at him and hissed, "go back wherever you come from. Ye moxiao, let go."

"You have to put up the thorns on your body to be vigilant against me?" in the room, the messy beds and ambiguous breath showed that they had a violent excitement, emotion, entanglement and cotton just now. The woman's blood must be cold. She had just tactfully tossed around under him. It was only a moment, and she recovered her cold, cruel look.

"Who calls you, is my enemy." Leng Yan looked at him, and there was no temperature in his cold eyes.

"Damn it, do you still want to kill me?" yemer Shaw stared at her incredulously.