Sweet wife is too sweet: Mr.Huo, you are so fierce

Mo Xiaoman looked at the man in the bathrobe and took a deep breath. When he walked over, he untied his robe belt and didn't dare to look at his face: "don't leave any traces on my neck. It's bad for people to see. I have to send ah Zhao to class tomorrow. Can't it be too late? "

Huo Cang watched her shed her clothes and his throat rolled. When he heard what she said, he felt something wrong.

It's usually too late for her to hide from him. How can she bring it to the door now?

Mo Xiaoman also has a falling sling. The soft cloth gives her a panoramic view of her figure. The initial length of the sling has just reached the root of her thighs, revealing a pair of snow-white straight thighs. When walking, it seems to have a fragrance.

Huo Cang put the documents on the small table aside. Seeing that she clenched her fist nervously, she still walked towards herself, sat boldly on her legs, and even took the initiative to untie his nightgown.

Her fingers trembled slightly and poked into his clothes to tease him.

Huo Cang didn't say a word and had no passion at all.

There was even a trace of anger in her eyes. What is this woman doing?

Acting like a task, obviously so reluctant to force yourself to please him?

Huo Cang grabbed her hand, even if he was unhappy, but he couldn't be indifferent to her more and more wanton behavior.

The shoulder strap slipped from her smooth shoulder and was full of temptation. Huo Cang glanced at her eyes, raised her drooping chin, looked into her eyes and asked, "what are you doing?"

Mo Xiaoman's ears turned red and pretended to be calm: "didn't you want it when you came by the river bank? Ah Zhao was there just now, so I......"

Under Huo Cang's gaze, she couldn't say the words "to please you". She bit her lip and wanted to express it directly with action, so she took the initiative to send her lips. Huo Cang leaned back slightly and stepped aside.

Mo Xiaoman flashed a trace of embarrassment on his face: "are you angry?"

Is she angry because she took care of Yu Zhao and refused him?

Huo Cang rubbed her soft lips with his fingers, looked at her face reddening with satisfaction, and said faintly, "as long as I want, anytime and anywhere?"

Mo Xiaoman was silent and said, "it's best to be at home."

"Don't you want to?"

"It should have been. I'm too pretentious."

"Yes?" Huo Cang put his index finger into her mouth and swept the row of neat and small teeth. "Are you angry with me because of what happened in the office that day?"

"No..." Mo Xiaoman's tongue touched his fingers when he spoke. She clearly felt that he was stiff, and she also froze and didn't move.

Huo Cang took out his hand, kissed her on the lips, took back her slipped shoulder strap and said, "if not, go to bed."

Mo Xiaoman jumped down from him and was about to leave, but he heard him say, "it's also angry not to sleep with me?"

Mo Xiaoman subconsciously said, "it was the day you showed that you didn't want to sleep with me that I moved away!"

Huo Cang nodded: "now I want to sleep with you again."

Mo Xiaoman: "..." it's shameless to say that you are so capricious.

She quickly climbed into bed and was picked up into her arms by Huo Cang. It seemed that she went back to the day before that day, stuck to her back from behind and warmed her like a fire.

But she couldn't enjoy it as peacefully as before, because she didn't know when Huo Cang would become as indifferent as in the past few days.

She slept at the edge of the bed as much as possible, but the man couldn't refuse to hold her in his arms. She put her head on his arm and listened to the breath coming from her ears. Gradually, sleepiness came and fell asleep.

The next morning, Mo Xiaoman was awakened by a knock on the door. It was less than six o'clock and it was not all bright outside.

She vaguely heard Yu Zhao calling her outside. She was about to get up. She stretched out a hand and stuffed her back into the quilt. Huo Cang said, "I'll have a look."

Yu Zhao had a nightmare. When he woke up, he didn't see Mo Xiaoman. He was in a strange place. After all, he was still a child. The first time he was afraid, he was looking for someone he trusted.

When the door opened, he raised his small face and said excitedly, "sister Xiaoman..."

At first glance, it was Huo Cang. He stepped back and hugged the pillow tightly.

Huo Cang closed the door and hugged the little thing that didn't reach his waist. He said unkindly, "say."

Yu Zhao mumbled a few times and said in a wronged voice, "I, I have a nightmare."

"It's just a nightmare."

"I dreamed that my father was dead again!" The child's intuition was the sharpest. He felt Huo Cang's disapproval. He pursed his small mouth and refused to show weakness in front of Huo Cang. He turned and ran back to the opposite room and covered himself with a quilt.

A low sob came.

Huo Cang stood at the door for a while. The things in the quilt trembled more and more. When the whining cry overflowed, he stepped in.

When he came to the bed, he opened the quilt, looked at the curled up child and said faintly, "what's a man crying for?"

"It's none of your business!" Yu Zhao roared in a thick nasal voice.

Huo Cang picked him up from the bed and put his hand on his little face, "coward."

Yu Zhao cried even more!

Huo Cang wrapped him in a quilt again, revealing only a small head and warned, "if you cry again, you'll be thrown out."

Yu Zhao knew the current affairs as well as his sister. He immediately shut his mouth and only dared to sob in a low voice. He didn't dare to move.

Huo Cang picked up the book that Mo Xiaoman had read before going to bed and sat down on the sofa, ignoring Zhao at all.

Yu Zhao cried for a while and felt bored. He sobbed at the husband of sister Xiaoman, who was different from his fantasy, and whispered, "don't you go?"

"Yes."

"Can you tell a story?"

Huo Cang turned the book and said, "No."

"It's useless."

Huo Cang: "

Yu Zhao said, "let me tell you."

Then, regardless of whether Huo Cang agreed or not, he told the story of the little prince read to him by Mo Xiaoman before going to bed. The childish voice spread in the room with a trace of children's innocence.

Huo Cang didn't seem to be listening, but the pages in his hand didn't turn again for a long time.

Mo Xiaoman at the door quietly returns to the bedroom.

After Yu Zhao spoke for a few minutes, he fell asleep again. Huo Cang sat for a while before he got up, turned off the lights and went out.

……

At the school gate, Mo Xiaoman gave Yu Zhao his schoolbag and told him, "don't run around after school. Wait for me to pick you up."

"OK, sister Xiaoman." Yu Zhao secretly glanced behind her. He didn't know what he was looking for. A classmate came to say hello to him. He waved to Mo Xiaoman and ran quickly into the school gate.

Mo Xiaoman didn't leave until he watched him leave.

After sitting in the car, she remembered the company's gossip and wanted to talk to Huo Cang. The words came to her mouth and let her swallow them back.

Forget it, he's busy enough all day. Don't bother him with such boring things.