Warm marriage: Mr.Nan spoils wife addictively

After coming out of the hospital, Nan Shengyuan noticed something wrong with Jian Yao. Although it was not silent along the way, he didn't talk much.

When she felt that the person she was holding was not leaving, Jian Yao looked back in amazement and looked at Nan Shengyuan's eyes as bright as stars.

"Mom." Nan Shengyuan spoke slowly, with a milky voice.

"Hmm?" Jian Yao squatted down and tried to keep his sight level with her.

She didn't understand what happened to Nan Shengyuan, but she still patiently wanted to hear her answer.

"Mom, I don't feel pain, and I don't think the scar is ugly." Nan Shengyuan said seriously. For a moment, Jian Yao felt that the girl in front of her seemed to be much stronger than she thought. It seems to be aware of Jian Yao's amazement, Nan Shengyuan said again, "Mom, I see many big sisters have good-looking pictures. I heard my aunt say it's called tattoo. I'll draw a pattern in the future!"

Children's world itself is strange. Jian Yao has never been a conservative parent. If Nan Shengyuan likes it, she will go with her.

"Good." Jian Yao's eyes twinkled, and the sun pulled their figure very long, very long.

Nan Shengyuan is smart. Nancheng Pei knows this well, but they have been hiding it from Jian Yao. It's not intentional, but Nancheng wants Jian Yao to worry less, and Nan Shengyuan doesn't want Jian Yao to interfere with her more.

"Come on, mom, go home." Nan Shengyuan smiled sweetly, and a pear vortex appeared on her lips.

After returning home, Jian Yao rarely relaxed in the bathtub. The warm water vapor dissipated her physical fatigue and quietly relieved her mental fatigue.

She seldom drinks, but her drinking capacity is not bad. Looking at the fact that she has drunk half a bottle of red wine on the wooden baffle, she still feels a little unhappy.

"No, it's OK to drink a little more." Jian Yao said to herself. After that, she added some wine to the cup. Aunt Li helped her take her daughter, and Nan Shengyuan herself was obedient. She didn't have anything to do at work.

Today's mood was a little depressed, and there was a feeling that it would be sunny after the rain. I also wanted to take this opportunity to relax.

However, Jian Yao forgot that she was taking a hot bath. It was easy to sleep after drinking.

Therefore, after returning to his room, Nancheng Pei rarely saw Jian Yao sleeping naked in the bathtub. I have to say that when I saw this scene, Nancheng thought of the four words "white jade curd fat".

Jian Yao's body is naturally familiar to him, but there is a different kind of beauty against the dense water vapor.

Suddenly, an evil idea came to his mind. But just for a moment, when Nancheng's eyes fell on Jian Yao's red wine glass after drinking more than half, a faint anger appeared on her face.

On weekdays, Jian Yao wouldn't go out of line like this. She even listened to her words. She just left, so she celebrated. It's not to make her happy, but it's a little too dangerous.

Fortunately, she came back in time. If she was late, Jian Yao would sleep to death and fall into the bathtub.

What Nancheng Pei didn't know was that Jian Yao's heart and dream were all the shadow of Nancheng Pei. Just because she doesn't say it doesn't mean she doesn't miss those times.

Since Jian Yao recovered her memory, she always felt that she owed a little to Nancheng. That kind of debt was due to the of Nanming city. Although nothing happened between her and Nanming City, it made her tremble just after getting along for a period of time.

In the dream, the sound and smile of Nancheng Pei were performed again and again in Jian Yao's heart. Even if she did something Nancheng Pei had never done in reality, she could add it wantonly.

Nancheng Pei just remembered to take the little drunkard away, but a beautiful smile appeared on her face, half happy and half angry. Her face was stained with red clouds, which made people feel confused.

"Yao Yao?" Nancheng Pei walked up to Jian Yao and gently touched her face, but there was no response.

Nancheng tried to call her name again, and Jian Yao had a little reaction.

"Husband..." the voice was crisp to the bone. Nancheng Pei didn't know that Jian Yao was so charming when she was drunk. A dry heat rushed into my heart, but Nancheng Pei still had principles and didn't think about what to do while Jian Yao was drinking.

Nancheng Pei picked Jian Yao up from the bathtub. Jian Yao in her sleep didn't know what she was going through. If she knew, she would regret dying.

Then, Nancheng wrapped a bath towel around her and dried every water stain on her body. And every minute the position of his hand moved, his heart became more and more painful.

After all this, a few beads of sweat came out of Nancheng's forehead.

"It's raining?" Jian Yao murmured in her sleep, and the sound was more and more bone eating and enchanting.

Nancheng Pei got up, walked to the balcony outside, took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it. Before, he didn't smoke. It was during Jian Yao's visit to the United States that he became addicted to smoking.

When she came back, she stopped acting in front of her, but she also knew that it was difficult to quit smoking.

Standing on the balcony, Nancheng Pei, although she didn't want to take the initiative to think about Jian Yao, she was behind her, naked, but her voice and smile clearly appeared in her mind, thinking about how gentle her just smile should be, how sweet her smile should be, and how beautiful her tone should be. Nancheng is almost crazy.

In fact, how he didn't want to love Jian Yao ruthlessly, but it seemed that it was wrong to do so. I had never had the idea of sharing with Jian Yaosheng before. He was overbearing, and she suffered. But now, Nancheng Pei always puts Jian Yao's mood first for fear that the little girl will be wronged.

He understood that after Shen Liyang left, Jian Yao had slowly developed some resentments in her heart. She should not have intended it, but the feeling of having nothing to rely on made Jian Yao slowly distance herself.

He crushed the cigarette butts on the ground and Nancheng entered the house. Jian Yao's breathing sound was steady and grinding. He took off his clothes, went into the quilt, and stretched out his hand to pull her delicate and warm body into his arms.

When she woke up the next day, Jian Yao's eyes were Nancheng Pei's, but the dark circles under her eyes were really scary. She exclaimed, and then found that she had no shelter. The last memory was red wine, so she smiled bitterly, "husband, won't I offend you?"

Unexpectedly, her brain circuit was like this. In a moment, the ambiguous atmosphere disappeared.