Hot sweet wife: Mr. President, don't be arrogant

But after Lu Jiaqi said this, thinking of Huo Dashao's figure, Jiang Muyu seemed to have such a picture in his mind.

Hey, the figure is really good to say.

Jiang Muyu covered her cheeks and rolled twice on the bed, "Oh my god, it's so embarrassing!"

Just thinking about it, she felt waves of heat rushing to her head, and thinking about it, Huo Dashao should be taking a shower at this time, that picture... so tempting.

"What's so embarrassing?"

A deep voice suddenly came from the door of the room, and Jiang Muyu froze instantly.

She turned her head slowly, and looked at the door. The man was holding the doorknob with one hand and looking at her. His short black hair was wet, and it looked like he had just wiped it off after taking a shower. That's all.

Even though Young Master Huo was wearing home clothes at this time, Jiang Muyu's mind instantly reflected a charming picture with such a sense of temperament just after taking a bath.

"You...why don't you knock on the door..."

"The door isn't closed."

The corners of Huo Beicheng's mouth raised slightly, his eyes suddenly moved down, and then he leaned against the door, folded his arms and said with a smile that was not a smile: "Pink is quite suitable."

Jiang Muyu stared at him blankly, pink?

She didn't wear a pink skirt, she seemed to be wearing a white dress yesterday, what's the matter with the pink?
An ominous premonition welled up in my heart.

Jiang Muyu bowed her head: "..."

Because of her tumbling posture on the bed, the dress had already shrunk up into a ball, and it was all hung around her waist.

Then the little powder inside looks so pure and soft under the white light.

Huo Beicheng smiled and said, "It's really suitable."

"Ah! Rogue, take a peek."

When Jiang Muyu came back to her senses, she let out an exclamation, and quickly pulled down the hem of the skirt with her hands and feet, and her face was now flushed with redness including her neck and ears.

Huo Dashao raised his eyebrows and walked into the room, "Rogue?"

The corner of Jiang Muyu's mouth curled up, and she looked at him with fluttering eyes, "You are a hooligan, peeking at the girl Nene."

"I see my wife is upright." The man smiled, looked at her shy face, leaned over and tapped on the red lips, "who knows that there are benefits for the one who came to ask you to eat!"

"Hey, the babies are all at home, don't be like this."

"Don't do it? En?" Huo Beicheng said against her forehead.

"Don't...don't be a hooligan!"

Jiang Muyu's little heart was beating non-stop, her breathing seemed to become a little faster, and her two hands subconsciously tightly grasped the hem of her skirt.

The two were so close that she could almost smell the man's fresh shower.

"It's time to eat, idiot!"

After a long silence, Huo Dashao's low laughter broke the silence.

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After the meal, Jiang Muyu thought over and over again, but couldn't help but follow Young Master Huo to the study.

"Young Master Huo, that Lin Xiyu is going to hold a press conference, and your parents are coming back at this time, will they..."

Will you let a son get married?
Or, just put her in an... awkward position?For example, what kind of third party lover, in fact, Lin Xiyu is the young wife of the Huo family or something like that.

Huo Beicheng: "You don't need to worry about this matter, and don't go to the press conference."

Jiang Muyu: "..." Do you really not need to worry about anything?

Why is she so restless in her heart?
Thinking of Lin Xiyu being on the cusp of this storm and suddenly planning to hold a press conference with great fanfare, she felt terrified all over.