Sweet Wife Overturns the Heavens: Ninth Master, I can't stop pampering

However, Rong Junchu didn't have any thoughts in his heart at this time, he just felt that his authority was completely challenged to the bottom line by her.

Absolutely no dignity at all.

He couldn't tolerate her making trouble anymore.He just wanted their family of four to live in peace and stability.

With a big wave of his palm, the man grasped her thin shoulders smoothly, his delicate and well-knotted five fingers penetrated into her thin shoulders with just the right strength, and suddenly approached her, staring at her quietly.

"Qingzhu, it's better. I'll take you to try the wife-swapping game." When he said this, the look in his black eyes was very frightening.

It was as if the king, who had been asleep for thousands of years, was awakened. Then, another breath, light and light, rushed straight into her ears, her lips, and her nose.

Song Qingzhu, who was originally irritable, appeared incomparably well-behaved at this moment. Her cold expression melted bit by bit into the man's astonishing intimidation.

Song Qingzhu never disbelieved what Rong Junchu said.He can think of it, and he can do it.

She knows this better than anyone.

Obviously a very delicate face, step by step, was completely in her palm, and she held it tightly, but at this moment, Song Qingzhu admitted that he had surrendered.

"I...No", the word "no" slowly disappeared from his scary eyes.

In the end, only the stirring sound of the surrounding air among the leaves and flowers and plants remains.

Seeing that his goal had been achieved, the man bent over and hugged the woman's soft and plump body horizontally, and walked towards the bedroom with his strong thighs.

No one can challenge his authority over and over again like she does, and even let him coax her in a low voice over and over again.

She still didn't pay attention to his words, and she was really frightened when he was so frightened.

In the bedroom, Song Qingzhu was still wearing daytime clothes, a simple white top and a pair of black trousers similar to trousers, which are the standard equipment for modern professional women.

And here, she didn't know if she had her own change of clothes.

After the man returned to the bedroom, he took a pack of cigarettes and walked outside the balcony.

What she is most afraid of now is that Rong Junchu will bring up the matter of changing his wife.Because in the circle of the rich, such a word is very fashionable, and most of them are changed, and things have changed.

She loves him!
Song Qingzhu began to self-reflect, and found that what she had done recently was indeed a little too much, but suddenly let the high-ranking her go to coax him again, obviously, she can't do it now.

There was a knock on the door outside the bedroom.

Song Qingzhu was thinking about something, and suddenly forgot that he was not wearing shoes on his feet, and tiptoed to the door, even opening the door lightly.

Appearing in front of the door is the uniform of the hotel attendant. The young and beautiful woman wears heavy makeup and lightly brushed her lips and eyebrows, but she looks extremely moving.

However, Song Qingzhu's face, which can be called a boutique, has not smiled for a man for many years, and she has really forgotten it.

What the waiter handed over was a brand new set of pajamas. The pajamas also looked very conservative, but the fabric was very comfortable, and the materials were of good quality.

Song Qingzhu suddenly realized that by his side, she would always be able to open her clothes and mouth, and she could even say willfully, I don't want to live such a life, I want to live a more free life.

Back in the bedroom, Song Qingzhu took the pajamas and walked around the bedroom left and right, only to find that there was only her change of clothes, but Rong Junchu's did not, so she wryly smiled.

Driving from Rong's house to the airport, and then from the airport to this strange city, the man didn't bring any luggage, just to come here in a hurry, probably he was just afraid that she would be snatched away by Sheng Qing.

The bedroom was quiet, except for the clock on the wall, which was still ticking.It was two o'clock in the morning.

However, in the direction of the balcony, the man Xin's long and tall figure was still leaning against the stone wall, and he had no intention of going back to his room.

Song Qingzhu sighed softly, then picked up the clothes amidst that sigh, and walked into the dressing room, the glass door of the dressing room clicked.

Then, the man on the balcony raised his head and glanced in the direction of the bedroom. He gently squeezed the cigarette butt between his fingers between the cigarette cases, and his movements were extremely graceful and skillful.

After a long time, the man returned to the bedroom with light steps. He half-lyed on the head of the bed, stretched out his bony hand, and turned off the lamp by the bed. Little lights.

The little lamp is orange and looks extra warm!
It's been a long time since I've had a meeting with the group company here, and it seems that tomorrow I'll take some time to pass, but thinking of Song Qingzhu, his brows twisted unconsciously, and he seemed to have a slight sense of melancholy.

Since he was so restless, he had no choice but to keep her by his side for a moment.It seemed that this woman was really spoiled by him, and she had to think of a way to make her bow her head.

But I don't know how long this bow will last.

Rong Junchu lowered his head halfway, and the broken hair on his forehead was slowly drooping because of his movements. He stretched out his slender fingers and pinched the strand of hair between his fingers, thinking to himself, it seems that he needs to get a haircut hair out.

Half an hour later, Song Qingzhu wore a red pajamas and came out wet. When she came out, she held a towel in one hand and tilted her head. After washing her big clear eyes , looks extraordinarily clear and beautiful.

The man stood up, walked up to her, stood straight in front of her, and said in a low and charming voice: "Don't you go back to the bathroom to blow dry your hair?"

Song Qingzhu raised his eyes a little, and his peripheral vision quietly glanced at the man's exquisite and perfect face, then he dragged his shoes slowly and walked in with helpless steps.

The sound of the hair dryer in the bathroom kept ringing. The woman in front of the mirror wanted to look at the man outside through the mirror, but found that he was no longer there.

After she dried her hair, she stepped out gently and found the man standing on the balcony again.He still maintains the previous posture.

When Song Qingzhu woke up again, he found that the seat next to him was empty, and his eyes lowered slightly to look in the direction of the balcony.

There was no such figure on the balcony, she stretched her arms and legs, stood up and walked straight out.The morning wind made her very comfortable, and she took a deep breath.