Super sweet: The sister of the beautiful president conspired against me

"Sister Xuexue, I understand, I understand!"

"I took the initiative, I took the initiative."

"You are a gentle lady, how could you do such a thing, right~"

"Hmph (`~) Xiao Chenchen, I said this myself."

"I didn't force you."

The smell of steamed buns came from the kitchen.

Ning Feixue sniffed her upturned little nose.

There was a "grunt" sound from her belly in an instant. After the two-hour battle last night, Xiao Chenchen was particularly powerful. She felt that all the energy she had consumed could lose weight.

Besides, she got up late today, it's already ten o'clock, and her chest was sticking to her back when she was almost hungry.

Although in theory, her chest can't stick to the back at all, because it's too bulging.

"Little Chenchen, hurry up and take me to dinner."

Ning Feixue stretched out her white and tender arms, signaling Jiang Chen to hug her.

What can Jiang Chen do?

Hug, what else can I do.

"Let's go, it's time for pigs to eat."

"Hate!"

Ning Fei sat down at the dining table, ate a drawer of steamed buns, and two bowls of lean meat porridge.

"Hurr~~~"

Ning Feixue burped heavily.

She doesn't care at all now.

If it was already in front of Xiao Chenchen, hiccup would be embarrassing to death.

Now I'm not afraid at all, I'm an old couple, I've seen all my body, hiccups are nothing.

Jiang Chen couldn't help laughing.

He took out a tissue and wiped Ning Feixue's greasy mouth.

"Sister Xuexue, look at you."

"Not at all reserved."

"Hi'er—"

Ning Feixue burped again, "Xiao Chenchen, do you despise my sister!"

"There's no way to dislike it."

Jiang Chen said deliberately.

"Alright, Little Chenchen!"

"How dare you despise my sister!"

Ning Feixue directly resorted to her best headshot.

Pressing Jiang Chen's handsome face against his chest.

The two returned to the living room after arguing.

"Watch TV Watch TV."

Ning Feixue turned on the LCD TV and sat down in Jiang Chen's arms.

She held the remote control and pressed it for a long time.

As a result, there was not a good show.

"Little Dust ( ﹏ )"

"Sister Xuexue, here you are."

"It's working time now, there are no good shows."

Jiang Chen rubbed Ning Feixue's little head.

"Xiao Chenchen, when it comes to going to work, you should ask for a few more days off."

"uh-huh?"

"This way you can play for a few more days."

"As expected of you, Sister Xuexue."

"In my little mind, I think about playing every day."

"Hum."

Ning Feixue pouted her lips: "My sister has finished everything now, so what else can I do if I don't play?"

Jiang Chen gave Ning Feixue a white look.

"(￢_￢) Set a small goal first, such as several tens of billions."

"Xiao Chenchen, I sold the company for tens of billions."

"Uh"

Damn it, the female president is so arrogant!

【.】

【Host, you are also the president】

Oh, that's fine.

Ning Feixue changed platforms for a long time, but none of them looked good.

She simply turned off the TV, threw the remote control aside, and leaned against Jiang Chen's generous chest to fall asleep.

Jiang Chen also silently used his fiery big hands to help Ning Feixue massage her bulging belly after eating a drawer of buns.

The two leaned against each other, enjoying the quiet time of the years.

Ever since the time with Sister Xuexue, Jiang Chen felt more and more warm at this moment.

Before that, Jiang Chen would still massage Sister Xuexue's belly as usual.

But I always feel that there is something missing, and there is no such taste.

After the two-hour protracted battle last night, Jiang Chen finally felt a slight difference.

It is a fusion of body and body, mind and mind.

At this moment, Jiang Chen truly felt the feeling of raising his eyebrows together and loving each other.

Let's just talk about the old couple that people often say.

"Little Dust."

"What's the matter, sister Xuexue?"

Ning Feixue, who was dozing on Jiang Chen's body, suddenly called him.

"It's time for us to settle the ledger."

"what! ?"

Jiang Chen was stupid.

Sister Xuexue said what to say, just come, what kind of ledger is it?
Didn't those two hours last night count as enough?
He shrank his neck and looked at Ning Feixue.

"Sister Xuexue, what kind of ledger is this?"

"Hmph, Xiao Chenchen, you won't forget who you are, will you?"

"Uh"

"Who else can I be?"

Ning Feixue stretched out her tender white fingers and poked Jiang Chen's forehead.

"Hmph, you are up in the financial district with 11.2w fans, 'Ning Feixue is a pig'."