The petite little wife: don't misunderstand the proud president

Lan Xinhui smiled, she didn't expect Wang Zichen to come back first with the excuse of being busy with work in order to be alone with her.

"Why are you busy?" Wang Zichen glanced into the kitchen: "Where's Auntie Housekeeping?"

"She called to say that there was something urgent in her hometown, and she had already gone back at noon." Lan Xinhui explained: "I simply made some home-cooked food."

"It's so tiring for you to do it yourself," Wang Zichen said distressedly: "The housekeeping aunt can ask the hotel to deliver the food if she is not free."

"It's okay." Seeing that he was going into the kitchen, Lan Xinhui held him back. She didn't want him to help in the kitchen.If the mother-in-law came back and saw her son busy in the kitchen, she might have some opinions: "I can do it by myself, you don't need to go in, go rest on the sofa!"

He still wanted to go into the kitchen: "I'll help you."

Lan Xinhui pushed him out of the kitchen: "No need, you go out!"

She didn't need him to help, but he did his best to her: "What to do, I don't want to let go, I'm worried that once I let go, the snail girl will disappear.

He leaned into her ear and asked in a low voice: "What should I do? Should I lock you in the room? Or take all your clothes away..."

Whether it was locking her in his room or taking all her clothes away, when such a picture appeared in his mind, it became the prelude to a hot, hot, passionate scene.

There was no intimacy for a day yesterday, as if it had been three autumns.At this moment, Wang Zichen was offended by what he said, so he let himself bow his head and kissed him.

Listening to what he said about locking the room and taking away her clothes, Lan Xinhui didn't think much about it at first, it was originally a plot from a folk tale she heard since she was a child: the Tianluo girl was locked by the hero A Niu in the story and the Cowherd took the clothes when the Weaver Girl went down to take a bath.

However, when Wang Zichen's hot kiss came down, she suddenly became enlightened: the lonely man and widow were locked in the room, the naked beauty faced the young man... those scenes suddenly had a more profound meaning. significance.

Embarrassed, Lan Xinhui was hugged by Wang Zichen, and he whispered in her ear: "First lock the room, and then take away the clothes..." Lan Xinhui was almost ashamed by what he said, she wanted to push him away , but he hugged her even tighter, strode out of the kitchen, didn't bother to go upstairs, hugged her and walked towards the guest room on the first floor.

"Hey," Lan Xinhui pushed him, "Are you serious?"

"That's not a big deal?" Wang Zichen lowered his head and kissed her collarbone hard: "Of course I came here with real guns and bullets. Do you think there is something to borrow for filming?"

Lan Xinhui heard the implication of "real guns and live ammunition", she blushed, and refused to go with him, struggling: "No... that, I have to cook first, they will come over soon... ..."

"They're not that fast." Seeing that she refused to go with him, he picked her up and went to the room without trouble, hugging her on the sofa in the living room.

In fact, he just wanted to tease her. Seeing her virtuous, sweet and refreshing appearance busy in the kitchen, he couldn't help but think of the legend of "Snail Girl", so he wanted to tease her.

However, who would have thought that when he really kissed her, her sweet breath and soft lips made him want to stop, but the more he kissed, the more he wanted to continue kissing.

Anyway, it was his wife, and he didn't deliberately restrain himself, so he let himself keep kissing...

And Lan Xinhui had no resistance to his kiss at all. She originally wanted to resist, but she couldn't resist him at all, so she didn't resist much, and let herself indulge in it...

They all forgot that they had guests today; what's more, they didn't know that Wang Ziji easily cracked the password of their door, opened the door without ringing the doorbell, and walked in with his parents...