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

Because of her movements, his breathing was suffocated and his body froze.He grabbed her troublesome little hand: "Damn it, don't touch it yet!"

Only then did she realize that she had misunderstood, and she blushed and argued, "You just asked me to help you."

He took her little hand away and took a deep breath: "Okay, I didn't make it clear. I'm taking off my clothes, and I wanted to ask you to unbutton them..."

I see!She reached out and unbuttoned the tight buttons on his dress shirt one by one.

Because she originally planned to go back to work from the airport, she was also wearing formal clothes at this time.He wasn't as patient as she was. With a little force, her buttons popped all over the place.

"You—" She was about to blame him, but suddenly straightened her body and moaned softly.

"This is 'treating another person in the same way'." He smiled evilly in her ear, and did not stop his troublesome hands.

She thought he was just playing a mischievous prank, but who knows, he didn't stop until she declared her defeat.

But he was advancing bravely in the midst of her murmurs!

She was suffocated by his sudden attack, and took a deep breath before recovering.

He smiled evilly next to her ear: "Do you know how I felt just now?" He bit her ear lightly, and while she was trembling uncontrollably, he said slowly: "Hold on, the good show is the best!" just started……"

She had no choice but to cheer up and play the scene well with him.

It was a good drama with ups and downs: the exciting beginning, the slow and charming development, the continuous accumulation and superposition of pleasure, and finally the suffocating perfect climax...

The ending of the play is no exception: the screen is black—she has fallen straight from the highest peak to darkness.

When she woke up, she was still lying on the sofa, her body was covered with a soft blanket, and under the blanket...not a single thread.

An unpleasant bowel sound came from under the blanket, and Lan Xinhui sniffed, smelling the mouth-watering aroma of food.

She looked towards the kitchen, and saw Wang Zichen in neat home rest clothes and an apron, busy by the stove.

He was so neatly dressed himself, why didn't he help her put it on?She slandered secretly, looked around, and still kept the mess of throwing a piece of clothing here and a pair of pants there.

Lan Xinhui saw that her pink dress shirt was casually discarded on the sofa not far away, she tucked in the thin blanket covered by the quilt, and looked up at Wang Zichen again.Seeing him with his back turned in her direction, he was waving the spatula and frying something quickly.

She leaned over and stretched out her hand to reach for the dress, but it was just a little short; she moved over there, stretched out her hand again, reached again, and her finger touched it; she stretched her hand a little more, and her finger caught the dress, Pull over, pull over...

However, when the clothes were dragged off the sofa, they fell to the ground.

However, the strange thing is that the clothes obviously fell to the ground, but they suddenly flew up again.

Lan Xinhui looked up, and saw Wang Zichen looking down at her while carrying the dress.

"Are you awake?" He asked knowingly, and added: "Woke up by me?"

"No," she shook her head: "I was woken up by myself."

He raised his eyebrows: "how to say?"

She rubbed her belly in annoyance, and her stomach let out a cooperative "gurgling".

Seeing this, Wang Zichen laughed happily.