The villain is a vixen

Chapter 435 The Little Wife in the Doomsday

He only treats her as well as he can, and makes her feel a little better, and doesn't want to leave so much.

After half an hour.

Nie Zhishu raised his finger and knocked on the door, his dark eyes fixed on someone lying on the floor without blinking.

Tang Gourd's waist is very thin, which he can feel very clearly every night.

Every time he saw that white and soft waist, he was afraid that it would be crushed if he put his hand on it with force.

So the traces left on her body are still restrained.

At this time, she was wearing a loose white shirt-it was obvious whose it was.

There was a thin blanket under it, but it was just a decoration, and it couldn't cover those two thin, straight and white legs at all.

Because of her rolling around on the ground, the shirt was lifted up a little bit, exposing a small half of her white waist.

She didn't notice it at all, her attention was on the book.

Nie Zhishu held back, but he still couldn't hold back, and walked in softly.

He glanced at the contents of the book and found that it was a suspenseful novel about detectives.

"Have a meal."

Nie Zhishu's voice was a little hoarse, and there were bloodshot eyes.

The man paused, then closed the book as if nothing had happened, then stood up, and walked past him to the door without saying a word.

"..."

Nie Zhishu followed silently.

When eating, only the crisp sound of bowls and chopsticks colliding can be heard on the table.

From time to time, Nie Zhishu put some vegetables in Tang Gourd's bowl, and Tang Gourd would not refuse, so he ate it directly.

At this time, the smile on Nie Zhishu's face becomes gentler.

After eating, Nie Zhishu threw all the bowls and chopsticks into the sink, and a robot will clean them up when the time comes.

"..."

Usually at this time, Nie Zhishu would go out directly.

But today, he stayed.

Not only did he stay, but he also walked over to Tang Hulu who was watching TV on the sofa and sat down. He put one hand on the back of the sofa behind Tang Hulu, and at first glance he seemed to be holding her in his arms.

The tip of the nose seemed to be lingering with the fragrance that belonged to that person, and Nie Zhishu's tense nerves were slightly relaxed.

"...Tangtang."

Nie Zhishu wanted to teach Tang Hulu a lesson, but he suffered even more.

He lowered his eyes and pursed his lips, as if he didn't know how to speak.

Tang Gourd gave him a sideways look, and continued to eat melon seeds without saying a word.

"sorry."

Nie Zhishu held back for a long time before choking out these three words.

And it sounds heavy, without half apologetic.

He didn't really want to apologize, nor did he really feel that he had done something wrong, he just couldn't bear the state of two people, so he was willing to show his favor.

Tang Gourd knew.

"Where can you go wrong?"

One leg of Tang Hulu was unscrupulously raised on his knee, rubbing against the silky suit pants.

Her eyes were still looking at the TV.

"Isn't it very righteous?"

"……No."

Nie Zhishu's hand touched her thigh.

He raised his voice slightly, "I was wrong."

"Ah."

Tang Hulu raised his chin noblely and coldly, "I'm sorry and it's over? When did I give you the illusion that I have such a good temper?"

Nie Zhishu took the man to his lap without hesitation, and locked him firmly in his arms.

He said softly, "Then what do we Tangtang want?"

Tang Hulu thought for a while and said, "I want to go out to play."

Just as Nie Zhishu frowned, before he had time to refute, he heard her continue: "I am with you. I know you have been busy with work recently, but your body is also very important. My mental strength has almost recovered. If you If you don't mind... I want to use it on you. The price is that you have to play with me for a day."

(End of this chapter)