Fortunate Pregnancy, Forced Marriage: Boss is Addicted to Pampering His Wife

She giggled.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, What are you laughing at?

You and I are really fun. She slapped his hand away, I don't like people picking my chin, it's really annoying. He did the same. She remembered that night more than five years ago, when she picked on his chin and he was so angry that his eyes almost burst into flames.

She once threatened him and said she would post his nude photos online. In the car just now, he threatened her to post the sex tape online.

It was destined to be retaliated against for her violence against him?

His eyes were filled with secret lust, You are just like me in this way. So what do you like? He leaned close to her ear and said, Do you like me to fuck you hard?

She reached out and pinched his waist hard.

The strength was enough to pinch his waist, but he actually didn't say a word, which was a bit brave.

Pain resistant.

I like your impotence. After saying that, she smiled gracefully.

His stern face was darker than the bottom of the pot, You damn woman...

She broke free from his restraint, What the hell do you want to do if I die?

He said to the two bodyguards who were following a few steps behind, Do you know that your boss has such a strong and perverted habit of raping corpses?

The two bodyguards looked embarrassed and looked as cool as Yan Shiting, making it difficult to talk to them.

Yan Shiting really wanted to kiss her nonsense mouth to death.

What kind of employer, what kind of bodyguard. Cheng Yingxuan gave him a hopeless look and stepped into the villa hall.

In the luxurious hall, the table was already set with the dinner that had just been served.

She glanced at the food on the table: beef pie, seafood curry, sirloin steak, spaghetti sauce.

All are for two persons.

A glass of milk was placed in front of one of the tables, and a cup of dark coffee was placed on the next table.

Isn't this the same food we had last time at the restaurant on the fourth floor of the Mingda Hotel? Does your cook know how to cook it? She naturally walked to the table with milk and sat down.

The servant Mrs. Chen said at the side, Miss Cheng, the young master said you liked that family's food, so he invited the cook from that family over.

Cheng Yingxuan glanced at Yan Shiting in surprise, Are you out of your mind? If I don't come, wouldn't your invitation to the cook be in vain?

Aren't you here? he asked.

She shrugged nonchalantly and prepared to grab her chopsticks.

He frowned, Wash your hands before eating.

Why do these words sound so familiar? She remembered that she often said this to her son Cheng Xiaobao in the past, but in the past year, Xiaobao would take the initiative to wash his hands before eating, so she no longer had to explain.

She sneered, I'm your daughter? I want you to teach me.

A servant came over with a basin of water and bowed in front of her, Miss Cheng, please clean your hands.

She widened her eyes and looked at the golden basin...

He reached out and knocked, Yan Shiting, this basin in your house seems to be made of gold!

He flicked his fingers on the basin again and said with certainty, It's really gold. Damn it, Mr. Yan, you're too wealthy to wash your hands in a gold basin!

Seeing his cool look, he had no intention of replying to her words.

She put her hand into the basin. The water was warm and just right. She put her hand to soak in the basin and didn't want to move. She winked at Yan Shiting and said, Didn't you tell me to wash my hands? I don't know how, so come here and help.

The servant Mrs. Chen came over and said, Miss Cheng, the young master doesn't like to touch other women. Let me help you wash...