Hubby, Please Spare Me

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Shui Miaomiao looked at his soup-soaked hand and pushed back, reminding: "Your hand is more oily than mine."

"Now thinking of oil, will it be late?" Shen Mochen said dumbly.

"It's hard to wash clothes," Shui Miaomiao said seriously.

Shen Mochen's dirty hand tapped on her nose, and said meaningfully: "It's a shame to say this at this time."

Shui Miaomiao wiped his nose on the back of his hand, saw the oil on the back of his hand, and complained, "Shouldn't you just look at the scenery at this time? Mr. Shen."

"Don't let me see the scenery, you still pick me beans?" Shen Mochen said in a deep voice, and stuffed the lobster in her mouth.

He didn't embarrass her because he had embarrassed him for one night.

He continued to peel the lobster, putting the peeled lobster meat neatly on the plate.

Shui Miaomiao eats the lobster meat he peeled and looks at Shen Mochen thoughtfully.

In fact, when Shen Mochen was good, it was pretty good, like a stimulant, surging and surging, making people unable to resist at all.

She was afraid that when she came, she was too strong and poured into her heart. When she got divorced, she would miss it.

She is a super nostalgic person.

This kind of addiction is not good, not good.

She must guarantee her heart, be impartial, be obedient in the heart, and belong to herself.

After eating, Shui Miaomiao took care of the housework, and Shen Mochen turned on the TV and watched the international news.

Shui Miaomiao sorted it out, cut half of the watermelon into pieces, put them in a tray, and walked towards Shen Mochen.

He raised his eyes and glanced at her.

Shui Miaomiao met his gaze, lowering his eyes embarrassedly, long lashes leaving a silhouette under the eyelid.

Heartbeat, inexplicably accelerated.

This feeling is particularly strange.

At home, only him, and her.

She is like a little wife, dedicated to taking care of her husband who came back from work.

Shui Miaomiao put the plate on the coffee table, and when she remembered herself, Shen Mochen hugged her waist.

When he pulled hard, she fell into her arms.

The light above his head fell brightly on him, a bit evil, a bit charming, a bit unfathomable.

Shen Mochen's voice was softer than before, and asked, "Are you busy?"

Shui Miaomiao was lying on his legs, and he could feel the muscle lines of his legs, as well as the things that were resting on her hips, which were slowly thriving and feverish, like iron.

She blushed and whispered: "Let's throw rubbish."

Shen Mochen twisted her eyebrows, her softness, such a temperature, such a feeling, just right.

When he was reluctant, she left his arms and said: "I will find a 24-hour babysitter to come tomorrow. You won't have to work so hard in the future."

The nanny came over, did not just spy on her?

She also thought he would not come, she would not come.

"Nanny is here, we can't do whatever we want." Shui Miaomiao said cunningly.

Shen Mochen raised the corner of Xie Cheng's mouth, "How do you want to do whatever you want?"

Shui Miaomiao's face was hot.

She felt that since she was with him, she had been a piece of meat.

"Wife, shouldn't you just give your husband a good meal and clean the house clean? You can't deprive me of my rights." Shui Miaomiao changed the subject.

Shen Mochen nodded her nose and said in a deep voice: "I want you to do whatever you want to me!"

He rolled over and pressed her against the sofa.

Shui Miaomiao pushed him to the chest, and said softly, "I haven't taken a bath yet?"

"Play and wash together."