Hubby, Please Spare Me

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The knock on the door rang.

Three times, it stopped.

Shen Mochen got up and put on his shirt and trousers.

The silk shirt was smooth against his skin and outlined the texture of his pectoral and abdominal muscles.

Well-dressed.

Just like the wild and **** just now.

The only thing is the same, she feels that his deep eyes, no matter when she is looking at her deeply, or when she is squinting and enjoying herself comfortably, she is blinded and indulged.

Shui Miaomiao blushed.

Shen Mochen picked up the quilt, waved her hand, and buried her under the quilt.

Shui Miaomiao grabbed the quilt, exposed a pair of bright eyes, and asked, "What are you doing, you want to suffocate me."

"Hide." Shen Mochen said in a deep voice.

"For Mao?" Shui Miaomiao puzzled.

"What if the door knocks on a man." Shen Mochen replied, glancing at her.

"Oh." Shui Miaomiao responded and got into the quilt obediently. Her heart was beautiful, like the sweetness of melted chocolate.

Shen Mochen watched as Shui Miaomiao got into it. The person was small and drowned in the quilt.

It feels so cute.

His heart was soft like water, and he opened the door.

"Sir, your order." The waiter said respectfully.

Shen Mochen glanced at the cart, took a hundred from the wallet and placed it on the cart. Shen said, "Don't look around."

The waiter immediately lowered his head and pushed the cart forward, so he didn't dare to look at it. After pushing forward, he took the money and still lowered his head and said, "Mr. use it slowly."

He turned around, went out of the room, lowered his head again, and helped them close the door.

Shui Miaomiao heard her click before revealing her head.

She saw sour soup fat cattle, stomped pepper fish head, soy bean pig claws, crispy lamb chops, shredded cabbage.

The hungry cooing sounded immediately.

She quickly put on her clothes, grabbed the lamb chops with imprudent hands, ripped the lamb from her teeth, and chewed deliciously.

Shen Mochen tapped her forehead, "wash your hands first."

Shui Miaomiao chewed the meat and shook his head.

Shen Mochen was helpless and did not force him. He went into the bathroom to wash his hands.

Zheng Xiang, who Shui Miaomiao eats, Shen Mochen came out with a damp towel and grabbed her oily hand.

Shui Miaomiao looked at his hand in his hand.

His palms were wide and soft in his palms.

Wipe her fingers clean one by one.

Shui Miaomiao took a bite of the pig's paw and stared at Shen Mochen.

She thought he was really attentive. If they gave birth to a daughter, he would certainly pet his daughter to heaven.

The book says that the daughter is the lover of the father's last life.

Will she be his daughter in her next life?

pretty good.

"The other hand." Shen Mochen said after wiping one hand clean.

"Oh." Shui Miaomiao cleaned the pig's claws three times and five times, throwing his bones on the cart, and handed him the hand.

Shen Mochen turned the towel over and cleaned the side to help him wipe his hands.

The sunlight outside the window fell on him, shrouded in a golden light, shining his delicate facial features, and softening his own preciousness.

Shui Miaomiao was warm in his heart and asked, "Shen Mochen, why are you so good to me?"

"Nonsense, you are my wife, not good to you, good to anyone?" Shen Mochen looked at her and said, turned around and went to the bathroom to wash towels.

Shui Miaomiao looked at his back, sour.

Why can't she be good to her because she is Shui Miaomiao?

Just because she is his wife, it is likely that it will not be in the future.

Forget it, think about these upsets.

Shui Miaomiao continued to eat.