Flash Marriage Wife: The Cold-Blooded President Dotes Too Much

When Su Muying woke up again, she found that neither she nor An Xianyang was naked.

The lingering sorrow from just now flooded into my mind again.

Her face turned red.

At this time, she is completely like a little girl.

"woke up?"

An Xianyang also opened his eyes very appropriately.

He looked at Su Muying's eyes with a tenderness of affection.

"I……"

Su Muying paused and didn't know what to say.

An Xianyang shook his head.

"If you are very tired, go to sleep, anyway, I will be with you."

An Xianyang cast some seductive light into Su Muying's eyes.

Su Muying really couldn't sleep.

Especially when An Xianyang looked at him with such an expression.

"I have something to ask you."

Her hand gradually reached An Xianyang's cheek.

Gently stroke.

Feel the real temperature passed between.

Su Muying knew that she was not dreaming.

"You said."

"Ling Feiyu about the case."

Su Muying's eyes looked elsewhere.

It seems that such a serious topic is not suitable to speak now.

An Xianyang's fingers touched Su Muying's lips that were about to speak.

Then the corners of his mouth curled up, his eyes full of tenderness.

"I know what you're going to ask, and I'll tell you everything."

An Xianyang looked at Su Muying honestly.

"However, you should be hungry now, I'll cook the noodles for you."

An Xianyang got up without waiting for Su Muying to speak.

Then get dressed.

Actions are random and coherent.

Not at all shy like Su Muying.

"I, I'm not hungry."

Su Muying's voice faltered.

But An Xianyang just put on his clothes in front of her.

And he will look back at Su Muying.

Su Muying was naked again.

Had to pull up the quilt.

The whole person felt ashamed as hell.

But that man, as if he was playing with himself, is staring at him now.

And the eyes are very malicious.

Didn't he say he wanted to cook for himself?

Why can't I move my eyes?

Su Muying's face turned red again.

"I'm so hungry, if you cook for me, hurry up."

"Well, put on your clothes obediently, I'll be fine later."

An Xianyang finally returned to normal.

But he looked at Su Muying's eyes.

Still can't move it.

But trying to restrain himself, An Xianyang kept telling himself in his heart that Su Muying was very hungry.

Just left the room.

An Xianyang left.

Su Muying got up from the bed.

The door slammed again.

Su Muying tucked herself into the bed again.

As if scared.

"Miss Su, our husband told me to send you these changes of clothes."

It's a servant.

Su Muying breathed a sigh of relief.

But still a little embarrassed.

"Just leave it at the door, and I'll pick it up myself."

"This……"

The servant paused at the door.

Finally, he obeyed Su Muying's order.

Wait until the person at the door has left completely.

Su Muying got off the bed lightly.

In the mirror, he was covered in red hickey marks all over his body.

She suddenly thought of those pictures before.

Some sluggish picture.

Su Muying's face is flushed red now.

The skin is even more white against each other.

It's autumn, but I always feel that there is a brazier next to me.

There is no way to move away.

Su Muying walked to the door again.

Open the door gently.

I saw the clothes at the door.

An Xianyang has a good vision.

As expected of a brother with a younger sister.

Since I was a child, I have cultivated the vision and level of choosing clothes for girls.

However, he found a suit of clothes for himself so quickly.

Is it always there?Or was it notified in advance?

Su Muying didn't want to think about it anymore, anyway, some clothes are much better than nothing.

She didn't bother to care about where the dress came from.

Rinse in the bathroom.

Su Muying changed into new clothes.

The silky touch is uploaded from the skin.

Very comfortable.

Su Muying always likes pink, this dress is also pink, and the sleeves make her look cuter.

Packed up and came out of the room.

Although no powder was applied on the face.

But still exceptionally good-looking.

Her hair was loose, and when she came down the stairs, An Xianyang just came out of the kitchen.

Seeing the woman slowly descending the stairs is like a woman walking out of a painting.

like a fairy.

An Xianyang held a bowl of noodles in his hand.

He made it for Su Muying himself.

But now staring at Su Muying intently, the eyes of the two intertwined in the air.

Su Muying smiled at An Xianyang.

This is not the same smile as before.

She is very shy.

"The clothes fit well?"

An Xianyang asked.

Su Muying nodded.

Then he approached An Xianyang.

"Eat it while it's hot, don't you mean you're hungry?"

An Xianyang put the noodles on the table.

Su Muying's eye sockets turned red.

"Thank you!"

For many years.

She has never eaten such simple noodles.

It smells like grandma's.

She remembered that when she was a child, her grandma cooked noodles for herself.

Later, when grandma got older, she took care of that person by herself.

Tears fell down.

"what happened?"

An Xianyang rarely sees such a sentimental side of Su Muying.

Of course I don't know what's going on with her now.

Isn't it just a bowl of noodles?

Is she so moved?

"Thank you."

Su Muying looked at the steaming face with tears in his eyes.

An Xianyang approached her and gently touched her head.

"Fool. Thank you. Eat when you're hungry. If you think it's delicious, I'll make it for you in the future."

When Su Muying heard this, of course she stood there dumbly.

Never thought that An Xianyang would speak like this.

She nodded.

sniffed.

Before moving his chopsticks, An Xianyang took another step ahead.

"Let me do it. I'm really worried about your current appearance."

He brought over the bowl.

Pick up chopsticks.

Frivolously, and then put it in his mouth and blew.

Blowing away the hot air, the temperature was just right, and then it was safely delivered to Su Muying's mouth.

Su Muying ate the noodles, tears streaming down again.

The whole person looked at An Xianyang, not knowing what to say.

Eating a bowl of noodles is full of feelings.

Su Muying didn't even know how An Xianyang learned this trick.

He doesn't look like the kind of man who lives at home and can cook.

"You must be wondering why I do these things?"

An Xianyang laughed.

"Well, of course, unless you have hidden beauty in a golden house? Otherwise, why do you have women's clothes and you are so familiar with cooking?"

Su Muying looked at that person with a funny face.

An Xianyang felt a little wronged.