Entering the wrong room, I became pregnant with the twins of the richest man

"Let me do everything like putting on and taking off buttons, and don't let others, especially women, do it. To nurse them, just change the dressings and apply medicine."

"Nian He, I don't want you to see so many injuries on my body."

Now, more than half a month has passed, and things are getting better and not so scary anymore.

"Then you want me to see other women taking off your clothes and touching you?"

Si Moli sighed and rubbed the tip of her nose: "Little jealous."

"Yes, I'm just jealous. What's going on? Can't you? Do you have any objections?" Song Nianhe became even more arrogant, "Only I can touch my husband!"

"Okay." Si Moli responded, "It only belongs to you."

"Humph, you deserve to be well spoken of, but in reality, you say one thing and do another."

Song Nianhe wanted to poke his chest hard, but when his fingertips touched, he softened his force.

Reluctant.

Afraid of hurting him.

"That's how men are, huh," Song Nianhe said, "They are always dishonest."

"There's something dishonest about it."

It was just changing the dressing and the nurse helped him unbutton his clothes. The nurse's fingers never touched his skin during the whole process. She also used tools to apply the dressing. I didn't expect that she would care so much.

This was far beyond Si Moli's expectation.

But this also proves from another aspect that she is becoming more and more interested and concerned about him.

"Anyway, don't even think about changing the dressing behind my back in the future. I have to be there." Song Nianhe emphasized, "Did you hear that?"

"I heard you, wife."

He suddenly said "wife", which reached the top of her heart.

This title sounds nice.

She is his wife and he is her husband.

Song Nianhe felt sweet and happy in her heart.

She couldn't help but laugh, and felt that she was acting like a nymphomaniac, so she quickly hid her face in Si Moli's arms.

"I suddenly understand you," she said, "I will never call you domineering again."

"Huh? What do you understand?"

"Possessive of me." Song Nianhe closed her eyes in his arms with peace of mind, "In the past, when I said a word or smiled to other men, you would show off your anger and show your face. I thought you were inexplicable and unreasonable. . I was thinking, what’s this? It’s innocent and normal. Why do you always look at people through colored glasses and make you jealous?”

"Now I understand that this kind of emotion occurs naturally without any reason, and it does not differentiate between men and women. I have never encountered this kind of situation before, so I don't quite understand what you are thinking."

Only when you have experienced it will you understand.

The idiom "feeling the same" seems most vivid at this moment.

Si Moli replied: "You haven't seen me getting too close to other women because... I have drawn clear boundaries with them. I don't give them any chance to get close to me, whether in private or in public." Occasionally, I will always remember that I am a married man.”

Therefore, no matter if Si Moli appeared in the company, in the Si Garden, or at other Vanity Fair gatherings, he would always be alone, alone, and would never allow those Yingying Yanyan to get close to him and cause any misunderstanding.

He didn't want Song Nianhe to be sad, and he didn't want her to think that he would have many women.

Si Moli only needs her, that's enough.

He keeps himself clean and avoids any possibility of scandal.

Because he wanted to give Song Nianhe a sufficient sense of security.