Provoking crazy bosses? Miss Wen can't escape

A strange pleasure suddenly surged up, and Wen Shiyue couldn't help but raise her slender neck.

The next second, she hurriedly grabbed Lu Ran's arm, her tone pleading and shy: "Stop it."

Lu Ran stopped with a smirk, bent down, and stared intensely at her fair, palm-sized face. With misty eyes, his voice was a little hoarse, and he teased: "Baby, why can't you last three minutes? "

Wen Shiyue forced her limp body to sit up and buried herself deeply in his arms, holding his waist quietly so that she would feel safe and not feel ashamed.

Lu Ran gently stroked her thin back for a while, then stood up and directly picked her up.

Wen Shiyue suddenly exclaimed: "Put me down quickly! You are still injured."

Lu Ran looked indifferent and continued to walk into the bedroom with her in his arms: "You are less than a hundred pounds, so light and not heavy at all. I usually lift much heavier iron than you, and I will never be able to I can’t hold you.”

Within a few moments of talking to her, Lu Ran had already carried her to the bedroom.

He walked too fast, and Wen Shiyue subconsciously hugged his neck tightly.

However, when he came to the bedroom, Lu Ran saw that the quilt on the bed was not folded and the sheets were not spread flat. He immediately asked Wen Shiyue: "Did you wear your dirty clothes to sleep on my bed today?"

"You wore the clothes you wore all the time when you flew here. How many germs are there on your clothes?"

Wen Shiyue felt aggrieved, sniffed, and murmured in a low voice: "Isn't it because you were too indifferent to me and scared me? I forgot to change my clothes. Besides, you don't have a washing machine here, do you want me to wash it by hand?"

She is quite talkative now.

Lu Ran put Wen Shiyue on the ground, pulled a piece of his own clothes from the closet and put it on her: "Stand aside."

Then, he went to wash his hands, then took out new sheets and quilt covers from the closet, took off all the dirty ones, and prepared to put them on.

Seeing him shaking out the sheets, Wen Shiyue ran over, pinched two corners of the sheets, and made the bed with him.

At this moment, Wen Shiyue felt as if she and Lu Ran were living an ordinary married life.

It turns out that this is the most trivial but warmest daily life in love.

Lu Ran was very efficient at doing things. Whether it was laying out sheets or changing quilt covers, he did it in an orderly manner. It was obvious that he did a lot of housework.

In comparison, Wen Shiyue seemed a little in a hurry.

For the first time, she knew that her life skills were so poor.

Seeing that she seemed a little unhappy, Lu Ran knelt on the bed and pressed the quilt, and said casually: "Yueyue, what's so frustrating about this? It's here that we need to do housework by ourselves. Wait until we get back. After moving to Xicheng, when we get married, a nanny will naturally do all the housework."

"It doesn't matter if you don't know how to do this. Anyway, I didn't marry you just to make my bed. I feel wronged by you for doing this. You came all the way to such a difficult place, and I just feel sorry for you." .”

Wen Shiyue felt that Lu Ran spoke very maturely and sincerely now.

She unconsciously walked to him, threw herself into his arms, rubbed her head against his chest, and couldn't help but confess to him: "I like you so much."

Lu Ran responded by placing a kiss on the top of her hair.

Then, he carried the person into the bathroom: "Let's take a bath and then go to bed."

Then, he added: "Please Yueyue help me."