Super love after marriage: abstinent Mr. Huo flirts with his sleepy pregnant wife

The office suddenly became quiet, as if the air had frozen.

The doctor then realized that he seemed to have spoken too quickly and too directly.

"What I mean is that a man's body still needs normal...normal catharsis." The doctor wiped away cold sweat.

Huo Beimo's eyes were cold and faint, and he was extremely embarrassed.

He actually called his personal doctor to his home because of something like this.

"Who told you that I haven't touched women anymore? You don't have to go to the doctor if you don't know how to treat it... get out!" Huo Beimo drove away with a dark face.

The doctor was sweating profusely.

He really deserves to die.

When some truth is told, the person involved may not like to hear it.

After all, who doesn’t want to lose face?

After the doctor went out, Huo Beimo walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows again, looked at the tall buildings, and fell into deep thought.

The scary thing is that just as Wen Jiu's figure flashed through his mind, his nose felt sore and swollen, and he couldn't help but raise his hand to cover his nose.

No wonder I've had nosebleeds every time I came into contact with her these past two days. I can't even think about it, not to mention she wears such sexy clothes.

Does that woman know that when she dresses like that, many men will look at her?

So angry!

After Wen Jiu returned home, he hung Huo Beimo's suit jacket on the hanger. Then he walked to the mirror and took a look left and right. He felt that his appearance was fine, so he couldn't help but take a selfie in the mirror. , sent to Luo Yinyin.

[Does my clothes look bad? ] Wen Jiu asked depressedly.

She once saw someone posting a very narcissistic post online, showing off their new clothes, and ended up being trolled by a bunch of people.

As an onlooker, she also felt that the blogger's outfit was really not good-looking.

So sometimes what I think looks good may not really look good. Especially when she thinks that Huo Beimo doesn't even look at her and insists that she doesn't look good or is inappropriate, she becomes even less confident.

【Oh my God! Xiaojiu, why are you so beautiful? I am a woman who will be fascinated by you! Tell me, who has no sense to say that you are not good-looking? 】

[I’m not President Huo Da yet. I wore this outfit to deliver food to him today, but he didn’t even look at me. He also said the outfit didn’t suit me and said it didn’t look good in public. Do you know how embarrassing I am? well! Later, he forced me to wear his big coat home. 】

It made Wen dare not wear such a brightly colored suspender skirt for a long time.

The next second, Luo Yinyin called directly.

"Really or not? Mr. Huo said this dress doesn't look good? In my opinion, he clearly doesn't want other men to see your beauty, and wants to hide it at home to see it, so he lets you come back wearing his coat. I especially I'll be fascinated by you through the screen, okay?" Luo Yinyin's tone was exaggerated.

"But he didn't even look at me."

"Is it possible that he doesn't dare to look at it himself, for fear that he won't be able to control it? After all, you have really touched the bottom line this time. He probably won't be able to pass the test in his heart for a while, so that's why?"

Wen Jiu thought about it and felt that what Luo Yinyin said seemed to make sense.

The originally extremely bad mood finally recovered a lot because of Luo Yinyin's few words.

"Yinyin, I love you! Mmmmm!"

"Oh my god, your voice is so sweet, I can't hold it anymore... If you talk to Mr. Huo like this, I don't think he can last a few days." Luo Yinyin continued to support her.

"Well, I'll try again."

Wen Jiu thought about it carefully. Huo Beimo had eaten the meal she cooked for lunch. He was not sure. That guy said she didn't look good in what she wore. Was he really telling the truth?

She treated his face desperately two years ago without caring about his feelings, so she had to keep bowing her head when she should.

In the afternoon, Wen Jiu prepared to go with his family's driver to pick up the babies from school. Normally, Ruan Qingqing would go with the driver.

Wen Jiu saw Ruan Qingqing preparing to go out, so he stepped forward and said to her: "Xiao Ruan, I will pick up the babies today."

"Young mistress, I usually pick up the children. Occasionally when I ask for leave, they will be a little disappointed if they don't see me. Especially in the morning, I have made an appointment with the three babies to pick them up in the evening. "

"I'll just go." Wen Jiu insisted on going by himself.

In the past two years, she had missed so much of the Three Treasures and felt really guilty.

But at that time, when they saw that her face was so frightening that she could cry, she really had no other choice, so she naturally wanted to fix her face first.

Now, not only did she have to find a way to get closer to Huo Beimo, she also had to do her best to make up for the babies. For example, she had to make up for all the company she missed.

Wen Jiu insisted on going, but Ruan Qingqing had no choice but to give up.

She followed the driver to the kindergarten.

Sure enough, just as Ruan Qingqing said, when Sanbao saw that it was Wen Jiu who came to pick them up instead of Ruan Qingqing, his little face showed disappointment.

"Mommy, why isn't Aunt Qingqing here?" Huo Jiuning asked.

Huo Juncheng and Huo Junchen also looked behind Wen Jiu.

Wen Jiu stepped forward, hugged the three babies into his arms, and said to them: "Because Mommy is back, whenever Mommy is free, she will come to take you home."

"Oh!" Sanbao was obviously still very distant.

Although they also like Wen Jiu's mother, they haven't seen her for so long that it's difficult to get too close to her.

Wen Jiu carried the three children one by one to the seven-seater car, and she also sat in the back seat of the car.

After the car started, Wen Jiu continued to chat with the babies, asking them about their performance in the kindergarten today and which classmates they were usually good friends with. Sure enough, when this topic was brought up, the children all started talking non-stop.

Wen Jiu couldn't help but feel even more guilty when she heard the names of the playmates mentioned by the children were all unfamiliar to her.

How much has been missed that the babies don’t even know who their favorite friends are.

Wen Jiu's eyes lit up when he saw the children talking, and he couldn't help but hug the children's little faces one by one and kiss their rosy little faces.

Kiss after kiss.

The babies’ little faces are soft and tender, and they are really easy to kiss.

Obviously, they had almost never been kissed like this. Each of them smiled and narrowed their eyes. At least, they did not resist Wen Jiu's closeness.

Wen Jiu touched the children's heads one by one and said to them: "Ningning, Chengcheng, Chenchen, Mommy hasn't been home for two years. It's not that she doesn't want you anymore. It's because Mommy's face was injured before. do you remember?"

"Yeah." Sanbao nodded together.

Even if their memory of this matter is vague, they will still hear it mentioned.

"Mommy didn't go home because she wanted to have her face treated. Her face was very scary at that time. I was worried about scaring you. It's not that I don't love you, you know? When Mommy was having her face treated abroad, she really missed you. I love you so much."

Wen Jiu said with tears in his eyes.