Female Majesty: The CEO’s spoiled husband has become her favorite

'Men's memories are indeed very good. I've had a good night's sleep, but I still remember. '

"Don't think too wildly, I definitely won't go out to play with women. It's a family tradition, and my mother is a strict husband."

'Still in the late stages of love brain. 'The woman complained silently in her heart.

"Me too, Mr. Shi, please don't domestically abuse me." Lin Yuqi leaned into his ear again and said, 'This is what we are talking about, why can't she show her loyalty' (￣▽￣) ~*

"see your performance."

The man raised his eyebrows and glanced at her, "A woman's mouth is a liar." He won't be fooled. '

*

Mo Xuan put the man on the bed, covered him with a quilt and planned to leave, but he suddenly vomited with a "wow" sound.

'Well, I can't leave now. '

Although she felt helpless, she quickly turned around to get a cup of hot water and helped the lying man up, "Ayan? Can you hear me?"

"Drink the water, rinse your mouth, and spit in this basin." The woman said softly, still in a familiar gentle tone.

Vaguely hearing Xiaoqi's voice, the man opened his mouth obediently and did whatever he was told. Mo Xuan was also surprised by his cooperation. She remembered that she was not so good when she was drunk before.

Finally, she wiped her mouth with a towel, and the woman began to worry again, "The quilt and bed are also dirty." '

'Oh, I shouldn't have agreed to this. '

In fact, men don't like to celebrate birthdays at all. Every year, she insists on dragging him out to have a meal.

From Mo Xuan's point of view, he often thought too little about himself, and she felt that it was unnecessary to give up some things that she clearly liked just because she was the eldest in the family.

After thinking about it, if he woke up in the morning and found that he was left in such an environment, he would probably scold her to death.

The woman carried him to the guest room as if resigned to her fate. Maybe she felt better after vomiting, but the man just snorted a few times, then turned over and fell asleep.

Looking at the man's peaceful sleeping face, he asked, "Is Ayan so good when he's asleep?" '

Like Lin Yuqi and the others, perhaps Chen Yannan's image of a strong man was too strong, and she sometimes forgot that he was also a man. No matter how strong he looked, he still longed for love and care.

Mo Xuan also hopes that the man will find the right person as soon as possible, but obviously, what he likes is just fate.

*

A brain numbed by alcohol always makes people feel confused.

In the early morning, Chen Yan woke up after a hangover, covering his head, "Did Xiaoqi send me back?"

The man saw that this was obviously not his room, and thought it was Lin Yuqi who sent him back. There was no way Mo Xuan didn't know which room he lived in.

'That's right. He had already said hello to Mo Xuan, saying that she must pretend to be drunk, so the woman would definitely send him home. '

'Although he accidentally drank a little too much...he didn't pick up the words. '(°ー°〃)

Mo Xuan: We are all married women living happily, how dare I get drunk?

Stumbling towards the kitchen, he planned to have a bowl of hangover soup first, but no, his head hurt too much.

As a result, when I went to get the ingredients from the refrigerator, I saw a note left by the woman, "Ayan, don't forget to drink the hangover soup. And the quilt is dirty, don't forget to wash it in your room."

Seeing the font that was obviously not Lin Yuqi's, the man couldn't help but feel a sense of disappointment in his heart, and he was no longer interested in making sobering soup. Turning around and going back to the bedroom, looking at the mess on the bed, he suddenly felt his head hurt even more.

He started tidying up the place and had just put on new sheets and quilts when he suddenly remembered, 'I don't seem to have gotten back the gift Xiaoqi gave me last night. '∑(??д??lll)

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that he might have fallen into Zuixianju's box. Chen Yan couldn't help but call Mo Xuan immediately.

"Dudu..."

As soon as the connection was connected, the man asked impatiently, "Axuan, did you bring back the gift when you sent me home last night?"

"It's the one Xiaoqi gave me. I haven't seen what's inside yet?" The voice was a little depressed, and you could feel his concern just by listening to the voice.

Mo Xuan was shocked by his anxious tone. After realizing what he said, "Don't worry, I did forget it. But it must still be there. Wait until I call the manager and ask." "

'When did Ayan become so impatient? He had never been so anxious about anything no matter how important it was. '

The woman feels that he loves the wrong person, but as a friend she can't be too straightforward.

"No, I'll go there later."

"I just happened to be on my way." The man said a little too much.

He still felt more at ease if he went to see it in person.

"That's okay too."

"Do you have a headache? Pay attention when driving. I couldn't wake you up last night, and I didn't let you drink hangover soup."

"Fortunately, hang up now. I'll go take care of myself."

Chen Yan was always moved by a woman's attentiveness and tenderness, but he couldn't figure out why, he just didn't feel anything for her.

Love is so confusing.

"Ah."

She always respects his thoughts. Sometimes, people will only look back when they hit a wall.

Chen Yan looked at his face in the mirror while brushing his teeth and said to himself, "I'm not ugly either. Why can't you just look at me?"

Thinking of Shi Mubai, whom he had met several times at banquets before, he never imagined that a woman could fall in love with an unsmiling person with such a big age difference between her and her.

He could see the sunshine in Lin Yuqi's bones, and it was because he knew how good she was that he was unwilling to let her go. And he found that he seemed to be unable to let go. No matter how he told himself that he should give up, he could still think of her involuntarily.

'Why do you have to fall in love with someone so much older than you, making me mistakenly think that I also have hope...'