After getting the marriage certificate, she was spoiled by her rich husband

The night gradually deepened.

It was almost eleven o'clock in the evening when Leng Xiaochen returned to the bedroom.

The room was dark, and as he watched the woman lying on the bed, he walked much more quietly.

He didn't turn on the light, but walked straight to the bathroom guided by the moonlight.

The woman on the bed was not asleep. She lay quietly in the dark, listening to the sound of water coming from the bathroom.

Soon, the man finished his shower and walked out of the bathroom wearing a set of black silk pajamas.

His hair fell naturally, making his already handsome face even more delicate and adding a touch of youthfulness that was heart-warming.

The man walked to the bed, gently lifted the quilt, quietly lay down on one side of the bed, and turned his back to the woman without hesitation.

His series of cold actions made the woman feel a little unhappy.

Why did he always have his back to her?

Do you really hate yourself so much?

But why did he touch his head in the garden in the afternoon?

The more Su Qianman thought about it, the angrier she became, and her dissatisfaction gradually accumulated.

She bit her lip, turned around decisively, looked straight at Leng Xiaochen, and asked with courage: "You... hate me so much? Did you touch my head because you felt sorry for me in the garden?"

Hearing these words, the man slowly opened his eyes, was slightly stunned, but did not speak.

Seeing that the man had no reaction, Su Qianman became even angrier.

How can this person be so rude?

Are you so stingy that you can't even respond?

Are you so annoying that you don't even want to reply?

She snorted coldly, turned around angrily, turned her back to the man, closed her eyes, and continued to sulk.

However, just when she was indignant.

Sudden.

A pair of warm hands reached out from behind and hugged her tightly.

The hands tightly wrapped around her waist, and her whole body was instantly pressed tightly against the man.

Su Qianman's whole body stiffened and her heartbeat accelerated instantly.

Then I heard the man's low and hoarse voice: "I don't hate you, I..."

His words stopped abruptly and he didn't continue.

Then, the man raised his head slightly, kissed her earlobe softly, and whispered, "Go to sleep."

Su Qianman's face suddenly turned red like a ripe apple, and her heart beat so fast that it seemed like it was about to jump out of her throat.

She subconsciously put her hand on her chest, trying to calm herself down.

The man's body was tall and broad, wrapping her tightly inside.

This feeling of being strongly protected is so solid and reassuring.

Gradually, the night grew darker and darker, Su Qianman became sleepy and finally fell into sleep.

Leng Xiaochen, who was lying next to him, also fell into a deep sleep unexpectedly, with a faint smile on his face, as if he was immersed in a beautiful dream.

The next day.

The early morning sunlight shines through the gaps in the curtains and softly falls on the bed.

Su Qianman opened her eyes slightly, felt around, but found that Leng Xiaochen was no longer on the bed.

Thinking of Leng Xiaochen's parents coming over today, she felt a little nervous and quickly got out of bed to wash.

Coming to the cloakroom, she began to choose clothes carefully.

When meeting elders, you naturally have to be more formal.

Her eyes swept through the clothes and finally stopped on the white dress with exquisite embroidery.

Su Qianman gently took off her clothes in front of the mirror.

The woman in the mirror had skin as white as snow, her curvy figure was clearly visible, and her exquisite face was even more eye-catching.

She looked at herself in the mirror for a while, her eyes involuntarily falling on her belly.

There, his hand had been placed in this position last night, as if he could still feel the remaining warmth.

Looking at the beautiful waistline, she smiled with satisfaction. This was the result of her constant exercise in recent years.

She reached out her hand lightly, took the white dress, and put it on gracefully.

However, when she reached for the zipper on her back, she found that it seemed stuck and could not be zipped up smoothly no matter how hard she tried.

She frowned slightly, and a trace of anxiety rose in her heart.

Just as I was about to take off my skirt and change into something else, I suddenly heard light and rhythmic footsteps coming from outside the door.

She naturally thought of Xiaoli or Xiaohong, after all, only they could come in to clean.

He quickly shouted, "Xiao Li, Xiao Hong, come in and help me zip up my pants."

As soon as he finished speaking, the footsteps outside seemed to pause.

Then, the door of the cloakroom was slowly pushed open, making a slight "creaking" sound.

Su Qianman was looking at herself in the mirror, her eyes focused on her skirt, and she didn't notice who came in.

She said with a hint of joy in her tone: "My zipper can't be closed, come and help me."

Until the noble and cold black figure appeared in the mirror, her whole body froze instantly and her eyes widened.

...Leng Xiaochen!!!

He was wearing a well-tailored black suit.

This color goes perfectly with his icy temperament.

The whole person looks even more noble, cold and ruthless.

He slowly approached Su Qianman's back.

After taking a quick look at the charming appearance of the woman in the mirror.

He slowly raised his slender, porcelain-white fingers and gently placed them on the zipper. His fingers followed the charming curve of the woman's back and steadily pulled the zipper up.

Su Qianman held her breath the whole time, and only breathed a sigh of relief when the zipper on her back was pulled to the end.

"Thanks."

Su Qianman stared at the slightly ambiguous posture of the two people in the mirror, and her voice involuntarily became stammering.

Her cheeks instantly flushed with a gorgeous blush like the sunset, making her look delicate and charming.

Just as she was about to take a step forward, away from the man.

However, what is unexpected is.

The next second, the man's arms unexpectedly wrapped around her slender waist and hugged her gently.

Then, Leng Xiaochen actually closed his eyes and slowly leaned his head on her shoulder.

".....What are you doing..." Su Qianman's face was full of astonishment. Her heart was like a deer running around in panic. She became panic-stricken and her body became a little stiff involuntarily.

"Just a moment."

The man's voice sounded in her ears, deep and magnetic, with a hint of laziness.

Looking at that sincere and somewhat obedient appearance.

Su Qianman didn't dare to refuse again.

His demands at the moment were already low. After all, he was so crazy about him that night...

She stopped struggling, but just lowered her head, not daring to look at the mirror.

The two of them snuggled together quietly like this, and time seemed to freeze at this moment.

The entire cloakroom was filled with a hazy and ambiguous atmosphere.

Su Qianman could clearly feel Leng Xiaochen's breath. The warm breath gently brushed across her neck, bringing a heart-pounding tingling sensation.