Lucky to Have You Till the End

Hearing Xiao Yi's words, Tang Xinyan really couldn't laugh or cry.

As soon as he was about to speak, he suddenly noticed something was wrong, and when he turned his head, he saw Wei Mo Chi who was standing at the door for some time.

Xiao Yi also saw Mo Chiwei, and he smiled and shrugged, "Your daughter-in-law remembered the bitter history of chasing you, and she cried into tears."

Mo Chiwei pursed his thin lips and said coldly, "Stay away from my wife."

"Tsk, this guy, I'm still jealous." As he said, he leaned forward to Tang Xinyan with a sullen smile, "Little Yanyan, if you can't stand this cold guy someday, you can live with me—"

Before he finished speaking, the collar was caught by a big palm.

A few seconds later, a loud bang came from the door.

Tang Xinyan ran out of the kitchen, and saw Mo Chiwei throw Xiao Yi out, she couldn't laugh or cry, "He actually didn't mean anything else..."

"Why are you crying in front of him?" The man's deep eyes were filled with darkness, his jaw line was tight, and his face was so gloomy that it dripped water.

Tang Xinyan pointed to the onion on the kitchen chopping board. He was a little confused, pouting aggrievedly, "Cut the onion!"

"Don't laugh at him in the future."

"Oh."

"He is not allowed to be called home for dinner."

"Isn't it that you are also at home? If I were alone, I would definitely not bring him..." Seeing that someone's face sank, she quickly changed her words, "Okay, it's up to you."

Lifting up her thick and curly long eyelashes, she took a peek at him carefully, and saw that his stern expression eased a little, she breathed a sigh of relief, "My husband, can I go in and cook vegetables?"

She turned around, just about to enter the kitchen. The thin wrist was pulled by a strong force.

As soon as she turned her head, there was a shadow in front of her eyes. Before she had time to react, the man's soft and strong thin lips pressed against her soft lips.

"Well."

He didn't kiss deeply, just tasted it.

Slender fingers rubbed her delicate face, and said in a low and **** voice, "I don't like you smiling at other men, even Xiao Yi can't."

After speaking, even he himself was stunned.

When did her possessiveness become so strong.

This emotion makes him dull, unfamiliar, and inexplicable.

Letting go of her, he went to the study and smoked a cigarette.

When he came out again, he went straight into the kitchen to cook with her.

She drove him several times and told him to go out and wait, but he just didn't go out.

His craftsmanship is not inferior to her, and men and women work together. In less than an hour, four dishes and one soup are ready.

She packed the food and soup in a thermal insulation box and asked Mo Chiwei to send it to Xiao Yi.

...

After Mo Chiwei came back, the two sat on the dining table.

Tang Xinyan was panicking with hunger and was focusing on eating when the man next to her kicked her.

He paid attention to the intensity, it was not very painful, but she was almost choked by the rice.

After a few coughs, she raised her eyes and looked at the man next to her who bowed his head to eat.

His profile was cold and sharp, and there was no special expression. He was as silent as ever. She asked inexplicably, "Why are you kicking me?"

The man replied, "Eat."

She glanced at him suspiciously, then immersed herself in eating again.

But after eating, she found something wrong again.

There is something crispy and itchy on the thighs, as if something is crawling gently.

After returning to the apartment, she took off her coat and wore a loose-fitting sweater underneath, and on her legs were bottoming socks with visible skin color.

The man's slender and elegant hands are slowly climbing up on her lap.

Her body trembled, and the place where his fingertips passed was like electricity running through.