Daily life of the beloved wife of a wealthy president

Wen Sui felt that his body was falling apart, his limbs did not seem to be his own, and he felt nothing at all, but his waist and abdomen were sore.

The spots on his body can be seen at a glance that he has experienced too much intense sex just now.

The area between the buttocks is still wet, and the foreign body sensation is still obvious.

Wen Sui stared at the ceiling with a flushed face, his eyes were empty, and the hair on his forehead was wet with thin sweat.

A hand stretched out from the side, gently stroking the wet and red corners of his eyes, wiping away the remaining tears for him.

Chong He turned over and got out of bed, there were a few obvious scratches on his strong back that were still oozing blood, and there were a few red marks on his neck, which were made when Wen Sui was very emotional and comfortable.

He put on his pants, looked back at Wen Sui, and said in a hoarse voice, "Sui Sui? Are you okay?"

He reached under Wen Sui's body and opened his thigh to check the situation.

A little red with a little liquid on top.

Wen Sui felt dehydrated all over his body like a fish out of water. It was hard to look at Chong He, and his voice was soft and hoarse: "Uncomfortable, sticky."

In fact, the feeling this time is much better than last time.

Chong He lost his mind last time, coupled with his inexperienced and reckless behavior, Wen Sui had a hard time, and he suffered unspeakably afterwards.

I don't know if he has already experienced it, but this time Chong He was obviously well prepared, with gentle and moderate strength, quite capable of teasing him.

Wen Sui is also very comfortable.

If he knew it would be so comfortable, he should have continued with Chong He earlier, otherwise every time he used his hands and mouth, he would be sore.

Chong He gently picked him up and said, "I'll take you to the bathroom to wash."

Wen Sui groaned a few times, and asked him to lighten up softly.

It was just a few meters away, Chong He hugged him and walked abruptly for a few minutes.

There is no way, the little ancestor is very weak now, he can't be too rough.

Chong He poured warm water, hugged Wen Sui and lay down in the bathtub, helping him draw out what was left in his body.

Wen Sui lay on the edge of the bathtub, enjoying his service with his eyes closed, not forgetting his purpose, and asked him: "How is Mr. Chong? Now believe that I am the person from that night?"

Chong He paused his hands, frowned and remained silent, before he chuckled and said, "Sorry, I still can't try it out."

Wen Sui turned his head to look at him in shock, his movements dragged his lower body, and he immediately frowned and gasped.

Chong He rubbed his waist, his brows furrowed and his voice became heavier: "Don't move around, be careful of getting hurt, are you uncomfortable?"

Although his mouth was a little harsh, his movements were gentle.

Wen Sui's face was a little distorted, "Uncomfortable."

After he finished speaking, he lay back on his stomach, and Chong He showed a smile.

Wen Sui still insisted on asking: "Why can't you try it? Why can't you try it? Didn't you say you'll know it once you try it?"

Chong He said: "Maybe I only tried it once, I think I need to try it a few more times."

Wen Sui thought about it, and he thought it was the same, so he accepted his reason: "That's fine, I'm still feeling uncomfortable. When I get better, I will try it with you a few times, and you will definitely believe it, but you haven't tried it. And I can't go to Xu Song for a test, or I will feel even more uncomfortable."

Chong He took him under the shower head to wash his body, rubbing bubbles for him, the skin under his hands was so tender that it turned pink when touched by hot water.

He swallowed, hummed in a low voice, and agreed to Wen Sui.

He hurriedly helped Wen Sui wash up, put on the big bath towel and carried him out. The servant who was called had already changed all the sheets and bedding with new ones.

This new quilt has been exposed to the sun, and it is warm and smells like sunshine.

Wen Sui's body was no longer sticky, and he finally felt refreshed.

Lying on the bed and suffering from hysteria, Chong He touched his face and said, "Tired? You can sleep for a while."

Wen Sui's eyelids could hardly be opened, half drooping, and said in a weak voice, "Remember to wake me up for dinner."

Aunt Zhang promised him to cook Northeast food for him last night, and he wanted to eat it.

Chong He chuckled, Wen Sui had already fallen asleep, breathing evenly and sweetly.

He opened the cabinet, took out the ointment that Dr. Liang had given him, and carefully applied it to Wen Sui.

Dr. Liang said that this ointment is his exclusive secret recipe, and the effect is better when used once a day.

Wen Sui was probably very tired, and he was still sleeping until dinner, and it was quite fragrant. Chong He originally slept with him for a while, but he didn't call him because he was sleeping too soundly.

Aunt Zhang has already prepared all the dishes.

When Chong He went downstairs, he asked him with a smile: "How about Sui Sui? I made all the Northeast dishes I promised to cook for him yesterday, he must be very happy."

Chong He took his seat and said: "He's not feeling well, he's sleeping, don't bother him, let's eat when he wakes up."

Aunt Zhang was a little worried about his health, but Chong He said there was nothing serious, just tired.

Aunt Zhang said: "Okay, then I'll save a portion for him and let him wake up and warm it up for him to eat."

The servant went to call Xu Su, Xu went downstairs with a yawn, and he also slept all afternoon, if the servant hadn't said Chong He ordered him to call him, he would have slept until tomorrow.

To be honest, he is not hungry, but when he saw the downstairs, he admired a person sitting there, and immediately adjusted his mood and mentality. That's all.

He greeted Chong He: "President, good evening."

Chong He glanced at him, ignoring his specially dressed appearance, and asked, "How are you resting?"

"Well, it's good, I like this bed very much." Xu Song smiled, pulled the stool next to Chong He and sat on it.

Aunt Zhang paused when she came out with the dishes, Sui Sui always sat in that seat, and now an outsider was seated, but she didn't respond to Chong He, and she couldn't point fingers at her as a servant, so she didn't say anything.

She glanced at Xu Suone talking next to Chonghe, with a shy smile on her face, and her elbow touched Chonghe intentionally or unintentionally, she wondered who this person was, Chonghe didn't say anything, could it be possible Was he bumped into by Chong He when he came from the countryside like Sui Sui?

Did Chong He suffer from the problem of picking people up and going home?But it doesn't look like it either.

Aunt Zhang was in a daze. She didn't hear what Xu Suone said to her. Xu Suone's expression froze for a moment, thinking that this servant didn't take him seriously, so he raised his voice and said, "Please do me a favor." salad."

Only then did Aunt Zhang come back to her senses, seeing that his complexion was not very good, she quickly smiled and said, "Oh, I was distracted, I'm sorry, I'll make it for you right away." Xu Song didn't even look at her, it was nothing expression.

Chong He saw it and didn't say anything, because these things were not important to him.

Facing Chong He, Xu Song changed his expression again, with a sweet smile on his face, and his voice softened a little, and asked him: "President, won't it be lonely to eat alone at such a big table every day?"

What he said was just like chatting with such a big bed, wouldn't it be cold to sleep alone.

A mocking smile curled up on Chong He's lips, and he said, "Don't talk when you sleep or eat."

Xu Song was choked by him, his expression was a little embarrassed, he turned his head to eat his meal, his face was a little red, and he said, "I'm sorry."

This man is really incomprehensible.

He suddenly thought of Wen Sui again, and wondered why he wasn't there, could it be that he was here to make trouble with Chong He?

Chong He felt so at ease sitting here eating alone that he didn't coax him, and it seemed that he didn't take him very seriously.

Xu Song couldn't help feeling complacent, squinted his eyes and thought for a while, if Wen Sui was a temper tantrum, it would be much more fun.

Aunt Zhang brought him a salad, and he started eating with a fork.

Aunt Zhang's cooking skills are really good. A single salad tastes good, not like eating grass.

It would be nice if I could eat like this every day.

The two of them remained silent, and the meal was soon finished. Chong He stood at the window on the second floor and looked out. The moon was quite bright, and there were a few stars dotted in it.

The scenery on the side of the manor is very good, probably because it is far away from the pollution of big cities.

Chong He suddenly regretted arranging the house given to Wen Sui in the city center, and he didn't know whether Wen Sui would like it.

Xu Song approached him, and Chong He glanced at him lightly.

Xu Suone's eyes were always full of charm, and he was always teasing people intentionally or unintentionally. He blinked at Chonghe with a pure and innocent look on his face, "I'm new here, so I'm not used to it, I don't understand the things here It's a rule, if the president thinks something is wrong with me, it's okay to say it."

His attitude is painful and sincere, and there is nothing wrong with what he said.

Chong He nodded, and Xu Sui boldly approached him again, lowered his head and said shyly: "Didn't the CEO ask me if I had a good rest? I have a good rest, and I still have energy. If you If there is a physical need in that area, I can satisfy you now."

Chong He: "..."

No, he didn't, he didn't have to.

Xu Suone has gotten closer and closer, and he is face to face with Chong He.

Chong He reached out his hand to stop him, lowered his eyes and said, "No need, I'm a little tired."

Xu Song's expression froze, why did he become unattractive or what, he dared to reject him.

His expression twisted, his eyes rolled, and he suddenly grabbed Chong He's hand and said, "Is the president too busy with work? I have learned a set of massage techniques, which can help you relieve your fatigue."

"You can come to my room, and I can help you relieve it."

Ah, as long as Chong He is in his room, nothing is impossible.

Chong He took his hand out of his hand and clicked his tongue, obviously disgusted.

The voice was also much colder: "No, you can go back to your room and rest."

Xu Song was about to say something, but the door a few meters away was suddenly opened.

Wen Sui watched for a moment, and a weak and hoarse voice came over: "He He, what are you doing?"

The two people by the window looked back at Wen Sui together.

Wen Sui bulged his cheeks, frowning as he stared at the two who were getting close.

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