The Koi Boss Has Grown Up Through the Ages

Qian Limin struggled to show his mother his unspeakable concealment, blushing, and fled away from home, leaving Wang Guizhen sitting in the room ignorantly, unable to react for a long time.

　　 How come men have such problems!

Lying in bed at night, Wang Guizhen tossed and couldn’t fall asleep. She whispered to the second wife of Qian if she knew the man’s problem. Now it’s the right person to ask. The second wife of Qian’s daughter-in-law and Wang Guizhen can’t finish talking, so they don’t want to be the third wife of Qian. The daughter-in-law blushed and heartbeat.

　　 "You said that the problem is not inherited from the old money, right? Fortunately, the second child of Qian got sick late and finally gave birth to two daughters."

　　 Hearing these words, the third wife of Qian was immediately nervous. Couldn't her son also be greedy for the problem.

　　 "Some problems will come out of one generation."

　　Wang Guizhen wondered if his two little grandchildren would be greedy, but the most important thing at the moment is to cure the illness for Qian Limin. If a regular hospital can't treat it, look for an old doctor hiding in the countryside. As long as you work hard, you won't be sick.

　　 "You have to try, Limin is still young, and a couple can't make ends meet if they grow up without a child."

　　 The three women closed their eyes and fell asleep at last.

　　 Ma Ling opened the door and looked towards the dining table. Qian Limin was lying on the table with a pile of homework books in front of him. He couldn't see his face clearly, and she was probably sleeping in a nap.

　　 She walked to the table gently, looking down from the stack of homework books, Qian Limin closed her eyes and snored slightly.

　　 She looked at the looming white hairs on his head, feeling a little bit sad. They had been married for eleven years, but they seemed to have just met each other. He had never even noticed what he likes to eat or what he likes to do.

　　Ma Ling picked up the coat from the back of the chair and put it on him. Qian Limin's eyelids moved slightly. She thought he was awake, but stood still with her hands down.

　　 Qian Limin woke up, but he didn't open his eyes. The familiar breath was right beside him. He was afraid that opening his eyes would have nothing to talk with her.

well!

　　 She sighed faintly, turned back to the small room and closed the door, no longer expecting her husband to share the bed with her.

　　 The door flapped open, and a cool breeze brought his breath to her bedside.

　　 Ma Ling opened her eyes, Qian Limin was **** with her back to her.

　　 Lying down and looking at him, he looks taller, his slightly longer hairline and ear bones are still so charming. Her heart was throbbing, just like when she first saw him...

　　 Ma Ling turned around and dared not look at him again, pressing one hand on her chest, listening to pounding voices in her mind.

Qian Limin took off his coat, hesitated and took off his thin Qiuyi again. He was wearing only a white vest and thin line pants. He pulled the quilt away and carefully got into the bed. He took a look at Ma Ling and then stretched out one. The arm was wrapped around her waist.

　　 Ma Ling didn't move, the pounding sound in her head became louder, holding her breath and feeling his breath. His hand slid up and stopped on hers. The temperature in his hand gave her a long-lost warmth, her body seemed to be lit, and she leaned back unconsciously.

Qian Limin put his arms around his wife and felt his whole body getting warmer and warmer. When his wife was next to him, he seemed to have been splashed with cold water suddenly, and his body was cold and stiff. Looking at the ceiling flatly, the image of the wedding night reappeared in his mind.

　　 Ma Ling did not fall off on the wedding night, and Qian Limin didn't care, but Ma Ling kept explaining to him that she and her ex-boyfriend just hugged and kissed and never went deep.

　　 Looking at Ma Ling's face eager to explain, at that moment Qian Limin felt a coldness rising from the bottom of his feet. From then on, as long as he is next to his skin with his wife, the passionate fire will automatically go out...