The Wife Is Like Fire: the President of Hidden Marriage Is Sultry!

Jian Xi looked at Mu Wanqing aggrievedly.

There was a little different kind of emotion in those clear eyes, but in the end it could only turn into grievance, "Qing..."

He stretched out his hand, trying to grab the corner of Wan Qing's clothes.

But Ye Yuchen suddenly stretched out his hand, strangled his wrist, and said coldly, "Don't touch her."

This kind of cute personality is not suitable for his wife at all.

His wife is so skinny, he needs someone like him to take good care of her, and to take good care of her... Other people, huh... Not worthy!

"Can't you touch it?" Jian Xi's aura suddenly cooled a little, and a faint dark bird slid across his eyes.

Mu Wanqing didn't pay attention, but Ye Yuchen caught it very keenly, "Young Master Jian, she is not someone you can think of."

If he believes it, it can only be his.

No one else is qualified to touch, let alone own it!

"I know." Jian Xi slipped his hands into the pockets of his jeans, his tone becoming colder.

He gradually retracted the dark eyes from the bottom of his eyes, and when he raised his eyes to look at Mu Wanqing, there was another sunny smile, "Qinqin, miss me."

It's okay not to love him, but remember to miss him.

The voice fell, before Mu Wanqing could react to the meaning of the words, Jian Xi turned around and left.

"Little angel, little spicy chicken." Mu Wanqing complained inwardly.

"You are suffocating, my energy is very weak, and I want to sleep." The little angel said disgustedly, "You hurry up with the emperor for hundreds of rounds, otherwise I won't be able to help you at the critical moment."

"Also, in case I run out of energy, you must be careful of Mu Xuexin during this period." The little angel was a little uneasy.

Smelly Qingqing, every day I dislike him as a little spicy chicken...

When dealing with Ye Yuchen, she was indeed more witty than anyone, but she was as stupid as death to herself.

"I know." Mu Wanqing responded.

It's just that for hundreds of rounds...

The girl raised her eyelids and peeked at Ye Yuchen.

"Cough... let's go home." Her cheeks were slightly red, and she gave a soft cough, hooking Ye Yuchen's fingers.

Ye Yuchen nodded slightly, "Okay."

In the evening, Mu Wanqing took a fragrant bath. She deliberately changed into a black lace nightdress, then got into Ye Yuchen's bed and wrapped her around her like an octopus.

Ye Yuchen's eyes were obscure, "Qing, go down."

Mu Wanqing shook his head, "I don't want it."

The skirt is very short and can barely cover the buttocks. Her slender legs hooked Ye Yuchen's strong waist, and her little hand was placed on his chest, stroking restlessly.

Ye Yuchen's eyes were dyed with a lustful color, but he still held her wrist, "Qin, don't make trouble."

She is still sick, she should rest.

Moreover, the **** is so intense, what if it is really a heart attack, accidentally fell ill or is more serious?

"Ye Yuchen, you dislike me." Mu Wan chuckled her lips.

She protested, suddenly opened the quilt and sat up.

But because the quilt was opened, her exquisite body also appeared, exposed to Ye Yuchen, more charming and seductive, and she was a little fairy.

Ye Yuchen: "..."

He closed his eyes, a little headache, "I don't hate you, be good."

"You just hate me." Mu Wanqing mumbled dissatisfiedly, "It really is a big pig's hoof, it won't be fresh after a few sleeps."

Now, he doesn't even want her to pester him to sleep.

Girls don’t want face?

"Hey." Mu Wanqing turned his head, "I don't care, I ignore you, I'm sleeping!"

With that, she suddenly lay back on the quilt, rolled up all the quilts, and wrapped herself tightly.

"Don't call me if you want." The girl said dullly.

Ye Yuchen was helpless, but finally let out a low laugh, "Good night."