Young Master Jun’s 100 Techniques to Spoil His Wife

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Feng Sujin sometimes is not honest when she sleeps. She loves toss, especially after drinking and falling asleep.

Jun Mohan got up several times a night, and each time he could only helplessly sigh, hug Feng Sujin, cover the two with a quilt, and then go to sleep.

The next day, when Feng Sujin woke up, she felt a headache, and her whole body was a little uncomfortable.

When Feng Sujin opened her eyes, she saw the office worker at the table beside the bed and frowned. "Mo Han."

Jun Mohan heard the sound and put the document and pen down. He got up and sat down beside the bed, and touched Su Feng's head. "Wake up, is there any discomfort?"

"Where am I?"

Jun Mohan looked at Feng Sujin in a confused manner, and flicked her head gently. "Last night, don't you remember?"

Feng Sujin then thought about the scene before going to bed, thinking about it, her face changed, and finally blushed so much that she couldn't sleep anymore.

Although she was drunk, she had some vague impressions.

She looked at Jun Mohan again, and when he saw his neck, he seemed to have left ambiguous marks on his chest.

"Yesterday, yesterday, I ..."

Feng Sujin was stammered now, and she didn't know what to say. She reached out and pinched her head. "It hurts, I can't remember it."

Jun Mohan smoothed the hair for Feng Sujin, and held her hand down, "I still know the pain, why don't I know I get a headache when I drink?"

Feng Sujin thought of the reason for drinking, and a bitter radian evoked from the corner of her mouth, knowing that she had worried Jun Mohan, she lowered her head in guilty conscience.

Feng Sujin like this looks exactly like the kid who made a mistake. Jun Mohan really doesn't know what to do with her.

Jun Mohan held Feng Sujin's hand and asked softly, "Do you know that drinking is wrong?"

Feng Sujin felt Jun Mohan's gentle tone and hurriedly promised: "I promise not to drink too much next time."

Jun Mohan sighed, held her in his arms, and patted her on the back. "Just know what's wrong, get up, I'll take you home."

Feng Sujin was completely sober after washing, thinking of yesterday's events, I wish I could slap myself a few more times.

Sitting in the car and heading home, Feng Sujin peeked at Jun Mohan several times, feeling that there was something wrong with her husband, he was too silent.

Feng Sujin pursed her lips and said, "Mo Han, aren't you going to work today?"

"Well, don't go."

Feng Sujin would not find any topic at half past one. When he returned home, Jun Mohan handed something to Feng Sujin, rolled up his sleeves and went to the kitchen to make breakfast.

No matter what, he was reluctant to starve his wife.

Feng Sujin froze for a moment, then opened the things in her hand, and at a glance, it turned out that she was a special video recorder for Zou Rudan before.

Feng Sujin's look changed, and when I opened it, it was a few blurred shots. It was Zou Rudan and Nalan Yunqing. Others can see it very well, but she knows that they are two people. Appears in one room in one camera, with Xia Sixuan's jealousy enough to stimulate her.

Feng Sujin ran to the kitchen and seemed to think of something. He stepped on his feet and gently tore off Jun Mohan's shirt. "墨 寒 —"

Feng Sujin's tone was soft and tender, with a sense of coquettishness.

Such a voice made Jun Mohan soft and soft, turning his head to look at her, "What's wrong?"

"This, how did you get this?"

She thought that Nalan Yunqing found everything, and no trace would be left. I did not expect that there would be this, and I did not know how Jun Mohan got it.