The petite little wife: don't misunderstand the proud president

Lan Xinhui saw that although Wang Zichen was smiling happily, his eyes were still fixed on her, and his eyes were shiny.

One look at his eyes, she knew he had bad intentions.She looked down and saw that the thin blanket on her body had slipped a lot. She quickly tucked up the thin blanket before reaching out to him: "Bring my clothes."

"Okay." Wang Zichen smiled and raised his hand, and the pink shirt flew into her arms.

When Lan Xinhui put on her clothes, she realized that the buttons on the front had been torn by him. She was so angry that she glared at Wang Zichen who was watching her dress neatly.

Wang Zichen didn't pay much attention to Lan Xinhui's stare, he bent down and picked up his own formal white shirt that was casually placed on the armrest of the sofa, then raised his hand and threw it on her body.

Lan Xinhui was not picky, so she took it and put it on.When she sat up, she saw her panties on the couch. She covered her waist with a thin blanket and put them on under the blanket.

She searched again, trying to find underwear and dress skirts, but they were lost somewhere.She was about to continue searching, when suddenly she felt a sense of weightlessness, it turned out that Wang Zichen picked her up and said, "Let's go, let's eat!"

"You put me down!" She twisted her body, trying to break free from him.

He was on her penis all at once, warning: "Don't move!"

She really didn't dare to move.That moment was actually very light, she didn't feel any pain at all, but, for some reason, it seemed to be burning hot.

The heat quickly spread from the buttocks that were photographed, and quickly burned the whole body.

Wang Zichen carefully placed her on the chair by the dining table, saw her face facing the red cloud, and asked, "Why is your face so red?"

"You beat me?" Lan Xinhui gave him a bad look.

"Where did I hit..." Wang Zichen suddenly realized: "Just that one hit just now? Was it hard? Does it hurt?"

"Okay, let's eat quickly." Seeing what he said, she couldn't pursue it anymore, and picked up her rice bowl and chopsticks.

Looking at the table, there are chicken soup, steamed fish, scrambled eggs with tomato, spinach with sesame...these dishes are simple but nutritious.

The chicken soup in the bowl in front of him exuded a sweet aroma. Lan Xinhui took a sip and it tasted good.

"Come and taste the steamed fish. Is it delicious?" Wang Zichen took a chopstick and handed the fish to Lan Xinhui's mouth. She opened it and ate it: "It's delicious, the fish is very tender and fresh..."

As Lan Xinhui said, she saw that after he retracted the chopsticks, he picked up a chopstick of spinach and put it in his own mouth.

She couldn't help saying: "You use your chopsticks to pick up food for me?!"

"So what?" Wang Zichen continued to take a mouthful of rice with the chopsticks indifferently. Seeing that she was still staring at him blankly, he smiled and said, "Is there any saliva? It's not like I haven't eaten before. When kissing, Well……"

Lan Xinhui picked up a piece of tomato scrambled eggs and quickly stuffed it into his mouth. Seeing him staring at her in surprise and deflation, she smiled at him in protest: "I know, that's the legendary "Help each other", right?"

"Well said, we love each other, come!" He also took an egg and stuffed it into Lan Xinhui's mouth.

Like children, the two happily played the game of feeding each other, and the atmosphere of eating became warm and ambiguous.

"Next, let's really get along with each other once." After speaking, he picked up the soup bowl and took a big mouthful of soup.

What is the real love for each other?Lan Xinhui looked at him vigilantly: "What are you doing?" He wouldn't feed her that soup abnormally, would he?

This, this is too heavy taste, right?Thinking of this, she also picked up the soup bowl and drank a big mouthful of soup.