The wife of the paranoid president is a boss

Xiao Chuchu frowned, and threw the alcohol-stained clothes on him in disgust, "Ask them to wash it for you, I'm not your servant."

Beichen Yuqing picked up the clothes, and there was a meaningful smile on the corner of her mouth, "Then you also hand over the clothes to them for washing, let's go and advance the things to do at night, anyway, you have taken all the medicine, don't waste it Its medicinal properties should be exerted."

She was startled, stared at him angrily, and angrily grabbed the clothes thrown to him just now, "I'll do the laundry!"

This damned man, not to mention his house being taken over by him, but also to wash his clothes, she gritted her teeth angrily, wishing to tear him to pieces!

She cursed in her heart as she walked to the bathroom.

Beichen Yuqing smiled with satisfaction, and looked at her back with an expression of enjoyment.

He followed her, especially wanting to see her doing housework. Last time she washed her school uniform, he was busy going to a meeting and didn't take it for granted. He would not let go of such a good opportunity today.

The washing machine has already been moved inside, and his men have already installed the water source and drain pipe, so she can use it directly.

Xiao Chuchu rolled his clothes into a ball and stuffed them into the drum, and poured enough laundry detergent into the washing box.

Just as he was about to turn on the power, his tall body squeezed into the small space, and his big palm covered the power switch.

"Why don't you put your clothes in there?"

"I don't want my clothes to smell disgusting." Xiao Chuchu said with disgust.

He picked up her clothes on the washing machine, put them in front of his nose and sniffed them. There was a familiar fragrance, and he never got tired of smelling it. Suddenly, he didn't want to wash it.

But he still stopped the behavior of thinking about pocketing, turned on the washing machine and threw it in, and pressed the power button.

After seeing the washing machine running slowly, he smiled evilly and said to her, "Isn't it too late to be disgusted? You haven't had this smell all over your body."

Xiao Chuchu gouged him out, "Then I should disinfect."

She bent down to pick up the disinfectant, opened the washing box, and filled the box containing the disinfectant.

After closing it, he smiled triumphantly at him, "I'm going to eat."

"..."

Looking at her actions, Beichen Yuqing raised the corners of her mouth involuntarily, and suddenly felt that the conversation just now and their respective behaviors seemed like a young couple quarreling and frolicking.

This feeling is good, and he actually wants more.

After washing up in the bathroom, when she came out, she saw Xiao Chuchu was already sitting on the table and eating fried eggs.

He walked over, stood behind her, crossed his hands around her neck and encircled her, bent down, gently knocked his haughty chin on the top of her head, and rubbed and pinched her baby fat face with his rough palms.

Xiao Chuchu froze all of a sudden and didn't dare to move. She thought he had some reaction that shouldn't come out?

Beichen Yuqing was immersed in her own feelings, from sniffing her hair to kissing her hair, gradually turned her head sideways, and kissed her lips...

After an unknown amount of time, he regained consciousness and let her go.

Staring at his bright red cheeks, with the deep stream of light in his eyes, he once again lamented in his heart that he was infatuated with her, and lamented that he was out of control for her.

Xiao Chuchu stretched out the back of her hand to wipe her lips, pulled a piece of paper to wrap it around, and spit out the scrambled eggs.

She was going to be nauseated to death by him, and she was going to eat it or not!

Leave a bit for her to swallow?

dream!

She spit it out, rinsed her mouth again, and felt comfortable in her mouth and heart, so she came out to eat again.

The dining table was square, and Beichen Yuqing was sitting next to her, tearing bread and dipping jam.

Xiao Chuchu returned to her seat and sat down, looking down, she found that the plate in front of her was not the one she had eaten before, but this plate was new, and the food was neatly arranged and untouched.

She frowned, and glanced at the breakfast he was eating, which was the plate she had just eaten.

Is there something wrong with this man, he doesn't eat the clean ones, but wants to eat the ones she has eaten?