The wife of the paranoid president is a boss

Beichen Yuqing was pleased by her actions, pulled her chair over with her big hands, held her fleshy cheeks and kissed her deeply.

Pushing back the hair on the back of her neck, she took out the necklace she had taken off from her trouser pocket, and pinched her chin after putting it on, "Don't take it off again! If you dare to take it off again in the future, I will ~ you once!"

After the threatening words were finished, the bright red lips curled up, and the more he looked at her, the more he couldn't move his eyes. He never thought that he was infatuated with a woman.

He couldn't help but kiss her lips. It was just a taste, but he gradually wanted more...

Xiao Chuchu kept wiping her lips, and secretly scolded his eighteenth generation ancestors in her heart.

The washing machine automatically cut off the power, she took out the clothes, and all the clothes were all tangled up.

She sorted out her clothes, found a hanger to hang them up, then she froze, with her hands on her hips, biting her lip, wondering whether she should let him dry the clothes, but after thinking about it, she asked him to come down and dry the clothes for him Bar.

After rinsing his hands, he walked out of the bathroom. When he reached the door, his footsteps stopped suddenly. He frowned and went back, grabbing his clothes.

There are three clothes in total, two clothes and one pair of pants.

Picking up the first one was a suit jacket, she ignored it and put it up on the hanger.

Then he picked up a white shirt, curled and wrinkled like a lump of pickled cabbage.

It was also unreasonable, and casually spread out and picked up the clothes hanger to support the small shoulders of the clothes, but just as the clothes were propped up, something suddenly fell down and bounced on the ground twice.

Xiao Chuchu looked down and saw that it was a white button.

She blinked, and time stood still for a second, then hurriedly took the shirt off the hanger to check which button had fallen off.

Compared with the buttons, it was the second button on the shirt that fell off.

She dropped the shirt and stared at the dropped button, thinking that he couldn't let him know about it. She was an unreasonable person with a volatile temper, and if she persisted for a while, she would insist that she dragged it off. , she can't tell!

For a while, she really wanted a sewing kit, but even with a needle and thread, she couldn't sew the same.

After a moment of silence, she simply ignored the shirt and put the buttons in her trouser pocket, re-stretched the shirt, and hung up the last pair of trousers.

Before taking all the clothes out to hang on the small balcony, he checked the other two suits, but luckily they were not damaged.

At this time, his noisy voice sounded outside the door, "Why haven't you come out yet, how many clothes have to be hung for so long?"

Beichen Yuqing watched her go in for more than ten minutes, his coffee cup was empty, and she hadn't come out yet.

Xiao Chuchu heard his voice, did not answer, and walked out after a few seconds of calmness.

Walking through the living room, I deliberately didn't look at him, and walked straight to the balcony.

The clothes rack was so high that it was close to the ceiling, and there was no clothes rail in the room, so she had to drag a chair to stand on it.

Beichen Yuqing thought that her temper was not over yet, so she went directly to her, without her feeling anything, suddenly picked her up with a pair of strong arms, kicked off the chair under her feet and lifted her up.

"Ah!" She screamed in shock, lowered her head to look at him, and reflexively breathed out fragrance at him, "Wo C, bastard, stinky Liu~M, you pervert!"

Beichen Yuqing, "..."

He wasn't angry either, and continued to lift her high, "Don't talk nonsense, hang up your clothes."

Xiao Chuchu was thinking about the buttons, and didn't bother him too much, she had to hang up the clothes before he found out.

Not to mention, he lifted it just enough to reach the drying rack, and she had to stand on tiptoe a little bit when stepping on the chair.

She hung up the clothes that had been arranged one by one, but she hung them all at once. She casually opened up a little distance, patted his shoulder, and said eagerly, "Okay, okay, let me down."

But how could Beichen Yuqing listen to her, "Why come down in such a hurry, I'm hugging for a while."

"It's too high, I'm dizzy." She was babbling.