The eldest daughter is committing suicide, and the marriage partner comes to redeem her

When she heard that the two were preparing for pregnancy, Auntie Lan cooked nourishing soup for them every day. If Jiang Ruoli couldn't finish it, she would throw it to Pei Zigui, and in the end, all the nourishment went to him alone.

Pei Zigui only felt that there was a surge of restless blood surging in his body all day long, with nowhere to vent. He wished he could hang his little wife on his body and carry her with him, and hold her on his lap and kiss her after work.

Unfortunately, Jiang Ruoli refused, saying that it would insult his image as a president.

He didn't understand, just hugging his wife, what image could he lose? Pei Zigui could only put this useless passion into work.

Fortunately, Jiang Ruoli would bring lunch to Pei Zigui every day at noon, although this was also a hard-earned benefit that Pei Zigui bargained for in bed at night.

"Hubby, try today's soup. Auntie Lan said she stewed it for the whole morning."

Pei Zigui looked solemnly at the little girl sitting on his lap. The wound on her hand had almost healed, but she still ordered him around from time to time, but he was happy with it.

After the beginning of spring, the temperature in Jiangcheng has warmed up. Jiang Ruoli wore a thin knitted dress with a small V-neck today. She deliberately tied a special Hexiu silk scarf, which not only did not make her look old-fashioned, but also made her outfit bright.

Probably because it was touched accidentally, the scarf had moved away unconsciously, revealing her snow-white skin and... the little strawberries he had freshly planted last night.

Pei Zigui only felt that the medicinal effect of the soup had taken effect, and the blood in his body began to boil again.

"Baby, you've finished your soup. Do you want to go to the lounge for a nap later? I've changed the sheets."

"What do you mean?"

Pei Zigui pinched the beautiful buttocks wrapped in the skirt, buried his head in the woman's neck and rubbed it, his voice became hoarse: "I mean, don't waste Aunt Lan's kindness."

"Hey, don't be mad in broad daylight... um..."

The side of his neck was suddenly licked by the tip of a soft tongue. Jiang Ruoli trembled and bit his lips.

"Babies have feelings too, right?"

Nonsense, how can you not feel anything when you are in this situation?

"Wife, don't forget that we are trying to get pregnant."

The more Jiang Ruoli thought about it, the more he felt that it was not right. Why did he feel that the excuse of preparing for pregnancy was almost worn out by this bastard? Just like last night, did he need to try so many new ways to prepare for pregnancy?

Her child isn't out here to do acrobatics!

Jiang Ruoli took off her high heels and stood on the boss chair.

To be precise, Pei Zigui was sitting, and she stood up and stepped on his thigh.

With his hands on his hips, he looked down from above, full of imposing manner.

"Pei Zigui, you can't indulge yourself like this. You'll drain yourself."

The man's expression froze, and he immediately grabbed Jiang Ruoli's slender waist with both hands to prevent her from falling accidentally.

But it didn't stop her from continuing to step on herself.

"Why are you so naughty? Step carefully and don't fall down."

Seeing Jiang Ruoli standing steadily on it, Pei Zigui curled his lips and a hint of teasing appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Baby, can't you feel whether I am weak or not?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Pei Zigui picked the person up upright with one move.

“Don’t… hey hey hey…”

Due to the size difference, Jiang Ruoli was more delicate and soft, so Pei Zigui easily carried her to the lounge.

Half-heartedly, Jiang Ruoli admired the new sheets in the lounge for two hours.

The combination of gray and pink is pretty good. Of course, in the end, it was wrinkled beyond recognition, so it doesn’t matter whether it looks good or not.

When Jiang Ruoli woke up, Pei Zigui was gone. He must have gone to work.

There was a cup of hot chocolate by the bed.

His sleepy eyes brightened up, he picked up the hot chocolate and took a sip, thinking it would be nice to have a piece of cake at this time.

Jiang Ruoli walked out holding the cup, and when he opened the door he saw Pei Zigui sitting outside. He had a serious look on his face, with a hint of anger on his face, and even without saying a word he made people feel a sense of oppression coming towards him.

Opposite him stood an employee, with his head lowered, looking almost scared to death.

As soon as Jiang Ruoli opened the door, Pei Zigui looked towards her, and the impatience and coldness in his eyes were instantly suppressed.

"Are you awake? Come here and give me a hug."

The scolded employee wanted to cry but had no tears. He had written a wrong decimal point on the report, but President Pei said nothing and just looked at him. He was almost scared to death.

The big devil is now coaxing his wife so gently.

Is he suffering from split personality? How scary! Help, Mote, help!

Jiang Ruoli walked over obediently, and as soon as she got close, the man gently pulled her, and her little hand was nestled in the man's palm and rubbed gently.

Pei Zigui was about to hold the person on his lap, but when he thought of the other people around, he glanced over and said coldly, "Why are you still standing here?"

Seeing that man still standing there at a loss, Assistant Mo went up and kicked him, saying angrily: "Hurry up and take the document back to edit it, why are you still standing there?"

The man finally realized that the president didn't care. He ran away from the president's office as if he was escaping for his life. Before closing the door, he looked at Jiang Ruoli with tears of gratitude.

As soon as the door closed, Pei Zigui couldn't wait to hold him on his lap and kiss him. He gently stroked Jiang Ruoli's lower back with his fingertips and asked softly, "Is your waist still sore?"

He could still vividly remember the scene in the lounge just now, when Jiang Ruoli cried to him in a tender voice that her waist ached and begged him to let her go.

Thinking of his exaggerated self-torture, Jiang Ruoli avoided the man's sight, with a flash of unnaturalness in his eyes, and stammered: "No, it's not sour anymore."

How could Pei Zigui not see what the little fox was thinking? He teased her on purpose, "If you're not sour anymore... shall we continue?"

The person in his arms seemed to be frightened and struggled desperately.

"Pei Zigui, wake up! Don't let the evil spirit possess you! In such a tall building, everyone from the president's wife to the cleaning lady still depends on you for support!"

Is it okay to not work hard and think about love all day?

Pei Zigui laughed heartily at Jiang Ruoli's strange train of thought, and the woman's ears felt tingling and numb.

It’s over. Is her husband really going crazy?

"What can I do? I'm just being pestered by a little fox and I can't concentrate on work and just want to do this and that."

"Nonsense, I'm not a vixen!"

The man raised his eyebrows. "Oh? Baby, are you admitting that I was talking about you?"

Jiang Ruoli then realized that Pei Zigui was teasing him. He snorted angrily and punched him in the chest: "Fox bites are also very painful!"

Of course he knew what it felt like to be bitten by a little fox. The sharp little teeth rubbed against the skin, which didn't hurt, but felt itchy.

"Okay, don't be angry, I'm just teasing you."

Pei Zigui gently stroked the angry person and held her to sit on the sofa on the other side. "If you don't eat it now, your cake will be out of its best-ever taste period."

Only then did Jiang Ruoli notice a piece of strawberry cake from Mingbao Hotel on the coffee table, and the sunlight suddenly filled his face.

The white and tender palm turned upwards, and the eldest lady gave an order: "Give me a spoon."

Pei Zigui got the spoon but refused to give it to her. He leaned against the little girl's arm and demanded an answer.

"How's your husband?"

"Good good."

"Do you like your husband?"

"I like it, I like it."

"Will you come to the company to bring me lunch tomorrow?"

Just now on the bed in the lounge, someone angrily declared that he would never come again.

"Come on, come on."

When it comes to food, Jiang Ruoli is a flexible and spineless person.

The sweet strawberry cream melted on the tip of the tongue, with a soft and delicate texture, and a satisfied smile appeared on Jiang Ruoli's face.

I had just taken two bites of cake when there was another knock on the door.