Spoiled after marriage

Xia Kui stood alone on the bridge for a long time.

Xiao Qi couldn't help but go over and persuade her, "Madam, it's windy here, let me take you home."

What would happen if she got sick? He also noticed that the hostess looked pale, as if she had been crying.

Sheng Yan rushed home before the investment conference was over. He called his wife on the way, but no one answered her cell phone.

Xiao Qi didn't know what the two talked about, but after sending Xia Kui to Sheng Garden, she called Sheng Yan.

Because he knew that the best thing to do was to inform his boss about his wife's situation.

Sheng Yan quickly got out of the car and walked towards the living room, "What's wrong, Madam?"

Xiao Qi followed up with a report, telling everything that happened in the afternoon.

Sheng Yan looked towards the second floor and quickly went up, pushing open the bedroom door. "Yue'er?"

The room was empty, so he turned around and went to the top floor eagerly.

In a corner of the small garden, there was a tiny person huddled up, thin and frail, sobbing faintly.

Sheng Yan rushed over and held her in his arms, "Baby, don't be afraid, I'm back."

Xia Kui's body was cold and there were traces of tears on her face.

He held her face and kissed the corner of her eye, "What happened, baby, tell me who bullied you."

Sheng Yan wrapped her in his coat to keep her warm, and carried her downstairs to the bedroom.

Xia Kui clutched his shirt tightly, her face pressed against his neck, and she said nothing.

Sheng Yan held her in his arms, kissed her eyes, soothed her with his lips, and stroked her back with one hand.

He didn't ask any more questions, but just hugged her to keep her warm.

After hugging her for a while, he took her hand and placed it on his heart.

Sheng Yan held her face in his hands: "Baby, tell me, was it Qi Muze who bullied you?"

When Xia Kui heard the name, she closed her eyes, murmured, and hugged his neck, "Ayan, what should Qiao Qiao do..."

Sheng Yan didn't expect this and hugged her tightly.

Other people's affairs have nothing to do with him. He only cares about her. "Yue'er, don't be so sad for other men. I feel bad when you cry."

Xia Kui was stunned, and he eagerly sealed her lips.

Sheng Yan kissed her, took off his clothes, tore off her skirt, and carried her to the bathroom.

He didn't have time to feel sorry for his wife, but she cried for another man for so long. He was jealous and heartbroken.

Even if I knew that the two of them grew up together, like brother and sister.

But Sheng Yan is a man.

He thought about her all day, and because of the continuous overtime work, he didn't spend enough time with her.

At this moment, love and desire have broken through, and nothing can stop him from wanting her.

Xia Kui felt like she was about to be crushed by him when she was about to see the fireworks.

He bit her earlobe, "Don't cry for another man!"

"Baby, you're mine."

Then she saw the sky full of stars twinkling.

Time and time again, like ants gnawing at her bones, Xia Kui floated in the clouds and couldn't come down.

Except when they were in bed, he would feel heartbroken whenever she cried.

No one can make him sad, including himself.

In the bathtub, Sheng Yan let her beat his chest and held her face. "If you are unhappy, you can call me home and beat me up. Don't be sad and cry alone, understand?"

He kissed her fiercely, not giving her a chance to breathe, and the wave of love swept her over...

In Nanwan, Qi Muzhe held his daughter and whispered.

Because the store was busy on the weekend, Song Qiao came home late. When she saw her husband and daughter, she rushed over and hugged the whole family.

In the evening, the child was picked up by his grandparents, and the couple took a bath and lay in bed.

Qi Muzhe hid his sadness and kept looking at her.

Song Qiao hooked her arm around his neck and asked, "What's wrong?"

When two people in love look at each other, they will kiss each other unconsciously.

People have desires for the ones they love.

Qi Muze panted and pressed his face against hers, "Qiao Qiao, I love you."

Song Qiao hugged his waist and buried her face in his neck, "Hubby~ I love you too."

Qi Muzhe did not tell anyone about his illness except Xia Kui, because his parents were too old to bear it.

Just the wife in my arms...

In the darkness, his eyes were red. He wanted to accompany her in her last days and didn't want to make her sad.

"Wife, it's all my fault. If I had a lot of money, you wouldn't have to work so hard."

Song Qiao rested her head on his chest and looked at him. "It's not hard. I was just busy on Saturday and Sunday. Now Yue'er pays me more than the previous year, and I can rest every day."

He hugged her tightly: "Well, you two are the best."

Fortunately, her best friend was with her. Qi Muzhe thought that even if he left, she still had another relative.

"Jealous? You two are my favorites."

The three of them grew up together and have long been a family.

盛园

Sheng Yan tossed the person in his arms until she was exhausted. He bathed her, did her skin care, and applied body lotion to her.

Everything was gentle except that time.

Xia Kui was half lying on the bed, clutching the bath towel to her chest, with her eyes lowered and silent, her smooth skin flushed.

After Sheng Yan finished massaging her, he held her ankles, hugged her waist in his arms, and moved closer to her face.

His hoarse voice lingered on her eardrums: "Xia Kui, your man is still alive and well, and can still make love to you six or seven times a night.

"You're crying at the wrong grave, baby!"

Xia Kui pursed her lips and looked at him, "You..."

"What? Can you cry so sadly if I die?"

"Pa-" With a crisp sound, Xia Kui slapped him with a red face.

…Sheng Yan was stunned, and poked his cheek with the tip of his tongue, "Why are you hitting me again?"

"Little boy, you are really spoiled."

"..." Xia Kui's chest was heaving with anger, "Who told you to say whether to die or not?"

After saying that, her eyes were red.

Sheng Yan tilted his head and bit her earlobe, but without using much force.

His big hands gently caressed her back and soft waist, "Your man is still here. My Yue'er wants to be happy every day."

Xia Kui leaned on his shoulder without saying a word, and he held her hand and kissed it on his lips.

Sheng Yan pulled off her bath towel and threw it away, then lay down and hugged her tightly, pressing his long legs over her.

The two of them hugged each other tightly, leaving no gap at all. She slipped into his hot body, their skin in close contact.

Xia Kui was held so tightly by him that she couldn't breathe. "Well, please loosen up..."

He held her so tightly and didn't even let her put clothes on. Her body was covered in red marks, and so was he.

Sheng Yan lifted her chin, rubbed her swollen lips, and threatened, "If you cry alone again next time, I will make sure you can't get out of bed for three days."

"..."

"You hate it."

Sheng Yan rolled over and pressed her down, his narrow eyes gleaming with danger. "Mrs. Sheng, are you still not satisfied?"

In fact, Xia Kui knew Qi Muzhe earlier, and Song Qiao a little later. The brother-sister relationship they shared during those years is irreplaceable.

When she was a child, no matter who bullied her, he would protect her first, and later he protected both of them.

He has good upbringing, looks good, has positive values, and respects girls.

But suffering always pushes good people into the abyss again and again.

Xia Kui turned her head away and didn't look at him.

Sheng Yan tilted his head and kissed those lips, pushing his tongue in to plunder her fragrance.

He was more jealous than lustful tonight and marked her all over.

Kiss her, whisper sweet words to her ears, make her indulge in it, and be so confused and infatuated that she loses her mind and cannot think rationally.

Xia Kui's face was as red as a tomato. She collapsed on him without any strength at all. She fell asleep after a while of coaxing.

Sheng Yan sighed softly, kissed her lips, narrowed his eyes slightly, and tightened his grip on her waist.

He almost wanted to beat Qi Muzhe up. He had no sympathy and believed that anyone who made his baby cry deserved to die.

Everyone is tormenting his wife tonight.

Lu Jinyu pestered Meng Xiuning and was not gentle in bed, "Ningning, let's have a baby tonight."

"..." Meng Xiuning blushed slightly, "Why are you becoming more and more dissolute?"

His voice was low, "There are no gentlemen in bed..."

As for Gu Yun, he never knew what it meant to be gentle and considerate to women.

If he knew how to smoke, he would probably do it in the bathtub, lift his wife's chin, and blow smoke rings in her face.