Husband is bad: evil president is not easy to mess with

Sikong Jingqiu froze, walked over, took off his suit jacket, and covered Haiyue's body. After making sure that her whole body was covered, he squatted down slowly, took off his shoes, and sat down cross-legged in front of her. He stared blankly at Haiyue, who showed a fair face from the suit jacket.

In terms of appearance, she can only be considered pretty, and it is not comparable to those delicate and charming women around him in the past.

In terms of figure, the measurements are barely passable, as for the height...

Sikong Jinglai lowered his eyes, and glanced at her petite body curled up under the suit jacket. She should only be [-], compared to his height of [-], she is simply a small peacock.

Being petite, sometimes he even worried that he would cut his waist off if he was not careful when he was intimate.

However, such a petite woman seems to be like a power generator, always so optimistic-before marrying him, she was like a little sun that radiated infinite heat, with eternal energy. Inexhaustible energy.

pity…………

After marrying him, she was like a deflated ball, exhausted of all her energy......

Sikong Jingqiu stretched out his hand, and brushed her hair that was hanging down her cheeks behind her ears, and stared at her with tenderness like water.

Song Haiyue must not remember that she saved herself a few years ago.

But yes, he was disheveled and covered in blood at the time, and he was so embarrassed that he almost couldn't recognize himself. How could Song Haiyue be expected to remember his appearance?

Sikong Jingqiu sighed leisurely.

If he had come back to look for her immediately after recovering from the injury, would Du Yunyan not have taken over her heart today? marry yourself?

Sikong Jingqiu sighed silently, stood up, bent down, hugged the person who was sleeping on the sofa completely unaware of what had happened, walked lightly back to the bedroom on the third floor, and lightly lifted the man on the sofa. Put the month on the big one.

Probably because his movements were a little too big, the person who was sleeping very sweetly opened his eyes in a daze after being placed in the bed.

Sikong Jingqiu immediately put away all his emotions, glanced at her lower abdomen, and said expressionlessly, "Next time, don't sleep on the sofa, it will damage my interests."

Sikong Jingqiu's words made Haiyue fully awake, she stared at him with wide eyes, and it took a long while before she made a sound, "You... are you back?"

"Yeah." Sikong Jingqiu tore off his tie, took off all his clothes in front of her, walked into the bathroom and took a shower, tore off the towel around his waist, and sat down directly on the bed, staring at his bright red cheeks. The people there were pulled into their arms and both lay down.

"You—why don't you wear clothes?" Haiyue swallowed, frightened by his naked body.

"It's not that I haven't seen it before, why are you ashamed?" Sikong Jingqiu stretched out his hand, slipped in from Haiyue's clothes, held her breasts, and rubbed them slowly, "Anyway, I'm going to take them off soon."

"But—" Haiyue's body stiffened and her voice trembled, "Today is not my dangerous period..."

Sikong Jingqiu tore off the clothes that got in her way, turned over and pressed on her, spraying hot breath on Haiyue's face, "Isn't it because you are in danger and you can't do it?"