On the wedding night, the disabled husband stood up

Chapter 121 The taste on your lips is sweeter
Tang Wan blushed and struggled for a while: "Wait a minute, uncle, I didn't mean that."

"Oh?" This man was so domineering that he didn't give her any chance to breathe.

"That's not what you mean?" Lu Zhiang's lips curled into a faint smile: "What does Madam mean?"

Tang Wan tightly held the ice cream in her hand, the heat from her palm almost melted it.

"Is it delicious?" Lu Zhiang stared at her little face and the ice cream in her mouth.

"Okay, delicious!" Before Tang Wan finished speaking, his chin was pinched by him.

"It's so delicious, then I want to try it too!" Lu Zhiang bent down and kissed her lips directly.

Tang Wan raised her head and looked at Lu Zhiang who was still full of thoughts.

He touched his lips and licked the sweetness on his lips, with a smile in his cold eyes: "It's really sweet!"

Tang Wan smacked her lips and her heart beat quickened, her little face turned red inexplicably.

Lu Zhiang's eyes were full of ridicule, he leaned down and leaned into his ear again: "This tastes good!"

His lips went around her ears, until they reached her lips: "I still want it!"

The ice cream in Tang Wan's hand gradually melted, dripping down from her fingers.

With a 'snap', the ice cream in her unsteady hand fell down.

Tang Wan opened her lips and bit his lips hard, Lu Zhiang frowned slightly.

He opened his eyes and touched the blood on the corner of his lips, the little rabbit started biting again.

Tang Wan pushed him away hard, she blushed and glared fiercely at him.

It's fine if this man doesn't apologize, but he wants to kiss her forcefully again.

Tang Wan made the bottom bed, but she didn't sleep in the same bed with him.

Lu Zhiang held his chin and looked at the little woman sleeping on the ground, it seemed that kissing was more useful than coaxing.

In the early morning of the next day, Tang Wan came to the hall wearing a pink bunny nightgown and found that the dolls had already been placed.

The butler had already led the servants to stand in two rows, bowing respectfully and asking.

"Ma'am, everything is ready, when are you going to broadcast live?"

After experiencing yesterday's 'cruel devastation', the servants all saw the situation clearly, and now the middle lady has the final say.

And the third master ordered that Madam can do whatever she wants.

Tang Wan dragged her chin and looked at the dolls on the table. She couldn't make a few in one night and was so tired that she was dying.

She glanced slowly at one of the servants, and smiled brightly: "Hehe, I have something special today."

Special selling point?The housekeeper suddenly felt a chill in the back.

The madam's eyes are a bit piercing, shouldn't she sell them all?

In the president's office, Lu Zhiang was looking at the documents, and Jiang Cheng was sitting on the sofa watching the live broadcast.

"Da da da!" He kept tapping on the keyboard with one hand.

The third master said that no matter what the young mistress sells today, she must have the right to support her.

You must not be soft-hearted when coaxing your daughter-in-law. Not only do you have to buy all the products, but you can't stop rewarding.

Not only that, but also mobilize the entire group's employees to go to the live broadcast room.

"Ah?" Jiang Cheng suddenly raised eight notes, and walked in front of Lu Zhiang with the computer in his arms.

Lu Zhiang drew back to look at the screen, and saw that Tang Wan's live broadcast room was full of people, almost swiping the screen.

Tang Wanzheng's cute recommended product: "Today, those who buy dolls will have a special gift today. There will be a special gift of Lu Zhiang's photo. The quantity is limited to [-] pieces. Hurry up and place an order now..."

Tang Wan took out the photos secretly taken last night, and bought dolls to give her husband's portrait photos.

Staring at the photo on the screen, Lu Zhiang frowned slightly, could it be that he took it secretly while sleeping last night?
It's over, this time the death rate is fixed, and the lady has really reached a new height.

He dared to sell the portrait photos of the third master, but Jiang Cheng was too scared to show them.

(End of this chapter)