Wild desire tempts him to lose control

Chapter 17: Disobedient little boy will not get rewarded
After getting in the car, the Rolls-Royce Phantom slowly slid into the traffic.

The driver raised the small partition to amplify the music.

Xie Yuan was sitting in the back seat, twisting the Buddhist beads in his left hand, with a suppressed storm in his eyes.

"A little girl comes to a place like this and fights with such a bastard. Su Miaomiao, do you know the danger?"

Su Miaomiao frowned impatiently and turned to look at Xie Yuan.

The fox's eyes blinked with hazy moisture, a little aggrieved.

"Husband, are you cruel to me?"

"Husband, are you actually cruel to me?"

"Husband, I feel so uncomfortable, and you are still cruel to me?"

Looking at her crimson face and drunken eyes, Xie Yuan gritted his teeth.

Okay, you can't be like a little drunkard.

He pinched his eyebrows and softened his tone.

"Next time you want to go out to play, ask Uncle Zhong to give you a few people..."

Su Miaomiao raised the corners of her mouth high as she listened to his gentle words.

Sitting sideways on his lap, holding his neck and acting coquettishly.

"Husband, I knew you were the best."

"Uuuuuuuuah, you don't know how ugly those male models are, how can you be as good-looking as you?"

"Oh, hubby, I want to slide the slide on your abs..."

"Male...model?"

Xie Yuan's expression suddenly turned cold, and the hand holding the beads pinched Su Miaomiao's chin.

"My dear, have I indulged you too much? Those who disobey will be punished."

Su Miaomiao was not afraid at all, her fox eyes slightly curved, looking at him provocatively.

"What punishment? S...M?"

Hearing those two words with a different meaning, they overflowed from those delicate rose-colored lips.

Xie Yuan raised his thumb and pressed her lips hard.

At this moment, he lost his cold Buddhist image and clasped Su Miaomiao's waist with one hand.

The left hand wrapped with Buddhist beads spreads from bottom to top.

"Did you learn bad things while I was away?"

He knew every sensitive spot on her body and aroused her everywhere.

Su Miaomiao was quickly forced to break out into a hot sweat, and a thin blush appeared at the end of her eyes.

My legs were weak and my whole body was shaking.

However, Xie Yuan stopped his hand at this moment, making her stop on the last step before reaching the peak of happiness.

She hugged his neck impatiently and whispered softly.

"Old, husband..."

Compared to her loss of control, Xie Yuan's expression was cold, like a Buddha free from worldly desires.

"Disobedient little boy will not be rewarded."

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Su Miaomiao woke up the next day with a splitting headache.

She pressed her forehead and made a sound.

Looking at the familiar room, I was stunned for a moment.

When did she come back last night? Before he was completely drunk, he seemed to see Xie Yuan.

Could it be that he sent her back?
She couldn't help but blush when she thought of the half-fulfilled dream last night.

How could you have such a dream again?
What's even more annoying is that the dream is not finished and is hanging in the air without moving up or down.

I don’t know if I was drunk, but I had a good sleep last night.

She got up and washed up and went downstairs. She wanted to say thank you to Xie Yuan. By the way, did she lose her temper last night?
As soon as we arrived downstairs, we met Uncle Zhong.

"Madam, are you awake? There is some sobering soup here."

"Where do you want to go today? I'll send someone to take you there."

Su Miaomiao glanced at Xie Yuan's study and saw that he was not there. She turned around and walked to the dining table, picked up the hangover soup and took a sip.

"Thank you, Uncle Zhong, but I have nothing to do today and won't go out."

"By the way, my husband sent me back last night? Did he say anything?"

"I didn't cause him any trouble, did I?"

Wang Zhong couldn't help but sigh when he thought of Xie Yuan's expression when he came back holding Su Miaomiao last night.

"Madam, you were drunk yesterday. It was your husband who sent you back." From the moment she entered the manor, the wife had been crying and fussing, like a child who couldn't get candy.

The husband was not impatient at all and kept coaxing him very patiently.

He wanted the maid to help take care of him, but his husband refused.

The husband sent his wife back to her room and took care of her all night.

It wasn't until ten o'clock in the morning that I went out to the company.

Over the years, he watched his husband worship the Buddha without any desire or desire.

I always feel that Mr. is too indifferent to be a real person.

It wasn't until he was in front of his wife that he discovered that his husband was also a human being with anger, delusion, joy and anger.

Su Miaomiao finished drinking the hangover soup and twisted her long hair in distress.

"Uncle Zhong, I seem to have made my husband angry again. Will he kick me out of the manor?"

With such a good job and such a good boss, she was really reluctant to part with it.

You two have been avoiding me these past few days, and I haven't seen you, and Wang Zhong has noticed it.

He has followed Xie Yuan for many years, so he naturally knows what he fears most.

Seeing Su Miaomiao's distressed look, he smiled gently.

"Madam, sir, it's not that I hate you. No matter how powerful and arrogant you are, you will feel inferior in front of the one you love..."

Until he clicked, he believed Su Miaomiao would understand.

Wang Zhong raised his hand and asked the maid to bring breakfast.

Su Miaomiao couldn't help frowning when she looked at the meal that was exactly the same as hers.

What does it mean that he has low self-esteem? Xie Yuan didn't hate her that day, but because she saw his stump?
As for the prefix in front of her beloved, she completely ignored it because it was impossible!
She and Xie Yuan had only met a few times, and they had not been together for long. How could such a cold and desireless leader of the Xie family fall in love with her?

In order to express her apology, Su Miaomiao cooked the meal herself in the evening.

I cooked a few vegetarian dishes and clicked on Xie Yuan’s WeChat.

[Sorry, Mr. Xie, please forgive me, kneel down and kowtow emoticon. 】

After reading it, I thought it was a bit too intimate, so I deleted it.

Finally knock it and make a sentence.

[Sir, would you like to go home for dinner tonight? 】

After sending it out, I felt a little uneasy. I always felt that the word "family" was a bit ambiguous.

Just as he was about to withdraw, he saw Xie Yuan's message coming back.

【go home】

Su Miaomiao breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that he was not angry.

[Okay, I'll wait for you to come back. 】

On the other side, Xie Yuan looked at that sentence and was slightly absent-minded.

Jiang Yuan stood respectfully behind the desk and reported on the next work.

"Mr. Xie, the European Shareholders Meeting is at half past six."

"Eight o'clock, Middle East business talks."

"Ten o'clock..."

Xie Yuan put away his phone and raised his hand lightly.

"Push back one by one, arrange a car, and go home."

"Uh-huh?"

Jiang Yuan looked up in surprise, his boss got married? when?
Before he could recover, Xie Yuan had already left the president's office.

Half an hour later, the low-key black Maybach drove into the manor.

Xie Yuan walked in and saw Su Miaomiao sitting at the dining table.

She rested her chin on her hands, feeling sleepy.

Her chestnut curly hair was pulled up loosely, looking delicate and cute.

Although he slowed down his movements when entering the door, he still woke her up.

Su Miaomiao opened her hazy sleepy eyes, looked at Xie Yuan and smiled.

"Uncle, are you back?"

That soft tone and familiar name made Xie Yuan's hand on the wheelchair suddenly tighten.

The fingertips holding the black beads turned slightly white.

"What did you call me?"

(End of this chapter)