Husband asks for forgiveness: three-year-old baby is tough on wife

It was all her favorite food, Luo Xia's lips trembled, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

Lan Xuanhan... really intends to chase her back, right?

Otherwise, there will be no interview confession.

"Lan Xuanhan..." Luo Xia thought for a while, but it's better to make it clear.

By Lan Xuanhan's side, she really didn't feel safe. [

Therefore, I will never be with him again.

Lan Xuanhan was a little nervous, his eyes full of anticipation.

Luo Xia pursed her lips, but took the words back, let's talk after dinner, it would be bad to ruin the calm atmosphere just now.

"Nothing, thank you, let's eat."

Luo Xia smiled slightly, although it was a bit reluctant, but for Lan Xuanhan, it was a great reward.

All of a sudden, I feel better.

In the elegant and quiet private room, the candlelight is shining, dark and extraordinarily interesting.

If it was more than two years ago...it would be great if this man could treat her like this.

At least, now she...or maybe not?

It's just that how can Luoxia expect a playboy to take care of her?

After finishing dinner in silence, Luo Xia took out a fragrant tissue, wiped his mouth, and stood up calmly.

Lan Xuanhan had already eaten.

Luo Xia always eats slowly, although she is not in the mood today, she is still barely full.

"Anything else you want to eat?"

Lan Xuanhan smiled, a rare tenderness flashed in his eyes.

Luo Xia shook his head, "No need, I'm full."

Luoxia looked at her plate, although she ate for a long time, the food on the plate didn't move much.

Lan Xuanhan smiled charmingly, and his smile was radiant.

Luo Xia lowered his head and walked out. [

Lan Xuanhan was behind her and hugged her suddenly.

Luo Xia was shocked and immediately wanted to take his hand off.

But Lan Xuanhan pulled her forcefully and turned her body around.

Luo Xia was pressed against the wall and kissed fiercely.

The man's strong breath rushed towards his face, completely different from Bai Anyuan's strong breath...

Bai Anyuan's breath is gentle, even the smell of perfume is faint, not too masculine.

But Lan Xuanhan was different...

Burning in anger, Luo Xia bit hard, tearing Lan Xuanhan's lip.