The CEO's love hunt: the wealthy dote on their wives overnight

"Since I have promised you, I will naturally not renege on the debt, otherwise my reputation as the patriarch will be ruined."

Only then did Ouyang Che heave a sigh of relief. He lifted her chin, looked at her deeply, and rubbed his fingers fondly on her face.

Wushuang looked into his eyes, and his mind stopped thinking.

Just looking at him, only him in his eyes.

"Wushuang, you are mine and will always be mine." Ouyang Che murmured, he approached her face, and kissed her lips slowly. [

Wushuang didn't refuse, his kiss was soft at first, and then became more and more intense.

He hugged her tightly and kissed her almost greedily.

Wushuang's palm rested on his chest, and he felt the wetness on it after a while.

Something flashed in her mind, and she was about to push him away, but he didn't relax at all, and kept licking her mouth with his lips and tongue.

Wushuang struggled hard, managed to avoid his kiss, and had some free time.

"Stop! Your wound is bleeding!"

"Leave it alone." The man's kiss followed like a shadow.

"If you want to... attend the wedding, stop it!"

Sure enough, he stopped and looked at her puzzled.

Wushuang sighed: "Your injury is very serious. If you don't take good care of it these two days, I'm worried that you won't have much energy when you get married."

That's what it meant.

Ouyang Che smiled and said, "Shuang'er, you underestimate me. Not only do I have the energy to attend the wedding, but I also have the energy to bridal chamber. Now I can prove to you whether I have enough energy."

Wushuang's face turned red.

In fact, emotionally, she has always been very simple and easily shy.

Ouyang Che suddenly called her so intimately, she was already embarrassed enough, and he still said that, how would she deal with it...

"I like to see you blushing, especially because of my blushing." The man said with a smile, his soft voice was nice and ambiguous.

Wushuang lowered her eyes and said in embarrassment: "Be serious, if you are not serious, I will leave!"

Ouyang Che was not angry, his phoenix eyes became brighter and brighter.

"Are you willing to leave me here alone?" [

"Why not? Of course I am."

"But, I don't want you to go, so you can't go."

Wushuang is speechless, what kind of law is this!

"Let go of me quickly, let me see your injury."

"No." Ouyang Che hugged her even tighter, buried his head in the socket of her shoulder, and pressed his hot lips against her soft neck.

"Let me hold you for a while."

"No, let go."

"No." His tone was coquettish.

Wushuang thought to himself, he shouldn't have agreed to marry him, you see, he has learned to push his limits now.

"Ache, I'm angry."

"...Okay, I'll let you go. But you have to change my medicine." The man took the opportunity to say.

Wushuang thought, since she was the one who changed it for him, maybe he could change it himself.

Ouyang Che had multiple stab wounds on his body.

The eight patron saints guarding Xuanyuan Sword showed no mercy to him.

There were several stab wounds, deep enough that any deeper would have killed him.

Wushuang bit her lip slightly, and gently changed his dressing.

Ouyang Che looked at her softly and said softly, "Don't worry, it doesn't hurt very much."

How could it not hurt.

In Wushuang's heart, he was both sad and angry.

Angry that he didn't love himself too much.

She lowered her eyes and changed his medicine, then turned around and wanted to leave.