Girl Forced to Marry Her Sister's Husband: The President's Private Treasure

Chen Jue (with a straight face): "If it's useful to call my husband, why do you need the police? Huh?"

Huanyan blushed: "Hate!"

"Hey, hey, you have to speak conscientiously as a woman, why do I hate it, where do I hate it?" Situ Chenjue suppressed a smile.

"I said you hate it, but you hate it. The so-called honest officials can't solve housework. Why did you call the police, Uncle Cha?"

"Oh, that's what my wife said!"

The more Situ Chenjue looked at her, the cuter she looked. He put down his hand peeling the shrimp, and wanted to reach out to give this little woman a good hug, but found that his hands were full of soy sauce, vinegar and shrimp skin...

How dare you rub against her white clothes?

I hurriedly looked for napkins everywhere, but I couldn't find the napkins for a while.

Xie Ma saw the two of them talking to each other in the restaurant, so she went back to the kitchen very quickly.

Situ Chenjue was helpless and couldn't find a napkin, so he could only stretch out one arm, looking at his dirty paws and the little woman in his arms, helpless.

Huan Yan lay in Situ Chenjue's arms for a long time, greedily breathing in his breath, feeling almost drunk.

However, he thought that according to his habit, he would immediately hug her and touch her, but he didn't feel his movements for a long time...

——What's the matter? ? ? ?

Looking back suspiciously, he saw the president Situ Chenjue stretching out a dirty hand, looking for tissues everywhere, but he couldn't find them for a long time. He was helpless!

Huanyan couldn't help but gritted her teeth, stomped her feet, and scolded him softly in his arms: "What are you doing, still, no, come, come, hug, me!"

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"I...I want to hug you too!" Situ Chenjue continued to look for the napkin in a daze.

"And then?" Huanyan resisted the urge to hit the pig's head.

"...I want to hug you too, but my hands are so dirty that I will stain your clothes. Be good, wait until I wipe my hands clean before hugging you, okay?"

"No!" Huanyan Niu lost his temper, pouted his mouth, and clutched the shirt on Situ Chenjue's chest with his small hands very unhappy: "Hey, why are you so cowardly today? It takes a long time for you to hug your wife." I don't want to hug, but I still want to wipe my hands, what is there to wipe!"

"But...but that's very ungentlemanly, it will stain your clothes!"

"I don't care, if it gets dirty, it gets dirty, I want you to hug me right now!"

As soon as Huanyan's stubborn temper came up, she had the air of a queen, even the president of Situ Chenjue would be willing to bow down.

With a sigh, his entire face softened, and his heart melted like water. He stretched out his dirty paw, patted Huanyan's back lightly, and whispered in her ear: "I said, woman , why are you such a little woman today! You miss me so much when you don’t see me for a day, huh?”

He put his forehead against hers, and rubbed his face against hers, like two fluffy little bears.

The two felt as if their hearts had never been so close.

At this moment, facing a messy table, Xiaopi, the two of them felt as if they were in the sweetest and most dreamy palace, as if they were surrounded by the aroma of roses.

Xie Ma silently poked her head out from the kitchen, thinking: Hey, it's good that the young mistress is back!Even if the young master destroys a kitchen, so what!As long as the young master is happy, there is nothing wrong with it.