The President's Exorbitant Wife

"Young Master Yue!" Mu Nuanxin was frightened by his enthusiasm, widened a pair of dark beautiful eyes, and looked at him in panic.

"Idiot, close your eyes when kissing." He scolded unpleasantly, deepening the kiss again.

Mu Nuanxin immediately closed her eyes nervously, a pair of small hands tightly grabbed his clothes and tightly surrounded her with the breath that belonged to him, making her mind dizzy...

The moment the elevator door opened, he kindly ended the kiss. A light but bright crimson smeared on her fair cheeks, fascinating his eyes. He picked her up again and strode into the living room.

"Go take a bath first, and I'll cook you some hangover soup, otherwise you'll have a headache tomorrow." Mu Nuan looked at him worriedly and said, her heart beating wildly.

"Okay!" He agreed with a rare good temper, put her on the sofa, turned around and walked into the bathroom.

Mu Nuanxin watched him leave, and finally breathed a sigh of relief. She beat her numb leg a few times, and then slowly stood up and went to the kitchen to start cooking sober soup for him.

After the sobering soup was cooked, she carefully poured the soup into the bowl and heard the sound of the door opening outside. She knew that he had returned to the bedroom after taking a shower. She waited for the soup to cool before serving. got up and walked out of the kitchen.

In the bedroom, Long Qingyue was half-reclining on the couch, with no clothes on, only a thin quilt covering her waist, water drops still dripping from her hair and body, and her brows were still frowning, as if she was uncomfortable. look.

Mu Nuanxin's heart suddenly tightened, she quickly walked to the couch to put down the soup, and asked nervously, "Are you still uncomfortable?"

"It's okay, it's just a little headache, it's an old problem, it's okay." He opened his eyes and stared at her and replied.

Mu Nuanxin frowned when she heard it. Is it an old problem?Does that mean he has had a headache all these years?

She pursed her lips in discomfort, picked up the hangover soup, blew it, tasted it herself, and then handed it to him, "Drink it, the temperature should be just right."

Long Qingyue watched her carefully pursing her lips to test the temperature, her heart softened, as if she was touched by something, and in her expectant gaze, she said, "You feed me!"

Mu Nuanxin was slightly startled, and whispered, "Then I'll get a spoon."

Just as she was about to leave, he grabbed her wrist, and the bowl in her hand almost spilled. She exclaimed and looked at him puzzled.

He stared at her deeply, and there was a feeling in those deep black eyes that she could never understand, "I want you to feed me with your mouth..."

"..."

Mu Nuanxin only felt her heart beating wildly in an instant, and her cheeks began to burn. She opened her big black eyes in shock, and stammered, "Using... with your mouth?"

"Yeah." He nodded seriously, looking at her pink lips that were softer than petals, his Adam's apple couldn't help rolling up and down.

Her taste was so beautiful that he couldn't help himself... Before Mu Nuanxin refused, he said quietly, "Hey, I'll consider letting your family meet Mu Luozhong tomorrow."

After hearing his words, Mu Nuanxin's body froze. Can he really meet his father?This is the dream of their family.

"You have to talk."

"certainly……"