Spoiling His Wife Too Much: Chief Compulsory Love

"Anyway, my life is ruined in your hands." Yi Xiao said this right in her heart, she wanted to lure her to say this, but this silly girl fell for it, Zhan Yan snickered, Then he said, "So you're in charge."

Zhan Yan looked at Yi Xiao for a while, and said in a particularly aggrieved tone: "Look at you, although your chest is a little smaller, your legs are a little shorter, your mind is a little stupid, you are timid, you cry a lot, and you are self-willed, but I just I can barely accept it."

"Zhanyan, are you finished?"

When Yi Xiaocong entered Zhan's house, it was the first time that he was called by his first and last name, and Zhan Yan's heart trembled when he heard it.

He raised his head, and saw the little girl standing up from the chair, walking in front of him, bending slightly.

There was a faint scent of bathing fragrance coming out of his nostrils, and he was a little crazy.

"Small breasts, short legs, stupid brain, timid and crying, unruly and willful?" Yi Xiao repeated in a long voice, then took the pillow on the sofa and rubbed it twice in his hand: "I have one more Bad, bad, my brother hasn't said anything yet."

Just as Zhan Yan was about to ask something, he saw Yi Xiao in front of him holding the pillow in his hand and slamming his body twice: "That means I'm still very violent!"

Then he raised his leg and kicked his calf, and walked out of the room angrily.

Before Zhan Yan recovered from her inexplicable temper, he saw Yi Xiao return to him, looked down at him, and said angrily: "Brother, let me tell you, in the future you Make fun of me again, and I will ignore you."

"What if, what if it reaches Junpeng's ears..."

Yi Xiao talked to himself in a very small voice, but it fell into Zhan Yan's ears without saying a word, his face darkened: "Yi Xiao, what are you talking about?"

"It has nothing to do with you." Yi Xiao glared at Zhan Yan again, snorted arrogantly while stepping on her slippers, and walked out of the bedroom without looking back.

She didn't see how deep the gaze of the man behind her was.

……

Yi Xiao's dull eyes rolled around twice, and picked up a piece of glass on the ground, which was still stained with Zhan Yan's blood.

Her hands trembled, and the light reflected by the glass seemed to intertwine with Li Junpeng's and Zhan Yan's faces, her lips trembled, she silently said sorry in her heart, and swiped towards her wrist.

……

Two years later

In the spacious hall, the sound of male and female love can be vaguely heard.

On the ground from the front of the door to the leather sofa, scattered all the way are women's clothes, messy and ambiguous.

On the huge sofa, two buttons of the man's shirt were unbuttoned, revealing his muscular chest, while he straddled the woman's body, rubbing her plumpness roughly with his hands.

And the charming woman under him was half lying on the sofa, her sexy arms weakly hooked the man's neck, and she called out in a delicate voice, "Young Master Zhan, don't be here, um... let's go back to the room... "

"Why, can't you bear it like this? Is it comfortable? Baby?"

"Ah—Master Zhan, lighten up, lighten up..."

The conversation that should have been shy was yelled loudly by the two entwined people, for fear that the servants in the villa would not know that they were staged a scene of restricted-rated moments at this moment.

"The prostitute..." Yi Xiao turned over on the bed, grabbed the quilt and covered her head, trying to block her ears from listening to those blushing and heartbeating voices. "Anyway, my life is ruined in your hands." Yi Xiao said this right in her heart, she wanted to lure her to say this, but this silly girl fell for it, Zhan Yan snickered, Then he said, "So you're in charge."

Zhan Yan looked at Yi Xiao for a while, and said in a particularly aggrieved tone: "Look at you, although your chest is a little smaller, your legs are a little shorter, your mind is a little stupid, you are timid, you cry a lot, and you are self-willed, but I just I can barely accept it."

"Zhanyan, are you finished?"

When Yi Xiaocong entered Zhan's house, it was the first time that he was called by his first and last name, and Zhan Yan's heart trembled when he heard it.

He raised his head, and saw the little girl standing up from the chair, walking in front of him, bending slightly.

There was a faint scent of bathing fragrance coming out of his nostrils, and he was a little crazy.

"Small breasts, short legs, stupid brain, timid and crying, unruly and willful?" Yi Xiao repeated in a long voice, then took the pillow on the sofa and rubbed it twice in his hand: "I have one more Bad, bad, my brother hasn't said anything yet."

Just as Zhan Yan was about to ask something, he saw Yi Xiao in front of him holding the pillow in his hand and slamming his body twice: "That means I'm still very violent!"

Then he raised his leg and kicked his calf, and walked out of the room angrily.

Before Zhan Yan recovered from her inexplicable temper, he saw Yi Xiao return to him, looked down at him, and said angrily: "Brother, let me tell you, in the future you Make fun of me again, and I will ignore you."

"What if, what if it reaches Junpeng's ears..."

Yi Xiao talked to himself in a very small voice, but it fell into Zhan Yan's ears without saying a word, his face darkened: "Yi Xiao, what are you talking about?"

"It has nothing to do with you." Yi Xiao glared at Zhan Yan again, snorted arrogantly while stepping on her slippers, and walked out of the bedroom without looking back.

She didn't see how deep the gaze of the man behind her was.

……

Yi Xiao's dull eyes rolled around twice, and picked up a piece of glass on the ground, which was still stained with Zhan Yan's blood.

Her hands trembled, and the light reflected by the glass seemed to intertwine with Li Junpeng's and Zhan Yan's faces, her lips trembled, she silently said sorry in her heart, and swiped towards her wrist.

……

Two years later

In the spacious hall, the sound of male and female love can be vaguely heard.

On the ground from the front of the door to the leather sofa, scattered all the way are women's clothes, messy and ambiguous.

On the huge sofa, two buttons of the man's shirt were unbuttoned, revealing his muscular chest, while he straddled the woman's body, rubbing her plumpness roughly with his hands.

And the charming woman under him was half lying on the sofa, her sexy arms weakly hooked the man's neck, and she called out in a delicate voice, "Young Master Zhan, don't be here, um... let's go back to the room... "

"Why, can't you bear it like this? Is it comfortable? Baby?"

"Ah—Master Zhan, lighten up, lighten up..."

The conversation that should have been shy was yelled loudly by the two entwined people, for fear that the servants in the villa would not know that they were staged a scene of restricted-rated moments at this moment.

"The prostitute..." Yi Xiao turned over on the bed, grabbed the quilt and covered her head, trying to block her ears from listening to those blushing and heartbeating voices.