The sweet wife is too sweet: Husband, do you want a hug?

chapter 30
A face so handsome that no one could pick out a single blemish suddenly magnified infinitely in front of his eyes, his fair skin was smoother and more delicate than a woman's, no pores could be seen at all, and his facial features were unbelievably three-dimensional.

Even Tang Xinyan, who had seen many beautiful men since she was a child, couldn't help but miss a beat in her heart.

Taking a closer look, this man is so cold and handsome that he is astonishingly exquisite, he really has 360 degrees, and he can't pick out any flaws.

He was very close to her, and the clear and hormonal smell of his body burst into his nostrils, full of masculinity.

Tang Xinyan's eyes fell on his thin and soft lips, and she asked stiffly, "Handsome driver, you, why do you look familiar? Have we met somewhere?"

Mo Chiwei ignored her, pulled on the seat belt, and put it on for her with a stern expression.

Hearing a slight click, Tang Xinyan realized that he approached her to fasten her seat belt.

Looking at the man who was driving again without looking sideways, Tang Xinyan was a little embarrassed and embarrassed.

Just now she thought that he wanted to take advantage of her?

Leaning on the back of the chair, Tang Xinyan saw that the man was taciturn and obviously didn't want to talk to her, so she wisely stopped saying anything.

Not long after, Tang Xinyan, who was dizzy and heavy, fell asleep in the stable and warm carriage.

Shanhu Garden was the wedding room bought by the Fu family for Tang Xinyan and Fu Sichen. After the two received their certificates, Fu Sichen seldom set foot there. Most of the time, Tang Xinyan lived alone.

The Fu family is one of the most wealthy families in Ancheng, and Shanhu Garden is naturally a luxurious high-end community.

Mo Chiwei drove the car into the community. He glanced at the sleeping Tang Xinyan, and called her with a handsome face, "Tang Xinyan."

Tang Xinyan replied confusedly, "Well, how do you know my name?"

Mo Chiwei didn't answer, he said in an indifferent voice, "Get out of the car."

Tang Xinyan's whole body was limp, her head was as heavy as gold, and she couldn't even raise her eyelids. She murmured confusedly, "I still want to sleep, don't make noise..."

The soft and sweet voice gently plucked Mo Chiwei's heartstrings like a feather, and his indifferent face softened a lot, "Which building do you live in, the specific address."

"Five units 806."

Mo Chiwei got out of the car, opened the door of the passenger seat, took her bag, bent down, and lightly carried out the little woman who was so sleepy that she didn't even know where she was.

She was very light, held in his arms by his slender arms, as if she couldn't feel her weight.

Coming out of the carriage, with the cool night wind blowing, Tang Xinyan unconsciously walked towards his warm chest.

Mo Chiwei looked at the woman whose small face was buried in his neck, his gloomy eyes darkened.

He carried her into the elevator, and when he reached the 8th floor, he found the key from her bag and opened the door.

Carrying her into the bedroom, he saw a portrait of her being intimate with Fu Sichen hanging on the wall. His handsome face was tense, and he threw her on the bed. Just as he was about to get up and leave, she suddenly put her arms around his neck.

Her petite body was enveloped by his tall body, and the two of them were very close. Her thick black and long eyelashes trembled slightly, like a butterfly spreading its wings, carrying a shy beauty.

"let go!"

Tang Xinyan slowly opened her misty beautiful eyes. In a daze, she saw a clear and handsome face in front of her eyes. She frowned slightly, "I remembered, you are the little white face that Western restaurants don't like. .”

Hearing the words "little white face", a dangerous glint flashed across Mo Chiwei's deep eyes.

(End of this chapter)