Lord Wen's goblin is a full-scale boss

Chapter 125 My Wife Always Thinks About Other Men
Before his thin lips touched Wu Yao's blood red lips, his little wife had already pulled away and left.

Sitting on the chair, Fifth Yao's eyebrows and eyes were alluring, but his voice was uniquely cold: "Mr., accept it as soon as you are good."

The implication is that the medicine has been taken, the kiss has been kissed, and if the scale is too big, it will pass.

White porcelain fingers caressed the lips kissed by Fifth Yao, Wen Tao smiled, "Ma'am, is this a reward for not going home for a few days?"

Looking at his little wife, the request she made when we first met appeared in Wen Tao's mind——

"If you don't go back to Wen's house on Monday and Friday, you have to respect me no matter what."

He thought that he respected her enough not to go back to Wen's house on Mondays or Fridays, no matter when or what happened.

He's all about how happy she is!
But it seems that his wife doesn't understand that as a man, he misses his wife.

Especially his little wife is so beautiful, charming and unique, he is even more worried about letting her go out alone.

He suddenly regretted what he had promised her back then.

With his temperament, he should forcibly imprison her by his side, build a golden cage for her, lock her up, and only he can have it.

It's just that his wife is a phoenix soaring in the sky uncontrollably, so he can't let him act like this.

If he really dared to do this, the Wen family would definitely be razed to the ground by her.

Alas, Madam is too strong, sometimes it is a headache!

Su Mu Nanxing found a bag and took away the mountain of rough stones on the table, and immediately there were only two of them left in the big yard.

Fifth Yao looked at Wen Tao, watching his inadvertently provocative movements, "If you think it is, then it is."

Don't look away, Fifth Yao poured the health-preserving tea and handed it to Wen Tao: "Wen Tao, I won't go back to Wen's house, I just don't want to go back."

When Wen Tao took the tea, Wuyao poured himself a cup, took a sip of her red lips, and said in a voice as indifferent as water: "It's time, I will. You don't have to come to me. If you come rashly, it will cause me trouble .”

When she said this, her eyes were like cold pools, without any warmth.

It seems that the warmth and ambiguity of the last second is just Wen Tao's illusion.

It has to be said that Fifth Yao's words have dealt a big blow to Wen Tao.

Folding his hands, Wen Tao's thin lips are tightly pressed, the dyed lips have already returned to a very light lip color, and the phoenix eyes are slightly warm.

He looked at Fifth Yao, and finally compromised: "Madam, but I will miss you."

On the surface, they are husband and wife, and they are very affectionate.

But in fact, he didn't even have the contact information of his wife.

He said 'but I will miss you', as if he could confuse people's hearts, causing Wu Yao to be dazed for a moment.

She looked at him, as if she was looking at him, but not as if she was looking at him, "Since you miss me, why did it take you so long to come to me?"

When Wuyao asked the words, Wuyao snapped back to her senses, and before Wen Tao could explain, she had already said, "I didn't say it to you."

After saying that, Fifth Yao got up: "You wait here, I will let Su Munanxing prepare dinner."

Wen Tao took her hand, and his warm hand touched her warm wrist, he raised his eyes to Wuyao, his eyes were dull: "Madam is thinking about other men through me again?"

Wen Tao who said this, revealed between the lines, an unknown emotion that cannot be explained clearly.

He knew it, always knew it.

I know that the way his wife looks at him sometimes is not right.

He knew that whenever she looked like this, she was looking at others through him.

That person must be extremely important to his wife.

Facing Wen Tao's gaze, Wuyao withdrew his hand, his eyes were cold: "What, are you jealous?"

"I've never been jealous." The sickly and pitiful voice fell, and Wen Tao's voice was cool: "I'm just envious, envious of someone who is missed by Madam, how happy...cough..."

　Good afternoon.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)