Explosive cute wife: black-bellied husband, please respect yourself!

Chapter 215 The Pisces in the Water Bottle (1)

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In the luxurious palace bedroom, the wall lamps cast dim light.

boom--

Yan Chuyan was pushed onto the soft western-style palace bed by the man, and Beiming Haoting's eyes were blazing with sullen flames, and his tall and straight figure swept over like a violent storm.

"I was beaten by that grandson, but you still protect him!" He put his hands on both sides of her head, his blue eyes, like a falcon, fixed on her small face.

Yan Chuyan's small body was completely covered by his tall shadow.

"It was you who spoke out first!" Yan Chuyan had a preaching look on his face, and there was no fear in his calm eyes.

"You're right!"

Beiming Haoting roared angrily, and then licked the corners of her mouth. The salty blood taste spread from the tip of her tongue, and she leaned down suddenly, covering her lips forcefully with a strong male hormone breath.

"Hmm...don't!" Yan Chuyan reflexively pushed him away, got out from under his arms, and jumped off the bed with lightning speed, "Beiming Haoting, can you restrain your temper and stay still?" It's going to happen!?"

"Are you hiding from me?" His hoarse cold voice sounded low, and his deep blue eyes fixed on her, dark and dark.

It was empty, and my heart seemed to be severely torn by an invisible hand.

"Take care of yourself, I'm leaving."

After finishing speaking, Yan Chuyan pursed her lips, stared at his handsome face again, then turned and left.

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The huge palace bedroom was dead silent.

Beiming Haoting's fragmented eyes stared at the closed antique mahogany carved door, the dim light reflected on the doorknob, refracting broken light.

The bone-piercing pain hit the chest, and the whole body was chilled.

"Ah——" Beiming Haoting's body shook, and the tense strings in his mind almost broke.

Knock knock knock!
"Yaner~"

Hearing the knock on the door, Beiming Haoting's heart instantly revived, with inexplicable joy and happiness lingering in his heart, he rushed over to open the door.

"Mr. Beiming, I'm here to clean the room." The maid in a ruffled skirt bowed her head and greeted respectfully.

"You're not her..." Beiming Haoting hummed in a low voice, "Get lost!"

Seeing this, the maid was slightly taken aback, with a dazed expression on her face.

But the master didn't dare to disobey the order, so he picked up the vacuum cleaner and left carefully.

"Trash? Gifts?" Beiming Haoting suddenly remembered something, and rushed to the dressing table.

Slightly bowing his head, the Christmas gift that Yan Chuyan wanted to give him was still quietly lying in the trash can.

Staring at the light blue butterfly wrapping paper gift box, complex dark lights flickered in his eyes.

In the next second, the cat demon king gracefully bent down, grasped the box with his bony long fingers, paused for a moment, and immediately picked it up.

"What did the stupid woman give you?" A certain cat threw the gift it took out of the trash can onto the dressing table with a look of disgust, then turned and walked into the bathroom.

handwashing.

Squeeze out the hand sanitizer again and again.

disinfect.

Even though the trash cans are brand new.

Sanitize your hands thoroughly, as if worried about catching some deadly virus.

flush.

After repeating the washing process N times, a certain cat took out a pair of white gloves.

Put it on gracefully, as if you are going to identify a treasure.

With a shining halo above his head, the cat demon king exuded the aura of a king, and stepped out of the bathroom door majestically.

The wrapping paper of the gift box was peeled off layer by layer, and a crystal clear crystal glass bottle jumped into view.

(End of this chapter)