Wife Is Too Domineering: Secret Agent's Mad Wife

Chapter 45 If you don't want to murder your husband, you'd better not go off!
Probe grabbed the Sand Eagle under the pillow, Mo Chou closed her eyes slightly and didn't move.

In this house, the only one who can have her room key is Shen Hao except Aunt Liu.

Aunt Liu didn't have time to disturb her. At this moment, Shen Hao was probably the only one who dared to walk into her room like this.

Since this guy doesn't know how to repent, then she has to show him some color.

The door opened slowly, and then a figure walked into Mo Chou's room.

The faint light in the corridor made his shadow a little hazy, and his face was shrouded in darkness, making it hard to see clearly.

Mo Chou's slightly narrowed eyes recognized it, but the figure of the visitor seemed to be a little thinner than Shen Hao's.

She couldn't think of who it was, but Mo Chou didn't act on her own.

The man's steps were calm and deliberate, and his hands were empty.

After gently closing the door, he walked slowly to the head of Mochou's bed, squatted down slowly, and then extended his palm to Mochou's face.

Before the palm touched her face, Mo Chou directly greeted the sand eagle under the pillow and pressed it against the visitor's chest.

"If you don't want my gun to go off, you'd better behave yourself!"

The visitor laughed lightly.

"Little girl, if you don't want to murder your husband, you'd better not go off!"

Lazy baritone, with a bit of arrogance and domineering in the sexy texture, without the slightest bit of timidity.

Even that palm just paused slightly, but without hesitation continued to reach out to Mo Chou's face, and landed gently on her cheek.

"Some things are delayed, I'm late, I'm sorry!"

This sentence, however, contains a bit of distress and doting.

That voice, that voice...

Mo Chou couldn't believe that such a coincidence really existed in the world.

Her body froze, and she let the palm stay on her face for three seconds, before Mo Chou came back to her senses.

Slapping the palm that fell on her face away with one hand, Mochou sat up abruptly and turned on the lamp on the bedside table.

The soft light reflected the man's enchanting face, and there was a narrow smile on the thin red lips.

There was a hint of concern in those dark brown lazy cat-like eyes.

(End of this chapter)