The reborn wife is about to turn over

Chapter 254 Yi Nanchen You Yin Me
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"What are you doing.

Su Xinge felt the chilly aura around Yi Nanchen's body suddenly soared, he shrank his neck, and was about to withdraw his hands and escape, but unexpectedly, his movement was half a beat slow, and Yi Nanchen suddenly lifted his chin, and kissed him immediately.

Yi Nanchen wrapped Su Singer in his arms like a silkworm chrysalis with both hands and feet, like the sweetness of spring water, the fragrance like morning dew, the extremely clear smell slowly bloomed between their lips and teeth, comforting each other unconsciously Deep down, a cranky soul yearns for warmth.

From the initial anger and shame gradually transformed into a warm tangle, the careful care was so sincere, Su Singer temporarily announced his brain to ask for leave, and the space was blank, even some of the black things that inevitably lay in her heart that she cared about the most Toxins have to be forgotten for the time being...

Emotional kiss.

Su Singer refused to admit it, at most he was bitten gently by a dog.

So, when Yi Nanchen let go of his lips and looked directly into her eyes with eyes so gentle that dripping honey, Su Singer's first reaction was, why was he bitten by a dog again?

His face darkened, and he was about to speak out, but there was a wry smile on the corner of the man's lips. He hugged her tightly in his arms, combed the curly waist-length hair with his fingers, rubbed it gently, and sighed helplessly. Said: "Gege, listen well, I will never let go of you. It is not difficult to wash your hands and cook for you, it is not difficult to wash your clothes and wipe your body, and it is not difficult to be your driver or porter..."

It’s okay to cook, three meals a day, it’s something to consider...

Laundry is fine, his wife's sexy underwear, he is willing to serve; as for bathing and wiping, that's what I wish for; the function of being a driver is naturally to stop those men who covet his wife from moving forward; as for the porter, his hands, Of course it's Ruan Yu Xinxiang who only knows how to move wives...

Su Singer's brain was completely stunned, and he was still immersed in the soft and smoky affectionate confession of a certain man, completely ignoring his soft murmur like talking to himself: "However, the fourth clause of the contract and the punishment The fourth method still needs to be changed.”

It’s okay to be one meter away from you, but only when I’m in danger; punishing me is okay, but dissolving the marriage is impossible. As for remarrying with Ningning, that’s even more unnecessary.

Su Singer didn't hear what he was talking about, but felt that even the hardest rock would turn into a stream in the bright brown eyes that were bent like a bright moon and soft like an eternal stream.

She just felt as if she had been hypnotized by someone, she lost her breath, mechanically picked up the pen on the table, and under someone's satisfied lips, she changed the above two words that someone swore to oppose... terms.

When Su Singer came back to her senses as if waking up from a big dream, she followed someone's eyes to the familiar handwriting on the changed unequal treaty, and she finally realized that she seemed to have missed something serious: "Also Nan Chen, you're bullying me."

Not a question but a statement.

"No, how could I be willing to bully you? Wife, let's go home, I will cook dinner for you for your husband, and take a bath and wipe yourself."

Even though Su Singer was unwilling, even though she was angry, she still pretended to compromise when she thought of the ancient teaching that a big girl can make trouble if she can't bear it. Anyway, her goal is not here.

Finally returned home.

Yi Nanchen smiled all over his face, Su Xinge put his hands on his hips, and began to exercise the rights in the contract.

Bring the wallet, the servant is on vacation, the washing machine is temporarily on strike...

It seems that the refrigerator is empty, it doesn’t matter, we now have free labor and unlimited cash machines; it seems that my son’s pencil is gone, it doesn’t matter, the driver will make another trip; The uncle in the kitchen works again; a certain woman covers her stomach and her eyebrows are crooked with laughter, and a certain man bends his waist wiping his sweat, okay, Su Singer, I can't beat you during the day, and can't beat you at night?

Yi Nanchen accepts his fate, but the housework from sunrise to sunset, which is several hours more than going to work, is really not his strong point. The hand hurts, the back hurts, and when he rolls his eyes, he wants to be lazy and rub his wrists. Xixi rushed to a certain Su who was watching the series at eight o'clock with Erlang legs up, "Honey, my hand hurts."

Su Singer glanced suspiciously at his wrist, which was the same as his own small arm, and asked, "Where does it hurt?"

Yi Nanchen blinked and handed his right hand in front of her, Su Xinge curled his lips, thinking it was only the first day after all, don't use it up and you won't be able to use it tomorrow, his heart softened, he rubbed it for him for a while, and asked: " Is it still hurting?"

Yi Nanchen nodded, kneaded for a while, and asked again: "Does it still hurt?"

He nodded again, and Su Xinge became furious, and shouted at Xiao Yining who was sitting on the sofa playing games: "Son, bring the knife."

Yimou shrank his hand, Su Singer parted his cheeks and smiled at him: "Does it still hurt?"

Yi Nanchen shook his head, "It doesn't hurt anymore."

"It really doesn't hurt anymore?"

"Yes, it doesn't hurt anymore."

"Really? Are you sure?"

"Yes, really, sure."

"Okay, let's go cook. I want to eat mapo tofu. After cooking, wash the dishes and wash the clothes in the bucket upstairs."

Yi Nanchen who left staggered...

Standing up quickly, he stretched out his index finger and dug his ears. Why is the sound insulation effect of this house so good?What did the wife say just now?It seems that I didn't hear clearly...

The industrious Secretary Chen got off the car assigned by the company with a pile of urgent documents. This winter, she was so driven that she was sweating. The outsiders envied that her salary was higher than that of the boss of a small company. But who knows what kind of devastation she suffered from the labor intensity and mental intensity of the day and night?
As soon as I arrived at the company in the morning, I received a special call from my immediate boss. Starting today, urgent documents will be sent to Yijia by a special car. Months later, it was time to relocate to a new office.

Secretary Chen adjusted his crooked glasses on the bridge of his nose, took out a hand from the pile of documents as high as a hill, and rang the doorbell next to the gate. She knew that her boss had recently spent all her time chasing after the boss of Laiying Pavilion. Could it be this Finally got the beauty back?So even the office is moved to the home?

(End of this chapter)