CEO Daddy and his Beloved Wife

Lu Shen didn't know whether he was angry that he didn't work out, or that he was angry that miguo'er was really sleeping so hard. When he began to apply the medicine, he retaliated a little.

In his sleep, miguo'er frowned tightly. He was obviously very tired, but he didn't wake up. He just kicked his feet dishonestly.

Because subconsciously afraid of hitting miguo'er, Lu Shen Leng instinctively didn't dodge. Miguo'er's little foot just kicked Lu Shen's face.

"Well..."

Without any sense, migao'er seems to feel that he has stepped on something, and his feet are not light or heavy. However, he still doesn't wake up. He continues to fall asleep deeply, but his feet are put on the man's face and don't know how to take them back.

Lu Shen's face was as black as the bottom of the pot. He raised his hands tremblingly and held the woman's delicate white feet.

Want to force, want to pinch off a woman's slender ankle, but see a woman's face in sleep, with a touch of charming, more too vulgar, less too light, so beautiful face, delicate face, Enron's appearance, how long has he not seen?

How long has he not seen such a clean face, delicate little face and safe appearance?

Lu Shen pinched it with a heavy heart. At last, he gently put back Miguel's little foot and finished smearing the medicine for her. Finally, he covered her with a quilt. Lu Shen got up, changed his clothes and went out of the door.

Before closing the door, I finally looked at the shadow on the bed.

Looking back again, the warmth of the man's eyes will be washed away. It seems that it never appears.

He is still the cold and indifferent Lu Shen.

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it's almost dinner time after Miguel wakes up.

Looking at the dark sky outside, miguo'er felt dizzy.

Just inexplicably, the original pain on the body has been reduced a lot, cool and even very comfortable.

A trace of doubt flashed through the bottom of my eyes. Miguel stood up and looked at his traces. The scene of yesterday in his mind was clearly in front of his eyes again.

His face turned red.

I can't tell the difference between more pain and more shame.

Miguel shook his head.

Don't think about the pictures!

Get up, quickly went to the bathroom to wash the body, and then come out to put on the clothes, Migo son just feel hungry chest close to the back.

The body is like this, don't say she hasn't eaten for a day, really don't need Lu Shen much torture, she almost died.

He opened the door and went out, empty and empty.

Down the stairs, Miguel just wanted to go to the kitchen direction, do something, the figure of the old housekeeper ghost like don't know when and where suddenly came out.

"Let me know what you want to eat, madam, and I'll let the chef do it."

Aware of her intention, the old housekeeper said respectfully.

Hearing the old housekeeper's address, Miguel didn't know where to put his hands and feet, and his whole body was full of uncomfortable smell.

"Ah I, I can cook a porridge myself. You don't have to worry about me. Oh, by the way, you don't have to call me madam. I'm not a little madam either. "

Some incoherent, Miguel can't help biting himself.

Lu Shen is not here again. How can she be in a hurry here?