Mr Bo's Spoiling His Sweet Wife

You go, I'm not reluctant to part with you.

Since then, no one can hold me!

Tang poetry left that day, resulting in countless days and nights of regret.

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when Tang Shi came home, it was Tang Wei who opened the door, and Su Qi wanted to pick him up. The little boy's eyes are full of light, obviously very proud, "Mommy, I saw you on TV!"

Tang Shi came in with a smile, changed her high-heeled shoes, and supported Cong Shan's body. Tang Wei looked back and forth at Cong Shan. "Why didn't my uncle go on TV today?"

"Well?" It seems to be the same, Tang poetry found Cong Shan did not accept an interview with the media.

Congshan is just a light sentence, "don't like exposure." That's how it covered up the past.

Tang Shi enters the room, and Tang Wei follows in. She changes her clothes and comes out wearing a set of pajamas. In a twinkling of an eye, Cong Shan has fallen asleep against the sofa. He is leaning on the cushion on his side. He is very innocent and innocent.

"Is my little uncle too tired?"

Tang Wei asked Tang poetry softly.

Tang Shi nodded, "yes, let's not disturb him. Let's eat noodles and sleep tonight."

Tang Wei was very obedient. Tang Shi ordered a bowl of egg noodles for him. After that, he took a bath and went to bed. When he came out of the bath, he saw Cong Shan still sleeping on the sofa. Tang Shi was wearing pajamas with water dripping from the tip of his hair. After hesitating for a while, he took out a blanket from the room.

She came forward with a blanket in her hand and gently covered Congshan's body.

However, it was this action that suddenly woke Cong Shan out of his sleep. He was like a precision machine that had been running all the time. Once any force was exerted on the outside world, he immediately triggered the body's warning system. He sprang up, seized the hand of Tang Shi and pressed her whole body under him.

Cong Shan's soft body makes Cong Shan stupefied, and only when he reacts does he find that Tang poetry is under him.

At the moment, the living room is silent. The moonlight shines through the French windows. The two people's postures are extremely ambiguous. Cong Shan puts his hands on the face of Tang poetry and looks at each other. At that moment, his heart suddenly misses a beat.

It's like stepping on a staircase.

Under him, the delicate skin of Tang poetry was lined with the cool, thin moonlight as white as a porcelain doll. She was blankly opening her eyes and looking at the bush like a suddenly fierce lion, with her mouth open, she was scared.

They looked at each other for a long time, and Tang poetry frowned slightly.

She seemed to have found something, and her mood flitted through her watery eyes, and then turned to nothingness for a moment.

In this way, she makes Congshan a little bit defensive.

"I If you fall asleep, I'm afraid you'll catch cold... " Tang Shi didn't want to be silent any more, so he first found a topic and pointed to the blanket that had been thrown to the ground, "so I want to cover you with a blanket..."

Congshan climbed up from Tang poetry with his forehead, "sorry, instinctive reaction."

Instinctive response?

Tang Shi looked at him suspiciously, and then asked, "have you practiced?"

Congshan Mou Guang a Lin, but a moment was pressed down again, he asked vaguely, "eh?"

"I mean, what have you practiced Taekwondo, judo or something

"Close combat."

Also did not want to hide, Cong Shan jumped out of the sofa, picked up the blanket from the ground, hung it on his hand, and then kneaded Tang Shi's hair, "go in and sleep, I'm just sleepy."

This change of attitude is not the same person as he started to hit people just now.

Tang Shi watched Cong Shan walk in with a puzzled look. His straight back was thin but strong. It was like a figure that could only be trained by people who had been beaten by countless punches.

Tang Shi touched his chin and asked if Congshan's family would be the kind of martial arts museum that was linked to the Japanese benzene people?

But she didn't think much about it. It was like an episode. She went back to the house and closed the door. At the sound of the door closing, Cong fir in the other room breathed a sigh of relief.

For a long time, the man looked at the blanket in his hand and grasped it as if he were holding a deadly rope.

Fingers, unconsciously clench.