See You Tonight, Master Su

Tonight, he must do everything he can to hurt his little woman. She must fall in love with this kind of thing from now on. When she enjoyed the wonderful taste, he would have a better welfare and realize his long-cherished dream...

With this in mind, Su Minglang went upstairs faster.

However, instead of rushing back to his bedroom, he went to Xiaotaiyang's room first. Standing on the edge of the bed, he bent over to tuck the little boy in, and then touched Xiaotaiyang's small face, which was sleeping soundly and had a smile on it. Only then did he raise his eyebrows and calm his mind.

In the process, he had been thinking of a strategy to deal with that little woman.

Art of war? Thirty-six stratagems?

He thought about it again and again. He felt that not only could he use his methods to deal with the enemy, but he could also use them to deal with this stubborn little woman. She really thought he was a vegetarian...

Well, Su Minglang has always been a vegetarian, but he would never admit it.

Soon, he prepared three plans.

After thinking about it, he checked the doors and windows of Xiaotaiyang's room again and called comrade Shiguang in his study." So, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so

At first, Shiguang didn't understand, but after listening to su Minglang's hesitation and rambling for so long, he knew something even more stupidly - that the boss had a problem with his wife's life.

Knowing what he meant, it was not difficult to do things.

About half an hour later, comrade Shiguang mysteriously rushed to the study and sat upright in front of him.

Of course, he didn't come empty-handed.

Looking at Su Minglang's gloomy face, his cold blood did not dare to reveal too much personal emotion. He placed the three delicate glass bottles that he had specially prepared for him on the desk one by one, then pointed to one of the green bottles and told him.

"This is called a hot spring. It has the effect of soothing and moisturizing."

"What is it? It's called a hot spring." Su Minglang's face was a little hot. In order to hide the embarrassment, he looked at the little green bottle indifferently. His eyes did not meet Shiguang's. He asked in a deep voice, "Are there any side effects?"

"Brother, any drug has side effects."

"Give it back to me with side effects?"

"As long as it's not for long-term use, there's no problem."

With a clear nod, Su Minglang looked at the other red and yellow glass bottles with a serious, professional and critical eye, and continued to'shamelessly ask', "What are these two?"

"One is called wen ruyu, the other is called the heart."

Su Minglang pursed his lips. "Tell me more." It could be seen that these were all the works of Shiguang's experience. I didn't expect this kid to have so many funny names. I wonder if lu tian would laugh when she heard them.

Shiguang looked at him, wanting to laugh, but not daring to laugh. He could only grimace and say, "As the name implies, the flesh of the heart itches and itches so much that it penetrates the heart. Well, Tong Hua will beg you for it."

At this point, seeing su Minglang glare at him, he hurriedly returned to serious scientific questions. "This numbness goes into one's heart. After using it, one's body will go numb. She will do whatever you want. She doesn't feel it, and of course, it doesn't hurt. Just let you..."

"Okay, got it!"

Su Minglang waved his hand and stopped listening. He took a closer look at the three bottles of different colors and put them in his pocket. He pretended to be indifferent and chased Shiguang away with a cold face. Naturally, Shiguang did not refuse. After all, he had to go back to accompany his wife.

Then, with a sigh, he tugged at his collar, sat down and pondered for two minutes before pacing back to the bedroom.

Tong Hua is a good woman.

Although she didn't wait for him to stay up, she left a light orange wall lamp in the bedroom. The light from the wall lamp was not very bright, but when he stood at the door, he could clearly see the little woman sleeping soundly in her bed.

Half of her face was exposed, half of her face was buried in the pillow, her long black hair was like silk, and a greasy white arm was exposed in the air. She curled up and wore a conservative nightgown. But even so, she could still sleep in a soft and beautiful position with a wide frown.

A woman born to be charming.

Step by step, Su Minglang's eyes were dark, misty, gloomy, and a little drunk. In the reflection of a pair of black pupils, the small figure of a little woman was embedded in it.

"Wife!"

Lowering his head, he tucked her in and called out softly.

Tong Hua snorted softly, her delicate brows furrowed, the corners of her lips lifted, her eyes closed, and she fell asleep again in a different direction. A small arc of movement, in the eyes of Su Minglang, who was boiling with anger, was simply too evil.

He sat on the edge of the bed, pursing his thin, cold lips, half closed his black eyes and peering at her face with a burning gaze. His little woman, like a peeled egg cooked in milk, looked white and greasy, making him want to swallow it in one gulp.

She breathed lightly, her eyelashes quivering slightly.

After drinking a little wine, he was already a little hot.

Looking at it this way, every cell heated up, and the light in the bottom of the black eyes became more and more intense.

"Wife..." His eyes darkened, and he called out again. He bent down and kissed her on the forehead. His lips were pressed against the beauty of the square inch, and he smelled the sweet smell of her tiny breath, and he suddenly felt an illusion of being too drunk.

He's drunk!

Are you drunk?!

His stubble chin brushed lightly against her face, and his hand on her body became heavier. He lifted the quilt with his other hand and reached for her curvy mountain peak. Tong Hua let out a small "Whine," and his eyelids moved, as if he had woken him up and yawned.

Su Minglang gave a low laugh, but did not restrain her movements. Instead, her voice, like a kitten, pierced her heart and made it tense.

His eyes flashed, and he leaned over to kiss the corner of her lips.

Tong Hua was only half awake, but now he had completely woken him up. After a couple of "Grunts," she put her small hands on his shoulders, frowning with displeasure, and asked in a daze.

"Why are you drinking?"

"Yes." Su Minglang grabbed her hand and lifted it up. His forehead was against hers. His voice was low and gentle. "Drink a little, honey. I'm confused. Be good... Give it to me, okay?"

He's hooked up again!

Tong Hua's face flushed and his soul returned. She was sleeping soundly just now and was completely woken up by this man. Now that she could smell the wine on his body and the faint smoke in his breath, she frowned and shook her head in disgust at his expectant gaze.

"No, it smells like wine. It stinks."

Although she often called Su Minglang a stinky man, he stinks to death. But in fact, not only was he not smelly, he was also very clean. Although he was not a clean freak, he always put himself in good order, both inside and outside. The sharp smell of the mint water that he used to rinse was mixed with his masculine hormones, which actually smelled good.

These days, she had rejected him more than once or twice. On a normal day, she would refuse, and he would give up after a few twists and turns. But tonight, he looked at the record on Sun Yu's ipad, and with Shiguang's friendly sponsorship, he felt more confident.

And, most importantly, he felt that if he dragged on like this, even if his hair turned white, there would be no progress. So, I have to find a way to do it tonight.

Of course, it was also because Tong Hua's words were worth savoring.

Why didn't she? It was because he smelled of alcohol.

With a beautiful guess in his heart, Su Minglang's mood suddenly brightened up. He raised the corners of his powerful lips and smiled softly. He pecked at the tip of her nose. He quickly took off his clothes and threw them on the sofa in the bedroom, leaving a pair of underpants to walk to the bathroom.

After a few steps, he suddenly realized something was wrong in the room.

It was neater, and the arrangement seemed to have changed.

It was obvious that this room had been rearranged by his little woman. This situation made his mood even better for no reason. What does it prove that a woman is willing to do housework for her family? It proves that she has this family in her heart.

Happily blowing a whistle, he opened the shower and began to sing.

About ten minutes later -

Just as Tong Hua was lying outside, wondering if the guy had taken the wrong medicine, or had sex with a woman, he was so excited that he could hum, Su Minglang's voice came from the bathroom.

"Honey, bring me a pair of underwear."

Eh!

Rolling his eyes, Tong Hua felt that this man was really amazing today.

In the past, when did he finish bathing and go through that thing?! He was happy to wear a bathrobe without straps. He was unhappy to be able to shake the big bird shamelessly. His face was lewd.

When the sun comes out in the west, does ya know how to be shy?

No, not at all.

No matter what she thought, as his serious wife, Tong Hua could not refuse such a reasonable request from her husband. She opened the drawer of her underwear and found that this stinky man was really particular. The lines were neat and tidy, and there were quite a number of them.

She reached out and took one out.

Not only was Su Minglang particular about the exterior, but even the personal clothes were basically custom-made by the brand. In particular, the underpants were tailored to european men's specifications and standards. Just like the one in her hand, there was a dark blue skull in the u-shaped part of the pouch. It was extremely lethal at first sight, and it looked wild and fierce, and it was definitely a large size.

When she saw this object, she thought of it.

Therefore, the determination to "Die" before was irresistible.

Based on her knowledge of Su Minglang, how could it be as simple as taking a pair of pants? With that hesitation, she wandered outside the bathroom for two or three minutes without moving. It was not until Su Minglang urged her inside that she chose a compromise between going and not going.

"Honey, what are you still doing? My husband is done."

Su Minglang's tone was pleasant and steady, unable to detect any evil thoughts.

But she knew that he must have pretended.

"Coming, coming."

She responded to him in a low voice, pulling open the unlocked bathroom door and standing outside, carefully extending her hand out, ready to leave just after him. Sure enough, the man didn't take the "Skull" at all. Instead, he grabbed her wrist, opened the door, pulled her into his arms, and hugged her under the shower with a smile.

"Hubby will wash it for you too."

Tong Hua's pajamas were all wet, frowning, and staring at him angrily. "I washed them. Are you annoying? Still young? You don't have to deal with all these things. What are you doing?"

"What am I going to do?" He accentuated the words and slowly pulled out a charming smile. "Why don't you know?"

Hmph!

She knew he had this in mind.

It's not strange for a man to think about it, but thinking about it all day long makes him a real vagrant.

With that thought in mind, Tong Hua was displeased by his devilish and charming face. But when he held her in his arms, he noticed that the position was too ambiguous. Su Minglang was already naked in the shower, dripping with water droplets on his strong bronze tendons. He had an even stronger masculinity and a beastly aggressiveness, especially the huge donkey hanging monster, which was pointing at her ferociously.

Her throat choked and she felt a familiar sense of suffocation.

"All right, let me go. I'm going out."

"Honey..." Su Minglang held her delicate ear beads in her mouth and whispered the warm air in her ear. "Your little husband is the same as your big husband. He will only love you and won't hurt you again. I'm not afraid."

What bullshit little husband big husband?

It was a pity that this fellow could make such a literary and affectionate remark.

Tong Hua's palm-sized face was so hot that it could fry an egg. The wind swept over him and stabbed him.

"You are shameless."

Stunned for a moment, Su Minglang nodded in agreement and held her wrist tightly. "Yes, I have no face."

"Rogue, let go!"

"Since you are a scoundrel, why should you let go?!"

"You... You...!"

Tong Hua was a little speechless. What did he say to this man seemed useless?

His dark eyes narrowed slightly, and the man chuckled and scratched her face in amusement. Suddenly, he sat on the marble washstand with his little pp that was holding her up. The rough palms of her hands caressed her porcelain skin, and the fingertips seemed to carry some magic power, and a little touch of the past brought a flame. Soon, amid her hesitation and confusion, he had removed her already wet pajamas. He lowered his head, buried it in front of her, and began to nibble and gnaw at her, smacking his lips like a baby and tasting her.

"Su Minglang..." Tong Hua shuddered and pushed his head hard.

"Shh -" the man looked up and shook his head at her. "Don't talk. Close your eyes and let your husband taste you."

Tong Hua was startled by the sparkle in his dark eyes and was about to say no. Not only was her upper body naked, but her poor little wife also quickly separated from her in a flash, leaving her completely exposed in the air from top to bottom, in front of him.

Sensing her embarrassment, Su Minglang chuckled, holding the little woman in his hand, and said jokingly, "Honey, in fact, my husband discovered it a long time ago. You said you were dressed so plainly and elegantly, but you liked this thing very much and took care of it carefully. Why?"

Why? Let him do it!

If it had been just a faint blush, then Tong Hua's face was now completely at a loss where to put it.

That was the truth. She never cared much about her clothes, but she cared about the two things that were close to her. This was her only extravagant hobby. For this matter, this stinking man has made fun of him more than once.

"I like to have a personality. What's wrong? In your way?"

"No, my husband likes it too, but he's very manipulative."

"Scoundrel!" Tong Hua glared at him hatefully. Looking at Su Minglang's evil smile, she wished she could rip his mouth off.

In the end, she added, "I'm too lazy to talk to you." She held his shoulder and tried to jump. But how could she miss a great opportunity to deal with her man tonight? As soon as her arms were crossed, Su Minglang pressed down on her struggling body and used her mouth. With eighteen martial arts, she began to tease her.

Although Shiguang had given him three secret talismans before, but...

He really didn't expect to use that thing unless he had to.

The first is immoral, the second is unhealthy, and the third... Is too damaging to his personal ability.

With this in mind, Su Minglang, who was at the bottom of the list, became more patient than ever. From top to bottom, from head to toe, he skillfully teased her. But she was the one who was flirting, and he was the one who was suffering.! When he got close to her beautiful little flower nest, the two balls of fire melted in his evil eyes. But fortunately, he happened to his little woman, whose flower was like a shy grass, which was also stained with a little dew, which made the flower more beautiful.

His eyes darkened, and he could not help but lower his head and cover it up, playing carefully and patiently.

"Hiss... Su Minglang, you're crazy!"

Tong Hua pinched his head with all her might, trying to pull him up, but how could her little strength be his opponent? Her fingertips were almost white from pinching, but it did not shake the man's persistent flattery.

It had to be said that this move was indeed too weak for her to resist. Or rather, it was a deadly skill for any normal woman, not to mention Su Minglang's skill in getting to know her, getting to know her, and trying to please her. In just two or three minutes, she seemed to have lost her soul, and her breathing became uneven and anxious.

"You crazy... Crazy!"

In her soft and angry scolding, the man pecked at her even harder and suddenly looked up. His black eyes looked at her red cheeks strangely. His eyes were deep and his words were yin and s. "Honey, I'm kissing your mouth. Don't make a scene, eh?"

Kiss? This is also called kissing?