Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife

He stared at the table for a few seconds, annoyed and blamed.

The shoes couldn't be changed, and one step out of the porch, looking at the sofa.

The petite people nest in the corner of the sofa, a small ball, if you do not look carefully, I'm afraid you won't find it.

"Well," Ming Ansheng stepped closer to Su Shi's side and shouted, he bent over and stretched out his hand, took her up, and held it in his hand.

Such a large movement woke Su Shi up.

Su Shi opened her eyes stupidly, and saw the familiar face, she muttered, "Why are you uncle Ming shut down?"

It was as if talking about a dream, and she lowered her head again after closing her eyes, and closed her eyes and did not respond.

Ming Ansheng couldn't bear it, but he couldn't control it, couldn't control the miss of her, the pain of her, the love of her ...

He clasped her petite body tightly with both hands, soft lips, and held her smooth and plump face, "Well, get up and accompany me for a candlelight dinner, okay?"

Su Ying slept soundly, and felt that Ming Ansheng was annoying to speak in her ear. She reached out and pushed him, "No, I want to sleep, don't make me noisy."

"Well, eat with me, or I won't let you sleep." Ming Ansheng said, bending over, putting Su Shi down, and then his tall and heavy body pressed on her.

No matter how sleepy he was, he couldn't sleep.

Su Yan opened her eyes and frowned at the man who pressed on her. "Well, you haven't come back until now. It's cold, everything is cold, and my heart is cold."

Saying she was pouting, looking away in anger and not looking at An Sheng.

Ming Ansheng held her little face in both hands and looked at her with a smile. "I'm not good. I apologize to you. I'll punish three cups for a while, okay?"

Su Shi slammed back: "Three cups are not enough. One bottle is required."

The three cups of punishment were too light. She prepared for a whole day, and her heart became warm with a little bit of cold.

The injury on my hand still hurts.

Ming An Sheng frowned, looking at Su Shi uncertainly, "Do you really want me to punish a bottle?"

In his deep black eyes, slyness was hidden.

Where did Su Shi see what Ming Ansheng was thinking, and she could still hold the soy sauce bottle with her mouth open, she said: "One bottle, one bottle is required, bargaining is not allowed, or two bottles.

"Okay." Ming Ansheng nodded, then reached out and poked gently on Su Shi's forehead. "Little thing, don't regret it for a while."

Su Shi snorted coldly, "Hum, why should I regret it."

Ming Ansheng smiled slyly, did not answer Su Shi, bowed her head and kissed her, then rolled over to the ground.

Then he bent down again, hugged Su Shi, and strode to the dining table, "You accompany me."

To match the feeling of having a candlelight dinner, Su Shi left only two chairs next to the dining table, and moved the rest of the chairs elsewhere.

Ming An Sheng pulled away and put Su Shi down.

Then he lowered his head and kissed her forehead. "Baby, I'll wash my hands."

Talking about his tall body, he stood up and walked towards the bathroom.

Su Shi looked at Ming Ansheng's tall back. What awkward, what did Uncle Ming call her just now?

Baby?

After learning about it, Su Shi felt that all the goosebumps on her body had exploded, and her full face instantly covered with redness.

When Ming Ansheng came out, he saw Su Shi staring at him with a blushing face. He didn't know what he was thinking, and looked very shameless.