Sweet Wife, be Good!

He Birong lowered her head.

Mrs. He said: "Look at him, Baba looked for an opportunity to let Butler Luo have to resign under his nose. I can't blame him for a while."

"Mom, I am also for Shanshan. I have no children, and I regard Yiming and Shanshan as my own children. I am dedicated to them and also for the sake of my own future getting old, so I can rely on them."

Mrs. He sighed and said, "That can't be forced."

Seeing that her mother agreed with her approach, He Birong smiled and said, "After that, I don't intend to force it. Slowly, I can always think of other ways."

"Well, don't offend Jingyu." Mrs. He always loves her children.

"That reporter, do you want to..."

Mrs. He said, “Forget it, it’s not a bad thing to let Yiming get in touch with women more. You will know how good a woman is after you have touched it. Anyway, the person who will get married in the future may not necessarily be her.”

He Birong was always thinking of He Ning in her heart.

He Ning's appearance caused a thorn in her heart, which made her feel uncomfortable, and her mood fell into a deep valley.

Shen Jingyu and He Ning got into the car.

He said to Qin Zheng, who was driving, "By the way, remember to tell Mrs. Li that Li Tianguang and his female secretary also have a leg."

"Yes." Qin Zheng's heart tightened as he drove, this master really couldn't offend him.

Borrowing Mrs. Li's hand, steward Luo was driven away, and now I have to borrow her hand to drive away the female secretary.

Anyone who provokes him does not know how he died.

Sending Ye Shu to the hotel, Shen Jingyu and He Ning returned to the villa.

Both of them didn't eat much at the dinner, so when they got home, they went to the table first.

He Ning sighed softly: "It turns out that people from the He family..."

"What?" Shen Jingyu raised his eyebrows slightly, and looked at her lightly.

"They are all not easy to touch." He Ning felt very real, and it was fine for He Yiming to dislike her before.

Tonight, that Aunt He also looked at her uncomfortably, and made her feel like a man on her back, making her restless in her heart.

Shen Jingyu's palm covered her hand: "Next time, we won't go to any house."

"Yeah." He Ning smiled crookedly.

"Also, the question you just mentioned... Does every man yearn for three wives and four concubines."

The corners of He Ning's lips curled up and looked at him.

"I don't know others, I am not anyway."

He Ning squeezed a chopsticks dish into his bowl, as if nothing could be done for him, so a little bit of heart was good.

She was so embarrassed and pretty that she actually tightened and tightened his body.

The smile line on Shen Jingyu's lips gradually rose, and she reached out and pulled her into her arms: "I don't want to eat anymore..."

Looking at the deep meaning in his eyes, He Ning understood what he wanted, but said, "But you have to eat first, or you won't have a stomachache."

He knew he had eaten enough, and it was time to taste her dessert.

He lowered his head, his thin lips captured the red lips, his lips were entangled, and his breathing became heavy.

No doubt, he picked her up, let her slender legs straddle his waist, and went straight upstairs.

Her taste was so good that he couldn't help but stand and sit all kinds of times.

He Ning was so tired that his waist was sore and his legs were soft before the calculation was finished.

The thick curtains were closed, the last bedside lamp was turned off, and the room became gloomy.

Shen Jingyu's arms were bent around her waist.