Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang!

Half an hour later, Ye Mubai sent Xiang Nan to the school, and he got out of the car and carried Xiang Nan in.

The kid Ye Xiangnan looked at his father, his eyes widened, "Dad!"

"If you have something, I will tell you tonight. Now go to morning class, Ye Xiangnan, you are a boy, do you understand what father means? Whose fault is that the homework is not written?" He looked at his son sternly.

Ye Xiangnan's small mouth opened, and then he muffled: "It's my own fault, it has nothing to do with my mother."

Ye Mubai stretched out his hand and touched his son's hair: "Finally, I still have some spine. Go in! Go back to get a meal at night, okay? Boy..."

"I know, no pain, no crying." Xiangnan sniffed, "Goodbye Dad."

Ye Xiangnan ran in. Ye Mubai watched for a while before getting into the car. He hadn't seen Ye Xiu for many days. He opened the door of the back seat and hugged Ye Xiu out and kissed him: "Send you back to grandma's house. "

Ye Dian's eyes widened: "The baby wants to go home."

Although grandma is very good, she also likes grandma especially, but she wants to be with her parents.

Ye Mubai was stunned for a moment, but still agreed, "Okay, dad call grandma and tell her, shall we go after the night fennel for a while?"

Xiao Ye Ding nodded happily.

Ye Mubai put her back in her seat, looking at Wen Yuan a little deeply, Wen Yuan licked her lower lip, "You send me to the hotel, where my car is."

He ignored her and closed the car door.

Wen Yuan was a little boring, until he got in the car and buckled the seat belt, he said quietly: "I will let the driver drive back, and you will return the car key to Lao Zhao."

Wen Yuan didn't object any more, making Xiangnan be late and not doing homework enough to send her to the eighteenth hell, as if she had always been a bad mother.

Wen Yuan didn't say anything. He drove the car back to the villa. He didn't see Ye Xiu for a long time, so he didn't go to the company. He just took Ye Xiu to play, and Xiao Ye Xiu lay on him to sleep when he was tired.

Ye Mubai carried the little guy into the children's room, looked at it quietly for a while before returning to the master bedroom.

Wen Yuan leaned on the sofa in front of the floor-to-ceiling window to read a book. He walked in and slowly unbuttoned the cufflinks of his shirt, revealing his beautiful wheatish skin.

Before Wen Yuan could react, he stretched out his hand and dragged her up, clasping her in his arms, his voice was hoarse and hoarse, "All the smell of alcohol! Go wash it."

"Don't worry about it." She put her hands on his shoulders and pushed him, but instead of pushing away, both fell on the sofa. He bent his legs just to trap her under him.

"Ye Mubai, are you going to be rough with me again?" She turned her head, her eyes red.

He stuck to her ear and whispered, "Can you tell me what you did last night?"

She refused to say, nor did she want to say.

Ye Mubai raised his eyes, stared at her for a while, got up slightly and began to unbutton her.

Wen Yuan's face was buried in the pillow, and his voice trembled, "Ye Mubai, don't do this to me."

He unbuttoned the button while whispering: "You are my wife, why can't I touch you."

His hand touched Wen Yuan's shoulder, and she shrank a little and buried her face deeper: "Go to bed."

She still gave in, because she was not his opponent at all, and it was useless for her to resist, he would only make her cry and hurt her stronger and rudely.

But now he wants to ask her to **** her on the sofa and make her cry. He deliberately left her with nothing left, but he is neat and tidy, which means more shame...

Wen Yuan said no, he had already acted on her, and she cried at that moment.

They hadn't been together for many days. He was very anxious. He didn't torture her slowly as usual, but it wasn't too rough and wouldn't cause her too much pain. Wen Yuan buried his face and cried.

Ye Mubai's voice was rustling, "Don't cry, huh?"

She was still crying, her hair covering half of her face, and her nose was red from crying.

He felt a little soft in his heart, with an incredible feeling. He stretched out her hair and kissed her nose, then kissed her red lips for a long time before he whispered: "Does it make you uncomfortable?"

She turned her face away, her profile was very moving, and her red lips were slightly open and her voice was rustling and tempting; "I don't want to tell you."

"Then who do you want to tell, eh?" He embraced her slender body, satisfied with what he was holding.

Wen Yuan bit his lip and did not speak, silently accepting him.

Then she cried again, why is he okay?

Ye Mubai stuck to her ear bones, her voice was low and hoarse, "Why don't you call, Wen Yuan, I like to hear you call out, eh?"

She felt ashamed and tortured by her husband pressing on the sofa in the bedroom during the day, especially when Ye Xiu was still at home. He probably felt her thoughts. He chuckled, "Ye Xiu is asleep. She couldn't hear the sound."

Wen Yuan finally opened his eyes, and then he was stunned, his expression was very magical...

He kissed her and said blankly: "Do it again?"

Wen Yuan was lying on his stomach, with his head buried in the pillow, still crying low.

He covered her back, biting the soft flesh behind her ear, "It's been so many days, Wen Yuan, do you miss me, eh?"

She didn't say a word, he didn't let her go and started torturing her again, while warmly saying: "But I miss you, do you feel it?"

His thought was Yuwang, and Wen Yuan only felt ashamed.

From noon until it was getting dark, Ye Mubai let her go.