MTL - Addicted To Favoritism, the Reborn Sweet Wife is So Sweet-Chapter 73 good fragrance

   Chapter 73 Good Fragrance

   Mu Xingwan was close to his body, and could clearly feel the man's reaction and the hand he couldn't wait to climb on the rock.

   It's not that he won't kiss enough, but that he can't help it. Here... Ji Yan will come in at any time.

   Her push and refusal action triggered the man to hunt himself, and her arms tightened to prevent her from retreating half a point.

With a    "squeak", the study door was suddenly pushed open.

   Mu Xingwan pushed the man away subconsciously, breathing a little too fast, and her face flushed red.

  Fu Tingyao calmly raised his eyes to look at Ji Yan who was standing at the door, his eyes moistened with lust, as cold as ice: "You don't know how to knock on the door when you come in?"

   "Second Master, this subordinate is wrong." Ji Yan was sweating coldly on his forehead. How did he know that there would be a beauty in the arms of the second master workaholic?

   I didn't even know that Mu Xingyan would suddenly appear here.

  Mu Xing was nestled in the man's arms at night, and could clearly feel the strong and powerful heartbeat, and even feel the hot skin through the thin clothes.

   And, that restless hand made her breathe a beat.

  Fu Tingyao sat there calmly like a gentleman, looking sharply at Ji Yan again, "Put it on the table and go out."

   "Yes, Second Master."

  How dare Ji Yan stay longer? After putting down dinner, I went out and took it to the door by the way.

  In the study, it was quiet again, and you could hear each other's heartbeats.

   "Baby." A man's voice was rarely dull.

   Mu Xingwan raised his head from his chest, looking at the calm and upright gentleman just a moment ago, but now he is like a sleepy beast dormant in the dark night, his eyes like a deep sea locked her tightly.

Seeing the steaming food on the table, she got a little angry, "What time is it, you haven't had dinner yet? Can your stomach take it? Go eat quickly, you're hungry, it won't look good on you. ."

  Fu Tingyao stroked the girl's pink lips with his slender fingers, and lowered his head with his lips in his mouth, "Baby, don't mind it."

   Mu Xingwan pushed him, "However, if the food is cold, it won't taste good, and the stomach won't be able to take it."

  Fu Tingyao buried it in her neck, biting neither light nor heavy, "Baby, you are so fragrant."

   Being apart these days is like living like a year, even if he can't see it, just thinking about it will make him restless.

  The memories that have been accumulated for several days burst out on this day, how can you hold back?

   Mu Xing coaxed late: "Ayao, be good, let's have dinner first, and after we finish eating, let's go out on a date, okay?"

  Fu Tingyao grabbed the girl's hand and went all the way down, his thin lips holding the ear beads, "Baby, I miss you so much."

   Mu Xing blushed late and continued to coax: "Ayao, you are obedient, I won't go back at night, there is time."

  Fu Tingyao took a deep breath and tried to calm down his agitated emotions. I don't know how much self-control it took to spit out the word "good"!

   Mu Xingwan breathed a sigh of relief, got off his lap, tidied up the skirt, and then brought the food over and put it in front of him, "It's already ten o'clock, it's already supper."

  Fu Tingyao has been undecided about his three meals for a long time. Once he gets into work, he will forget about eating.

   Ji Yan reminded him how many times, but to no avail!

   Seeing him eating rice slowly, Mu Xingwan helped him clean up the desk.

  Fu Tingyao was dissatisfied when she saw her tidying up the desk, "The desk is more important than me?"

   "Of course not." Mu Xingwan looked at the document in her hand, and neither ignored nor ignored.

  Fu Tingyao: "Ji Yan will clean up later."

   Mu Xingwan sighed, well, she returned to the man again.

   Outside the study, there was suddenly some noise.

   "I have something to do with Tingyao, let me in."

   The degree to which a person loves you: it is not how good he treats you when he is romantic; it is how much he makes you when he is quarrelling.

   (end of this chapter)