C260 Wife on top

"Deal." An Xin pursed her lips and walked towards the door. However, just as she took a few steps, she suddenly stopped.

"Wife, do you not want to go?" Seeing that she had stopped, the palace saint's gloomy face immediately revealed a smile.

"No, I was thinking whether or not he would tell the demoness that he saw my wounds, and that he was afraid of causing a misunderstanding." An Xin took out her phone and directly dialed Hu Xinyan's number.

The warmth on Gong Sheng's face sank again as his eyes swept across the bruise on the side of her face, before he clenched his fists.

"Hey, Brother Hu, where are you now?" An Xin hurriedly asked as soon as she made the call.

"Xin Xin, I'm downstairs in your company, in the car." Although he wanted to know which floor she worked at, he was afraid it would affect her. However, if she really didn't come to see him, then he wouldn't have the time to care about her working there.

"Brother Hu, how about this. How about tomorrow afternoon? "I'm really busy today. Tomorrow afternoon, give me your address." If it was tomorrow, the wounds on her face would probably be better. When she wore the clothes with the leader, she probably wouldn't be able to see it anymore.

"Tomorrow afternoon?" Hu Jingyan, who was on the phone, was not sure if he had heard wrongly, so he carefully asked again.

"Yes, tomorrow afternoon." An Xin replied.

"Alright, then I'll see you tomorrow." When Hu Jingyan heard that she was willing to see him, he inwardly heaved a sigh of relief.

If she wanted to see him, things would not be as bad as he thought, or if he tried harder, she would have some other change to him.

The two hung up the phone. Because An Xin agreed to meet with him, Hu Jingyan was very excited and headed to the company.

As for the president of the palace, An Xin was pushed against the corner of the wall by the palace sage. She blinked with her big eyes, "Head of the palace, you, what orders do you have?"

"Wifey, I'll go with you tomorrow." That would be the proof of his existence. The palace sage looked at An Xin with an expression of "I will definitely go there."

An Xin stretched out a finger and lightly tapped his chest twice. "Keep your distance first."

He raised his hand, grabbed her fingers and brought them to his mouth to nibble on them. When he saw that she had started to itch, he said: "It's not easy to talk, I like to talk to my wife like this, so we seem to have a good relationship."

"Good relationship, your grandpa." An Xin cursed in her heart with a gloomy face. "Let's discuss this. You can go tomorrow, but you have to listen to me. If you can't do it, then: Exempt."

"I'll listen to you, my lord wife." He wrapped his arms around her slender waist and pulled her closer to him. "Wife, husband, can I?"

"We're not married yet, you're not my husband. Besides, it seems like you're the one who's going to do it every time. " Where did she get the chance to do that? She obviously didn't.

"So the reason why my wife is unhappy is because of this. In the future, as long as my lord wife orders me, I will definitely obediently lower myself to her." Gong Sheng Xie smiled charmingly as a smile flashed past his eyes.

"Cough, cough …" He had brought such a good conversation to that sort of situation, causing An Xin to feel relieved. She had accidentally been spat on by him.

Her little face flushed red.

"Wife, why are you coughing? Let me give you a slap." Hearing that she suddenly coughed, Gong Sheng tensed up. He stretched out his hand and gently patted her back a few times.

While asking, "Wifey, are you feeling better?"

"Alright, alright, stop hitting it. It was just a cough." She reached out to stop his hand.