Chapter 707

The noble and arrogant man was drunk and surrounded her invisibly with a noble and extraordinary aura.

There is only a small light on in the room. The light is weak. The bright moonlight outside the window is gently shrouded. It flutters with the breeze and falls on his strong body. It sets off the line beauty of a man's right shoulder. The resolute outline is charming and dangerous. The visual conflict is deeply shocking. He has always been a man full of charm.

As his wife, she should have been familiar with it, but Tong en was still shy. No matter how she put herself into the bed, she did not dare to observe it. Except when she was forced by Zuo Yan, she would rather close her eyes and feel than pursue visual stimulation, which was totally different from the way he was willing to appreciate her look and body.

He is the father of her children and her husband.

A warm current flows in my heart. Tong en smiles warmly. The man who seldom expresses his love will secretly express his concern when the children are asleep. How can she not want such a man?

When she went upstairs with the sobering soup, she found that the light in the bathroom was dark, and he was not found in the room. Instead, there was a faint voice from the children's room. She went over and found that the man in the dark was bending over to cover the children's bedding, and finally had to kiss them on the forehead.

The sound of the hair dryer slowly disappeared. She was staring at his back. She felt very sad. He was really unusual today. After thinking about it, Tong en went downstairs and cooked him some wake-up soup.

The man's eyes faded, slowly released his hand, hung his eyes, spilled a little cool smile, and his tone was casual: "I'm a little drunk. Take a shower. "

Tong en didn't expect that he would ask such a question, and he never thought about it. He was slow and blinked, "ah?"

Then he said helplessly, "when I'm seventy-eight, you're still young..." The bright black eyes locked her, seriously said: "when you don't want me, what can I do?"

Wan Jingting's eyebrows and eyes stretched out, and his hands moved his hands to her white face. His thin lips drew a banter smile: "he can talk."

Tong en still looked sideways at his slightly drunk eyes and shook his head: "you've sent me a text message. What am I angry about? Isn't it easy for women to get old when they are angry? When that happens, you'll be tired of looking for other little girls all day long at an old and ugly woman. I really should be angry. "

Is he a little drunk, like to see her angry to be satisfied.

What's so angry about Tong en's hand blowing his hair? Wasn't he angry and deliberately stood her up?

He walked over with two long legs, and pressed his big palm on her head. His voice was unexpectedly gentle: "I went out to drink with Dong tonight, and didn't come back for dinner. Aren't you angry?"

He seemed to notice her. He turned his face and stared at her with his deep and dark eyes. His thin lips made a smile. Tong en suddenly found that the hair dryer in his hand had gone wrong, and the wind was blowing to the side. She was embarrassed and moved away from her eyes to take care of her hair.

She stood at the door waiting for her, waiting for him to come out. When he found her by accident, Jun's face was suddenly covered with a thin layer of red, and his voice was slightly hoarse: "when did you come?"

The sobering tea in Tong en's hand was taken over by the man's clean sleeve.

She couldn't help laughing: "when you cover qiqizhi with quilts."