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Hubby, let's make a bet

In the master bedroom.

Wen Liang sat on the side of the bed, looking at Qi Ye who had just hung up and said: "Mr. Qi, don't you think that Grandma's reaction was too big?"

Wen Liang could only nod in agreement.

"Tired?" he asked, taking the woman in his arms.

She quietly leaned into his embrace and said: "Bo Erte, the person that grandmother invited is Qing Qing's disciple. He was once the coach for Big Sister Qing Qing, he should be someone worth trusting. Qing Qing is so powerful, Bo Erte looks so powerful too. "Although I've only gone through the strength training today, I feel as proud as if I've just learned a martial arts technique."

"It seems that in the future, my wife will definitely become a peerless expert." The man laughed and teased.

Wen Liang raised his head and looked at Qi Ye. Who did you learn your martial arts from? "

"Senior and junior brother." He was silent for a moment, then he asked her, "Do you want to persevere? If you don't want to, I'll tell my grandma first thing tomorrow morning. "

"Let's give it a try first. Maybe my bones are so special that I am born to be a martial arts genius?"

"I do."

"..."

The man stood up and walked towards the bathroom. Wen Liang followed him to the door and said to the man in the bathroom, "Hubby, let's make a bet?"

She thought for a moment, then replied, "Greece, I want to go on a tour in Greece. If I can meet Grandma's requirements, we can go on a tour in Greece in the future, okay?"

"Just going to Greece? "Is there no such thing as an ideal?" The man took a basin of hot water.

"More idealistic? Unexpectedly. "Such as?"

"The wedding, did you ever think about what to do?"

A wedding? Wen Liang pondered for a moment before looking at the man in surprise. "We haven't even gotten married? Why do I feel like I've known you for so many lifetimes? "

"Maybe he met her in his previous life. The wedding was held in his previous life." He placed the basin of water on the edge of the sofa.

Wen Liang smiled. "Then what about in this life? Are we going to get married? What kind of wedding do you like? Chinese style? Western style? Red hair or white veil? Have you thought about what a long-haired girl you like would wear? "

At the mention of the wedding, the little woman suddenly became excited.

Qi Ye pulled the little girl to the side of the sofa and sat her down. Then, he pulled out her little feet from his soft gray slippers and helped her pull up her pants.

"Foolish?" Wen Liang lowered his head and looked at the man who was kneeling on one knee, giving him slippers. Suddenly, a warm feeling flowed through his limbs and bones.

She withdrew her foot gently and said, "I'll do it myself …"

He grabbed the woman's white ankles and put them into the water. The temperature was neither hot nor cold, just right. It was very comfortable.

He didn't expect the temperature of the water to be so suitable.

The man's good-looking hands gently pinched her calves, his movements skillfully helping her knead them. "Your arms and legs will definitely ache in the first two days. If you can't hold on, tell your husband, okay?"

"Yes." She bit her lips lightly. As she watched the man's devout actions, she couldn't help but smile.

"I just said that if you succeed, I will take you to Greece. "Then what if we lose?" He changed the subject.

Wen Liang shook his head. "I haven't thought it through yet. Do you have any suggestions?"

"If you lose …"

"Hmm?"

"Then let's add a sister to Zhifei." he said, as if he had already thought of the answer. He only needed an excuse to say it out loud.

Wen Liang didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He raised the man's chin and asked, "Mr. Qi, can you tell me why you're so insistent on your daughter?"

"Your genes are good, so you can't waste it."

It must have been comforting her.

However...

"Mr. Qi, you have pleased me! Really!" She said to the man, "Deal. If I can't meet Grandma's requirements, I'll tell Grandma that we'll definitely try to get her a great-grandson."

"Great-granddaughter."

Having seen too many boys and girls in his life, he had never seen anyone who valued a girl more than a man.

After pressing her leg, he bent down and took the water away. Then he returned to Wen Liang's side and patted her on the bed. "Lie down."

"What?"

"My technique is very good." "No," he said.

Only now did she know that he wanted to massage with her. Wen Liang believed in the Mr. Qi since he could feel it when he was massaging her leg just now. Her technique was indeed extraordinary.

She lay down happily.

However, just as he laid on the bed, he felt his legs go cold.

She turned her head like a frightened deer, only to see him calmly saying, "How about you take it off yourself?"

"Do you want to take off your clothes?"

"Wearing clothes doesn't feel like one's hands. I can't find any acupuncture points." "No," he said.

Wen Liang curled his lips. "Then how did he find the acupuncture points?"

"Do I look blind to you?" He opened his deep, mesmerizing eyes and pushed the woman's head back, lifting her nightgown.

Her warm head was pressed against the pillow as she innocently protested, "You're a hooligan, you're a hooligan!"

The man pressed one hand against her nimble little head while the other easily undid the inside button of her shirt. Only then did he let go of the woman's small head. He said to himself, almost as if he was talking to himself, "Why is it so easy to undo it, and so difficult to put it on?"

The little woman, who was originally lying on the bed holding her breath, let out a giggle.

Then he heard the man's magnetic voice say, "I see. This is the same logic as Qi Xiaoye. It's easy to be tough, but hard to be soft. Is that right, Mrs. Qi? "

Wen Liang: "....."

She turned around and saw the man looking at her with a serious expression on his face.

At this moment, Wen Liang had truly been defeated by the cute Mr. Qi.

She grabbed the quilt and wrapped it around herself. The man bent down and pressed both his hands against her body, gently arranging the hair on her face.

Wen Liang hugged onto the man's waist and rolled over, pressing him down and pressing both his hands into the man's ears, before saying: "Bo Erte taught me to do push-ups today."

"The Madam wants to show it to me?" The man lay quietly beneath her.

Wen Liang nodded and made a standard gesture, then said, "However, my waist isn't that strong. It would always collapse in this place. His arms lacked strength, so after a day of hard work, not a single push-up was successful. "

"So?"

"Can you help me support my waist and let me try?" She looked pleadingly at the man.

Seeing that the man didn't say anything, she reached out and took his hand, placing it on her soft waist. "Be good and help me hold it."

As he spoke, he placed the man's other hand on his waist.

With Qi Ye below her supporting her waist, being warm enough to transfer a part of himself to a man's arm, he was finally able to do a push-ups.

The woman who tasted the sweetness immediately became excited. She smiled at the man below her and said, "I now understand what a man with a head and a woman's waist means."

"It's good for a woman to have a soft waist." The man that helped her support her waist said seriously.

Wen Liang suddenly understood what he meant and rolled his eyes at the man. "I feel like the biggest reason why I can't do push-ups is because my wrist doesn't have enough strength."

After saying that, the woman prepared to do another push-up. However, she didn't expect the man below her to let go so suddenly. Her warm waist instantly softened as she stuck seamlessly to the man's body.

She quickly got up from the man's body and sat on his leg. She asked in dissatisfaction, "Why did you let go?"

"I thought you weren't going to do it." The man had an innocent expression. "Then let's do it again. I'll hold on tight this time."

He pulled her by the wrist and gently pulled her toward him.

With his strength, Wen Liang once again laid on the man's body.

She pulled her arm up and placed the man's arm on her waist. "Hold tight this time."

"Alright." The man replied cooperatively.

As soon as the man made up his mind, he grabbed her by the waist. The moment his arm bent, the man suddenly pressed her hand against his body, causing her to instantly collapse and stick tightly to his body.

"Hey …" "Ugh …"

It was too late to say anything against his words, but his lips were already being kissed by the shameless man.

The man held her waist and kissed her, sinking deeper and deeper …

Wen Liang's hand, which was lying beside the man's head, pierced deep into his thick black hair, forming a sharp contrast with his pure black hair.

It was said that in terms of shamelessness, when Wen Liang said that he was number two, only the Mr. Qi dared to say that he was number one.