Chapter 132 Good things should be shared with my wife

I originally wanted to comfort her, but after hearing this, Qi An completely laughed.

"You're quite similar to your uncle. You're quite good at blackmailing people. He blackmailed Li Li just because they slept together, but you're even worse than him. You blackmailed me just because I hit you."

Sang Yu sniffed a few times and said, "If you think it's not worth it, you can sleep with me and then let me blackmail you."

Qi An glanced at her, a smile on his lips as he said, "Little girl, you don't feel ashamed to say such things? Is this how you post-2000s people define purity?"

Hearing this, Sang Yu immediately remembered the voice message she sent to Qi An that day.

She lowered her head and muttered softly, "You wouldn't understand even if I told you. There's a generation gap between us."

If it were any other time, she would definitely seize this opportunity to conquer Qi An.

But today she was in no mood at all.

My mind is full of my uncle.

After her grandfather caused such a scene in the past, not to mention a proud man like her uncle, even she, a little unknown person in the Sang family, felt ashamed.

At that time, she wanted to find a hole to crawl into, and didn't want to admit that the unreasonable old man was her grandfather.

When they arrived at the door of their home, Sang Yu jumped out of the car, said "goodbye" to Qi An and went in.

And the other side.

Sang Muye returned home, asked Shen Xingli to take a shower and go to bed, and went into the study alone.

He didn't know how much time had passed before he heard a soft knock on the door.

The door of the study was pushed open a crack.

Shen Xingli walked in wearing black pajamas, with brown curly hair, and holding a tray in her hand.

"Honey, I cooked some wontons for you. They were so delicious that I couldn't bear to eat them all. I brought them all to you."

A smile graced her porcelain-white face.

Just like the sunshine in the snow, it warms those people in the ice and snow world.

Sang Muye stood up and walked over, taking the tray from her.

Put it on the table.

Then he held her tightly in his arms.

Feeling her breath and the unique scent on her body.

That cold heart only felt a little relieved at this moment.

"Li Li."

Shen Xingli gently stroked his head and replied softly, "I'm here."

"I embarrassed you today. I didn't do my best. I blame myself. Not only did you suffer, but I also implicated Grandpa. I don't know how to make up for it."

"Aye." Shen Xingli called softly, "We are all family. No one blames you. Besides, this is not your fault. A person can choose the life he wants and work hard for it.

But he will never have the power to choose his parents, and this is a fact that no one can change.

I don't hate you just because you are a member of the Sang family. On the contrary, I feel proud that you can achieve what you have now in that environment.

In fact, if we think about it from another perspective, if you didn’t have such a terrible childhood, you might not be as outstanding as you are now.

He once brought a lot of shadows to your childhood, but he was also the source of motivation for you to strive for success.

Everything in the world has two sides, and we only need the good side."

Shen Xingli's voice was clear and gentle, like a mountain spring, slowly flowing into Sang Muye's heart.

Slowly let the cold heart feel a little warm.

He lay on Shen Xingli's shoulder, his nose gently rubbing against her smooth, white neck.

Her voice was low and hoarse: "Baby, you are some fairy who has come down to earth. Why do your words always heal the wounds in my heart?"

Shen Xingli curled his lips and said, "So for the sake of your little fairy wife, eat your meal quickly. Don't go hungry. You don't have a good appetite to begin with, so you can't go without food for a long time."

"Okay, I promise to complete the task."

Sang Muye kissed Shen Xingli on the lips.

Then he picked up the bowl and started eating in big mouthfuls.

Shen Xingli held her chin with her hands and looked at him, the dim light above her head reflected in her eyes.

It makes those beautiful almond eyes more charming.

"Honey, is it delicious?"

Sang Muye scooped a wonton with a spoon and handed it to Shen Xingli's mouth, raised an eyebrow and asked, "Want to try it?"

Shen Xingli nodded repeatedly and was about to put the wontons into his mouth.

But it was taken away by Sang Muye.

As she watched, she put it in her mouth.

He even gave her a smug look and said, "My wife made this for me."

Shen Xingli smiled and said, "You are so childish, but also so cute. I like you so much."

She praised him three times in a row, which made Sang Muye very happy.

He put down the bowl in his hand and leaned towards Shen Xingli.

He pinched her chin, bit off half of the wonton in her mouth, and put it into Shen Xingli's mouth.

Then he gently rubbed her lips and said in a low voice: "Good things should be shared with my wife. Is it delicious?"

Shen Xingli was so excited by his series of bold moves that her heart was pounding.

What is it like to have a handsome husband?

What is it like to have this handsome husband who is also very good at flirting?

She suddenly felt that the male protagonists in novels and comics were not as handsome as her husband, nor as doting as her husband, nor as charming as her husband.

She smiled and nodded: "It's delicious, but not as delicious as you."

After saying that, she couldn't help laughing.

Sang Muye looked at her deeply: "Shen Xingli, I suspect you are seducing me."

Shen Xingli's lips curled up: "Really? Isn't Mr. Sang always aloof and abstinent? It turns out he's also so impervious to flirting."

"Being aloof and abstinent is only for other women. With my wife, I want to have fun every night."

He put another wonton in his mouth and said, "Don't be impatient, baby. I'll feed you later."

This one sentence made Shen Xingli, who originally had the upper hand, blush.

Just as she was about to get up and leave, Sang Muye grabbed her wrist.

With a little effort, she fell into his arms.

Sang Muye stuffed the last wonton into Shen Xingli's mouth and coaxed her softly, "Eat one more, or you'll be exhausted again."

Before Shen Xingli swallowed the wonton, she felt a familiar tingling sensation in her body.

A man's charming voice came to my ears.

"Baby, is the sofa in the study okay?"