Resting her hands on the man's spiky head, her slender fingers explored, rubbed and brushed across his scalp, combing his short, stiff hair.

In the darkness, she closed her eyes and silently endured the man's passionate kiss, then groped her way down to cover the man's handsome face.

Although she couldn't see, it didn't stop her from using her hands to look at his face over and over again, never getting tired.

Chen Yanming supported his wife's hips with his long arms. The man who did not neglect daily exercise had amazing arm strength. He easily and steadily held his wife with one hand without taking a breath.

Chen Yanming took two steps forward with his eyes squinting comfortably, hooking his wife's lips while not forgetting to close the open door behind him.

A creaking sound was heard, and the fading afterglow of the setting sun was blocked outside.

For a moment, the entrance hall of the villa was filled with nothing but the extremely ambiguous and blushing heart-pounding sounds of lips and teeth.

After a long time, the living room became lively and popular again.

Qing Yuer sat cross-legged on the soft carpet, nudging her head against her master's knees, and couldn't help whining and acting coquettishly like a big golden retriever.

Her jade-white hands groped and gently stroked the big golden retriever who was eager to compete for the male owner's favor, thinking of the clingy guys at home.

A smile unconsciously appeared on Qing Yuer's lips.

President Shen, who had successfully gotten a kiss from his wife and had a good time with her, took care of his weak and helpless wife.

After a busy day, I go home without anyone urging me to do so and automatically become a top househusband.

As soon as she stepped into the kitchen, she immediately picked up the apron hanging on the wall as if she knew the place well.

Chef Shen, who is full of passion and coolly showing off his skills around the stove and spatula, works hard to ensure that his wife has good food and drink.

The dishes were prepared early, and Chen Yanming just had to stir-fry them in the pan. It wouldn't take long.

The young couple officially started their meal at seven o'clock in the evening. After more than half a year of hard work, Chef Shen, whose cooking skills had made great progress as expected, looked at his wife's empty little white bowl.

I nodded with satisfaction. Today was another day when my wife gave me face.

After dinner, Qing Yuer said hello and went back to the bedroom.

She is not like a normal person. In order to make life more convenient for his wife, Chen Yanming arranged the master bedroom at home on the first floor of the villa.

The young couple had known each other for a year and had lived in this house for half a year since their marriage.

Qing Yuer had already figured out the direction. In the darkness, she tapped the ground in front of her with the blind stick in her hand, and followed her intuition to grope her way through the living room and into the bedroom.

After entering the house, Qing Yuer was obviously very familiar with this large bedroom.

She turned and walked straight into the cloakroom, pushed open the cabinet where the clothes were placed, and fumbled with the material in her hands to determine whether it was her clothes or her husband's clothes.

While his wife was in the room taking a shower, Chen Yanming didn't want to delay and quickly and neatly put the plates and bowls into the dishwasher.

He walked around the house, tidying up the living room and the kitchen, while not forgetting to add dog food and water to Sang Biao's food bowl next to the doghouse.

After finishing all this, Young Master Shen, who was standing by the doghouse in the living room, was not in a hurry to leave.

He squatted down like he did every day, and the big golden retriever curled up in the doghouse saw his father coming and was used to it.

The moment the man squatted down, the dog stood up straight, stretched its neck, and bumped its head into the palm of my father's outstretched hand in a flattering manner.

Looking at the silly dog ​​drooling, Chen Yanming, the wife slave, reprimanded his silly son with a serious face.

"Dad is not at home, you have to look after mom. Mom is blind, and Biao Biao is her eyes. You have to stay by her side all the time."

The little golden retriever, who knew nothing about this, opened his round black eyes wide and smiled adorably.

The childish man reiterated what needed to be reiterated and emphasized what needed to be emphasized, regardless of whether his silly son could understand it or not.

"Did Mommy take Biao Biao out for a walk today? Biao Biao will bite any shameless stranger who tries to steal Daddy's girlfriend."

"Don't be afraid, if you bite your dad, he'll have plenty of money."

Speaking of this, Chen Yanming, who was gritting his teeth in hatred, almost couldn't maintain his gentleness in front of his precious daughter.

That’s right, Sang Biao is the younger sister!

The little golden retriever's black eyes were facing the ferocious face of the man emitting a dark aura, a side of him that he had never shown in front of his mother. The little golden retriever saw his tail wagging and spinning in circles every day.

The golden retriever, who had long been accustomed to his father's changing expressions, stared at Chen Yanming who was about to stand up.

After finishing a day's work, Chen Yanming stood up and patted his legs. His face was calm and reserved, no longer showing the gloomy and sour look of the villain who mentioned stealing his girlfriend.

I pushed open the bedroom door and held the hot milk in my hand towards my wife who had just taken a shower and was sitting on the bed blowing her hair.

My wife is good rice, my wife is good rice.

As soon as Chen Yanming opened the door, he saw his wife, who had heard the noise beside the bed, looking at him with her beautiful eyes that had teased him every day, her eyes red and her heart beating fast, unable to extricate herself.

The most important thing is that his wife smiled at him. Who can resist his wife's sweet smile with dimples filled with intoxicating wine?

Anyway, the usually rigorous and shrewd Shen Yanming couldn't resist at all, and the man who immediately surrendered strode forward.

The man impatiently placed the glass on the bedside table and skillfully reached out to take the hair dryer from his wife.

He worked hard and blew his wife's black and smooth hair, which was as smooth as silk.

Qing Yuer put her hands in front of her and sat obediently so that her husband could blow-dry her hair. They did so for eight or nine minutes without anyone saying a word.

The atmosphere was not stiff at all, but rather exuded the warmth of family life.

After blow-drying her hair, he used a specially bought wooden comb to smooth her scalp, again and again, with such patience that it was not difficult to imagine how much the man cherished his wife.

It was almost half past eight when Shen Yanming finished his shower.

Qing Yuer found a comfortable position in her husband's arms and held her husband's chest with both hands.

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