Chapter 89 Do you have a wife who sends you flowers? I do
The tiny lights above her head were reflected in Shen Xingli's dark eyes, like the twinkling stars in the night sky.
It unexpectedly shone into the irremovable darkness deep in Sang Muye's heart.
The little stars are like a ray of hope in his life.
He suddenly felt that no matter how hard life was, the little girl's blatant preference for him was the best redemption.
There was heat surging in Sang Muye's deep eyes, and his throat couldn't help but slide up and down.
He took the flowers and looked at Shen Xingli deeply.
His voice also became deep and hoarse.
"Shen Xingli, didn't anyone tell you that giving flowers to a man is a strong hint?"
As he spoke, he lowered his head and gently rubbed Shen Xingli's earlobe with his hot lips.
The sound coming out of his throat was like a weak electric current, striking deep into Shen Xingli's heart.
That familiar tingling sensation instantly spread throughout my body.
She couldn't help but tremble her eyelashes, and said in a soft voice: "I, why haven't I heard of it? You must be talking nonsense."
She instinctively stepped back.
But Sang Muye turned around and pushed her against the door.
A heat wave swept towards her.
Sang Muye gently bit the tip of her ear, and it felt like there was hot sand in her throat, very grainy and full of temptation.
"If I'm talking nonsense, won't you know if you take a look?"
Shen Xingli froze in place.
It was as if someone set off a firework above her head, exploding her in an instant.
She couldn't help swallowing a few times.
There was also a layer of alluring mist in those sparkling eyes.
Seeing her like this, Sang Muye leaned over and laughed softly in her ear.
"I never lie to my wife, do I?"
Shen Xingli had already lost her composure due to his teasing.
All the heartache I had felt for Sang Muye just now disappeared.
All that is left is the waves of emotions surging in my heart.
"Husband~"
She whispered.
Sang Muye kissed her lips and looked at her with affection in his eyes.
"Mrs. Sang, you are responsible for putting out the fire that you started."
After saying that, he lowered his head and kissed her lips.
An ambiguous atmosphere instantly rose in the office.
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After a satisfying session of exercise, Shen Xingli felt sore and weak that he curled up in the quilt, his skin flushed pink.
Just like the shrimps that have just been cooked and peeled, they are fresh and tempting.
Sang Muye couldn't help but kiss her eyes, his voice low and hoarse: "Can you still get out of bed?"
Shen Xingli gave him a displeased look and said, "What do you think? You never keep your word, you big liar."
Sang Muye smiled and pulled her into his arms. "Who asked you to go on a business trip tomorrow? I have to advance my benefits."
"You can't do that, my legs are broken."
Seeing her bright red face, Sang Muye couldn't help but pinch it and said with a smile: "I was wrong. Next time, why not try dynamic stretching with a cat?"
Shen Xingli immediately covered his mouth and glared at him, saying, "If you want to try yoga, I can pay for you to enroll in a class. Just don't use me as a target, okay, Mr. Sang?"
She uttered the last few words through gritted teeth.
Sure enough, a man’s liking for a woman is like the most primitive expression of love by animals, a physiological liking that cannot be concealed.
Physical instinctive reactions are their way of expressing love.
And Sang Muye is the big-tailed wolf who has been abstinent for a long time in the animal world.
He speaks righteous words, but his body does things more ferocious than a wolf.
Sang Muye was amused by her words and bent down to kiss her lips.
His voice was low and hoarse, "Is there any Mrs. Sang in the yoga class? If so, I can consider it."
He said it in a playful and somewhat erotic way.
Shen Xingli was so angry that she lowered her head and bit his shoulder.
The pain made Sang Muye gasp: "Wife, it hurts."
He smiled and held the angry little kitten in his arms to comfort it.
He likes Shen Xingli like this too much.
She gets angry when she wants to and says what she wants to say. She is no longer the cautious little girl she used to be.
Sang Muye stroked the fur for a long time before he finally coaxed this little ancestor into submission.
Just as I changed my clothes and was about to leave, there was a knock on the office door.
Tang Yixuan stretched his neck and yelled inside: "Sang Muye, you didn't answer the phone, you didn't reply to WeChat messages, are you dead in the office?"
Hearing this sound, Shen Xingli was so scared that he immediately hid in the bedroom.
He also made a gesture to Sang Muye to keep quiet.
She didn't want anyone to know what had just happened in the office.
Sang Muye chuckled softly and walked over to open the door with a happy expression.
As soon as the door was opened, he raised his chin towards Tang Yixuan.
"What do you think that is?"
Tang Yixuan looked in the direction he pointed, and what caught his eye was a large bunch of colorful baby's breath.
It is wrapped in beautiful wrapping paper.
His eyes suddenly lit up, and he walked over and hugged the flowers in his arms: "It's not a festival, why are you giving me flowers? But I appreciate your kindness to me, thank you!"
Sang Muye immediately snatched it from his hand and glanced at him with disdain: "You are quite bold!"
Tang Yixuan kicked him angrily: "It's not a gift for me, why do you want me to see it?"
"Can't you see that? I just wanted to show off to you."
"You really have to? You're so proud of yourself just because you bought your wife a bouquet of flowers. I've been giving flowers to girls since I was twelve years old. Have I ever boasted to you?"
Sang Muye held the bouquet of baby's breath carefully, as if it were a rare treasure.
A hint of pride appeared at the corner of his lips: "Has any girl ever given you flowers?"
Tang Yixuan shook his head honestly, "No, what man would want flowers? You are not..."
Tang Yixuan only reacted halfway through his words.
Pointing at the bouquet of baby's breath, he asked, "Is this bouquet of flowers given by your little rice cake?"
Sang Muye looked at his surprised eyes, patted his shoulder and said, "Don't be too jealous. I have a loving wife."
Tang Yixuan cursed with a smile: "Fuck! I'm really looking for trouble. Why do I have to come to you? I'm so full of dog food that I even skipped dinner."
Seeing that he was angry again, Sang Muye continued, "The meeting is cancelled. My wife got a promotion and a raise, and she said she'd treat me to a nice dinner tonight. You guys can take care of it yourselves and just ask me to reimburse you."
Tang Yixuan looked at his smug expression and scolded him, "Look at you, you've never seen the world. Just because I treated you to a meal, you've become so arrogant. Every day, there are girls lining up to treat me to a meal. Am I proud? Am I too proud?"
Sang Muye raised an eyebrow at him and said slowly, "But none of them is your wife."
These words hit Tang Yixuan right in the gut.
He was so angry that he pointed at Sang Muye's nose and cursed: "You ungrateful dog, don't forget who helped you solve Meng Yu's problem."
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