Chapter 174 I'm Better Than Frappuccino
It’s okay to say she’s fine, but it’s not okay to slander her husband.
This is Shen Xingli's consistent principle in life.
Seeing her protecting him like this, Sang Muye's lips curled up a little more.
His large hand gently stroked Shen Xingli's earlobe, and he said in a low, hoarse voice, "Okay, when the time comes, your husband will vent your anger for you. For all the betrayal and deception you've suffered before, your husband will pay you back double, okay?"
Shen Xingli smiled and nodded, "Okay, we are a couple and we are united, and we can break iron with strength. Cheers, husband!"
She handed Sang Muye a drink, clinked glasses with him, and took a sip.
"Wow! It feels so good, husband, try it."
Sang Muye stared at the Frappuccino in his hand and frowned. "Didn't you say you wanted to buy coffee? Why did you buy this?"
Shen Xingli bit the straw in her mouth and said without hesitation: "Drinking too much coffee is not good for the child. Let's not drink it anymore."
"What kid? Are you hiding something from me?"
Faced with Sang Muye's questioning, Shen Xingli really wanted to slap himself in the face.
How can I say what's in my heart?
She absolutely could not let Sang Muye know her plan.
He would definitely not agree.
He was so willing to give up his mother's murder to help her realize her dream, so he would definitely not let the child hinder her progress.
Shen Xingli pretended to be calm, smiled and said, "No, we're going to have children sooner or later. The doctor said that caffeine stays in the body for a long time, which is not good for having children in the future. And you'd better pay attention to smoking and drinking, otherwise, our baby will be born a smoker and alcoholic."
Hearing her say this, Sang Muye didn't think much about it.
Instead, sweetness emanates from the tip of my heart.
He dragged Shen Xingli with both hands and placed her on the desk.
One hand caressed her cheek, the other tugged at her tie.
There was an unconcealable surge of emotion in those deep eyes.
Shen Xingli was drinking enthusiastically when she suddenly saw Sang Muye like this. She was so scared that she bit the straw tightly with her teeth.
She stared at him with wide eyes, stammering, "Old, husband, what are you doing? Don't touch me. I don't want it on the desk. It's too hard."
As she spoke, she dodged backwards.
It accidentally fell on the desk.
She was still wearing a short sweater and low-waist jeans today.
Lying down like this, her slender waist is exposed, dazzlingly white.
Sang Muye couldn't help but feel his Adam's apple rolling a few times.
His voice also became a little hoarse.
"Then find a softer place."
As he spoke, his big hands caressed Shen Xingli's waist muscles.
She couldn't help but tremble all over.
She immediately pleaded softly, "Hubby, you're a big CEO, you can't go back on your word. You promised not to touch me."
Sang Muye lowered his head and bit her pink lips, which still had the milky aroma of Frappuccino.
He was so hooked that he didn't want to stop at all.
While kissing Shen Xingli's lips, she coaxed in a hoarse voice: "Baby, you are too sweet. What should I do if my husband really can't help it?"
Shen Xingli's fingertips trembled from his kiss, and her voice became a little softer.
"Then just kissing, nothing else, okay?"
Sang Muye said mischievously, "Baby, explain to me, what do you mean by 'other'?"
Shen Xingli: If she wasn't afraid of becoming a widow, she would have wanted to bite this bastard to death.
She glared at Sang Muye angrily and said, "If you don't keep your promise, I will never go to work with you again."
This one sentence frightened Sang Muye so much that he dared not act presumptuously again.
The big hands also became much more obedient.
He nuzzled her cheek and said in a hoarse voice, "Okay, husband, I promise. Can't we just kiss?"
After saying that, he kissed Shen Xingli's lips again and again.
He's a really good kisser and knows how to tease.
This kind of kiss, whether intentional or unintentional, makes people even more excited.
Shen Xingli soon couldn't bear his kiss anymore and made a kitten-like sound.
Sang Muye even teased her deliberately: "You can't stand this, I haven't even started kissing you yet."
Shen Xingli panted and looked at him: "Can you hurry up? My Frappuccino is melting."
"I'm going to let Mrs. Sang know right now that I'm better than Frappuccino."
After saying that, he lowered his head and deepened the kiss.
Two cups of Frappuccino were placed on the table, and water droplets accumulated on the outer walls of the cups until finally, they flowed onto the table and turned into a pool of water.
The ambiguous kiss ended.
Shen Xingli was kissed so hard that her whole body felt sore and weak that even her fingers had lost their strength.
I tried to pick up the Frappuccino and take a sip, but failed several times.
In the end, it was Sang Muye who helped her pick it up and put it to her mouth.
She took several deep puffs, and the cool touch relieved the heat in her body a little.
Seeing her like this, Sang Muye kissed her on the forehead.
Smiling, he said, "I'll carry you to sit on the sofa."
Shen Xingli looked at him with red eyes, pointed at the cake next to her and said, "Eat this, and I will forgive your rudeness."
Sang Muye smiled and said, "How was I rude? Mrs. Sang was clearly enjoying it just now."
"Sang Muye!"
"Okay, I'll eat. Baby, don't be angry. I'll hold you on the sofa and go watch Boonie Bears. Okay?"
This was the scene Tang Yixuan saw when he knocked on the door and came in.
Sang Muye, who has always been very averse to cakes, ate the cake leisurely while drinking Frappuccino, which he thought was junk food.
Tang Yixuan couldn't help but sneer.
Sure enough, everything becomes so simple when it comes to his little rice cake.
He walked in with a nonchalant pace, leaned on the table and watched Sang Muye eating with gusto.
"So delicious? Let me have a taste too."
Sang Muye raised his eyebrows and glanced at him, then asked politely, "Want to try it?"
"Hmm, you seem to be enjoying the meal."
"Ask your wife to buy it for you."
This sentence almost choked Tang Yixuan to death.
He glared at Sang Muye and said, "Eat and drink. Sooner or later, your little rice cakes will feed you diabetes!"
Sang Muye's lips curled slightly: "If you want it, you need someone to feed you."
"I have money, I buy it myself. If a man relies on a woman to buy food, he's called a gigolo."
Shen Xingli took off his headphones and just heard these words.
I couldn't help but say, "Mr. Tang's understanding is a bit off. This isn't what it means to be a gigolo."
Tang Yixuan turned around suddenly and saw Shen Xingli's clear black eyes staring at him.
His eyes were sincere, without a trace of ridicule.
Sang Muye's wife echoed her husband, saying, "My wife is right. If you don't understand, don't talk nonsense."
Tang Yixuan was so angry that he laughed: "These days, if you don't have a wife, you have to suffer everywhere. I shouldn't have come in today."
After saying that, he turned and left.
Sang Muye curled his lips proudly, put the last bite of cake into his mouth, and looked at Shen Xingli.
"Honey, I ate it all."
Shen Xingli looked at the clean plate, gave him a thumbs up, and said with a smile: "Husband is great, I will have small cakes to eat every day from now on."
Sang Muye walked up to her, leaned over to look at her, and said in a low voice, "I'm so good, wife, will you give me a reward?"
Shen Xingli was so frightened that she immediately backed away: "Didn't I give it to you just now? Don't push your luck."
Sang Muye had a smile on his lips, and he supported Shen Xingli with his big hands, pushing her against the sofa.
He bit her tight and delicate collarbone lightly and said in a low, hoarse voice, "I only got an inch just now, not a foot."
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