"Wife...Wife..."
As soon as the car stopped at the entrance of the main building, Biaozi and Fuchai watched their boss, who was so domineering in the military building and looked down on everyone, follow his wife who walked in angrily with his bare chest, like a big Tibetan mastiff wagging its tail.
"Wife, I was wrong, I was wrong, don't be angry..."
After entering the bedroom, Balu hugged her and rubbed his head against her neck.
"What's wrong?"
"Wrong..." He was stunned for a moment. What did he do wrong?
I only heard Meng Ge say before that if your wife is angry, no matter what the reason is, admit your mistake first, then be sticky with her, and she will definitely be coaxed into peace. If she really can't be coaxed, try hard in bed, and she will calm down the next day.
He just admitted his mistake without knowing where he went wrong.
Nanxi couldn't help laughing at his silly look and rolled her eyes at him, "Go take a shower, you're so wet and dirty."
"Okay, honey, I'll go wash up right away." After he said that, he pressed her down and kissed her, but she was still nervous, afraid that he would send her to sleep somewhere else.
After rushing around for a few minutes, Nanxi ran out in a hurry and sat on the sofa, staring at her phone in a daze.
Today's gunfight had such a huge impact on her that she couldn't help but think, in such a country, such a social environment, and such a Baru, could she really adapt to, accept, and stay here forever?
To be fair, she knew that she liked Balu, but living together required more than just liking each other.
Life is not a matter of being alone. Choosing a person means choosing a lifestyle and how you will spend the rest of your life.
Nanxi was in deep entanglement.
Myanmar's social structure and environment are so different from China's that even basic social security cannot be guaranteed. Among people's needs, safety is the most basic.
She is not an impulsive person. On the contrary, she will weigh the pros and cons in everything she does and make the best choice within her own cognition.
As a man, Balut is a very good man, but as far as the environment is concerned, Myanmar is not the place she wants to live, even in Yangon, which is known as the largest city in the country.
"Wife..."
When Balu came out and saw her frowning and dazed look, his heart skipped a beat, then twisted into a ball and ached slightly.
"Wife." He sat down beside her, hugged her by the waist and put her on his lap, resting his head on her collarbone. His dark eyes were blazing, and his voice was trembling slightly. "Wife, do you want to go back to China? Don't want me and Nan Nan anymore?"
"How did you know?" Nanxi was amused and tried to anger him on purpose.
"Look, look, I can see it from your eyes. You must be thinking about leaving."
The man's eyes were red, and he held her tightly, "Nan Xiaoxi, don't do this to me, please... I can protect you, really, don't leave me..."
He was really scared.
People can't stand a little bit of goodness.
He had never thought about it before. He just thought that it would be best if she was willing. If she wasn't willing, he would tie her up to live with her. That's why he could be a little arrogant and ruthless in his words and deeds.
But now, he didn't dare, he really didn't dare, and he couldn't bear to do it.
Having seen how good Nan Xiaoxi was, how could he bear to let her suffer even the slightest bit of unhappiness? Not to mention forcing her to stay, he couldn't even bear to say a harsh word.
There was really nothing he could do except beg her not to leave.
"I'm just thinking about it. I haven't really decided to leave. Can you please stop being so nervous? Where is Lord Long's domineering attitude?" Nanxi pointed at his forehead with her white fingers and laughed.
"Mr. Long is only domineering in bed." He smiled innocently and bit her delicate earlobe.
"Nan Xiaoxi, Brother Jin said that Chinese women like romance and won't stay in a backward country in Southeast Asia. I know it's selfish of me to let you stay, but what can I do? I really can't let you go, Nan Xiaoxi..."
He hugged her tighter and tighter, as if he wanted to melt her into his bones and blood, so that the two of them could never be separated again.
"I really like romance." Nanxi stroked his hard hair with her small hands and spoke softly.
The man suddenly looked up, his dark eyes trembling as he looked at him, his thin lips pressed into a straight line, aggrieved, afraid, entangled, sad...
"But..." She dragged out the last syllable, with a hint of a smile in the corners of her eyes.
"This wind is the autumn wind of iron horses, the flowers are the yellow flowers of the battlefield, the snow is the night snow on the building ship, and the moon is the cold moon at the border. Ba Xiaolu, this is the wind, flowers, snow and moon that belong only to you."
Baru didn't quite understand what she said, but he understood the last sentence, "Wife, does that mean that you actually like me?"
"Are you stupid?" Nanxi glared at him with amusement.
How could you not like him? He was so fiery, so dazzling, so pure, so good, how could you not like him?
"Hehehe!" The man laughed innocently and hugged her into his arms again. "Wife, you are so cultured and your words are so pleasant to listen to. In the future, you can teach our children to speak like that too. I love to hear it."
"You're so annoying. Who wants to give birth to your child?" The little woman reached out to hit him, but he pushed her down on the sofa.
"Are you done yet? You're not going to stop for a day? I can't take it anymore... Oh... Don't pull my clothes, I haven't even showered yet..."
"Just wash it after finishing..."
"Baru——"
"Call me Master Long, and I'll show you a domineering..."
"Why are you so messed up... Don't kiss there..."
“…”
He has always been like this, he has no limits when it comes to messing around, and after he has his fun, he comes to coax her shamelessly. Nanxi feels that she shouldn't be soft-hearted towards him again and again, and in the end, she is the one who suffers.
…
It rained all night in Yangon, but the next day the clouds and rain cleared up and the sun was shining brightly.
At the entrance of a white single-family villa in Banlan Community, a navy blue Hummer H1 stopped majestically. Baru opened the door, walked around to the passenger seat and carried his wife down.
"Can you change to a more comfortable car next time?" Nanxi glared at him with disdain, "My legs are not feeling well to begin with."
"This is comfortable to drive, baby. Why are you blaming the car for your legs?" He smiled mischievously and whispered in her ear. Nanxi's ears turned red instantly, and she kicked his ankle with her high heels.
"Behave yourself, this is outside."
"Do you want me to go in with you? Baby, I'm worried." Balu held her waist tightly.
"No, I'll go in by myself. You go wait for me over there. If you see anything wrong, leave first, okay? My dad won't do anything to me, but you can't say for sure whether he will do anything to you."
Baru rubbed her head and said, "Don't worry, this is Yangon. Your father won't be so impatient. Besides, it won't do him any good if he touches me now. It will also give me an excuse."
She was not interested in the political game between men, but after hearing what Baru said, Nanxi didn't say anything. She glanced at him and turned to go into the villa.
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