How could his wife be so fragrant and soft? Every night he wished he could turn into a wolf, tear his beloved wife apart and swallow her into his stomach, chewing her slowly and never getting enough.
Perhaps because of the lack of revenge compensation for Tong Ge, Bo Qian'an especially likes to tell stories while doing this and that to his wife, and shamelessly seeks praise.
"Ma'am, how am I doing?"
Whenever this happened, Su Ci would ruffle his sweaty short hair, lean over and kiss his tightly pursed lips, praising him: "There's no one better than my husband."
In short, Su Ci indulged his willfulness.
Su Ci carefully made up for all the care and favor that the Bo family had shown him in the past, as well as some unnecessary romance in the eyes of many people.
The first bouquet of fresh flowers for my husband;
A wedding diamond ring designed personally for my husband;
The first sweet drink of the changing season;
A candlelight dinner cooked by myself...
The candlelight dinner was aborted halfway.
The reason was that Bo Qian'an was watching the surveillance video at the company and saw his wife go into the kitchen and gesture with a kitchen knife.
The man was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat. He canceled two international meetings, drove all the way home, carried Su Ci out of the kitchen, locked her in the bedroom, and gave her earnest instructions.
"Madam, can't you just ask the chef to make you something? There's fire and knives in the kitchen, it's too dangerous. We have a rule in our house that women are not allowed in the kitchen. Madam, be obedient and don't mess with your hands anymore..."
Afterwards, Butler Wu said nothing, but quietly added a new house rule that women are not allowed to enter the kitchen.
But it is not absolute. If the lady insists on cooking, the young master will follow her like a personal surveillance camera, without even blinking.
Although Su Ci's doting on her partner has reached a level that would make even newlyweds suffocate, Bo Qian'an's anxiety and uneasiness have not eased.
There is even a trend of intensifying.
He spent more and more time working from home. Sometimes he would pretend to be at the company without Su Ci's knowledge, but in fact he would sneak back through the back door and hide in the study, working remotely while watching the surveillance at home.
Whenever Su Ci was about to go out, he would watch quietly from the window, with a thick black haze accumulating in his eyes.
It was just an ordinary morning.
Bo Qian'an woke up from a nightmare and stared at the Tianchi board with unfocused eyes. The scene in the dream still made him panic and his arms hugged his wife tighter.
Su Ci was still asleep, and she rubbed his chest in a daze, calling him in a hoarse voice: "Good morning, husband."
"Well, it's still early, Madam, please sleep a little longer."
The man breathed a sigh of relief, kissed the girl tenderly between the eyebrows, got up and went to work with great enthusiasm, and called his special assistant to pick up his custom-made dress.
In the afternoon, Su Ci received the dress, matching jewelry, shoes and a special half-face mask sent by Bo Qian'an.
Butler Wu smiled broadly, "Madam, there's an auction tonight. There might be some rough jewels you'd like. The young master wants to take you to see them."
Su Ci hasn't been out for a long time.
Before, every time he went out shopping with Xiao Tao, Bo Qian'an kept a low profile, but at night he would become particularly demanding, and his grievances were about to turn into physical manifestations and overflow.
Su Ci didn't care where she went. She was very comfortable staying at home all the time. But if he was willing to take her out, did it mean that his situation had changed?
When changing into her dress, Su Ci remembered that she had left a few design drafts in the study. She was going to bring them to the auction to compare and choose. Unexpectedly, when she opened the door...
A certain CEO who came to work early in the morning was also there.
What was displayed on the projection screen was not financial statements, project plans, or stock market analysis charts... but ultra-clear surveillance images of every corner of the villa.
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