Volume 1, Chapter 27 What's the Wife's Control? It's Clearly the Husband's Control
"I usually put my hands where they won't hurt." Wen Suhe whispered, "You can't escape."
snort.
If Su Zengrou can escape, she can escape too.
She will run away far away and never come back.
In the Qiao family, only her younger brother Qiao Chi is worthy of her miss.
Although her biological father and stepmother were not good people, her younger brother, although he had a stern face during her childhood and adolescence, was the only person in the family who gave her warmth.
He would secretly hide food for her, buy her small toys, take her out to play secretly, and cover up for her in front of her parents.
As for Wensu River...
Maybe I'll miss him too.
Since getting married, Wen Suhe has lost interest in such dinner parties.
Since Qiao Yin was full, he took Qiao Yin's hand and said, "My wife is tired, let's go first."
Joe, the excuse of a tool man, looked dazed as he was led out of the box.
Good job.
Use her as an excuse right in front of her.
When she was not in Beijing before, was Wen Suhe using her as an excuse to go home so early every night?
Could it be that Wen Suhe has become a famous henpecked husband in Beijing?
It is clear that the husband is the one in charge in their family.
Wen Suhe is a terrible person who can confuse right and wrong.
After leaving the box, Qiao Yin felt it was a pity, "She wore such a beautiful dress and hired a stylist. She was only there for less than an hour. What a waste."
Wen Suhe's lips curled slightly, "How could that be? I can still appreciate it for a long time."
You can't wear this skirt for anything.
She can't even take big steps when she walks, Wen Suhe, please stop imagining this in your mind.
Back in the room, Wen Suhe held Qiao Yin's hand and stood in front of the French window. "The night view here is nice. I didn't have time to enjoy it last night. Let's take a look tonight."
It wasn’t his fault that I didn’t have time to appreciate it last night.
Wen Suhe put his arms around her waist from behind and buried his head in her shoulders. "My dear, where do you want to go tomorrow?"
Qiao Yin tried her best to ignore the tingling sensation on her neck. "I want to check out all the attractions. I've never been here before."
"OK."
Qiao Yin tilted her head slightly, "Can you let me have a good rest tonight? I'll have to walk a lot tomorrow and will be super tired, ok?"
"Okay?"
"husband……"
Wen Suhe's eyes were dark, and his deep black pupils revealed a light that Qiao Yin could not see through.
She kissed Wen Suhe on the cheek and said, "It's a happy decision."
"good."
Wen Suhe didn't want to repeat his parents' mistakes, but he couldn't control his strong possessiveness towards Qiao Yin.
He wanted to possess all of her, and he was the only one in her world.
He could give her a little freedom.
With him by her side, she has the freedom to do whatever she wants.
When he is not around, Qiao Yin has to stay at home obediently.
Don't run.
The next day, Qiao Yin and Wen Suhe went out to visit tourist attractions.
Qiao Yin was wearing a sun hat and sunglasses, a white T-shirt and denim shorts, with a glass of water hanging diagonally, looking relaxed.
Wen Suhe saw from somewhere that the husband should carry the wife's bag.
So the handsome President Wen, who always sits in the office, wears a small apricot bag across his white T-shirt, and the bag contains some small gadgets of Qiao Yin.
Wen Suhe didn't think it was a big deal at all. When he saw other men carrying their wives' bags on the road, he asked Qiao Yin whether it looked better on him or on others.
Qiao Yin’s desire to survive is overwhelming, of course he is good-looking, he is the best-looking.
In fact, Wensu River is also beautiful.
The couple returned to the landscape garden on Sunday evening.
That's great~
Wen Suhe is going to work tomorrow.
You can have a good rest tonight.
Qiao Yin soaked comfortably in the jacuzzi. After playing for a few days, she seemed to have become a little darker.
Who cares.
Black is black.
Wen Suhe doesn't like it better.
Qiao Yin was listening to music and humming a song when suddenly there was a noise outside.
She stared at the door and it opened as expected.
Qiao Yin dived down, and the white foam floating on the bathtub covered her body, leaving only the part above her neck above the water.
"Honey, do you want to take a bath too? I'll be there soon, just wait a few minutes."
Wen Suhe unbuttoned his shirt as he walked, "Together."
Don't be together.
Don't want to be together.
When taking a bath with Wen Suhe, the bathtub will become a battlefield.
Qiao Yin put her hands in front of her chest and stared at him with her watery eyes, trying to make Wen Suhe give up with her eyes.
It didn't make Wen Suhe give up the idea, but instead made him desire it, with passion surging in his eyes.
He took off his shirt, revealing his cold white upper body, "My dear, it's been a few days, don't you miss me?"
"In no mood."
I visited tourist attractions during the day and felt so tired that I could fall asleep as soon as I got back to the hotel at night.
How can I have the energy to change the situation?
Wen Suhe "My dear, my menstrual period is coming soon. Let your husband satisfy your craving, just once."
Can you believe what Wen Suhe says?
While Qiao Yin was still in doubt, Wen Suhe stepped into the bathtub and clear water mixed with foam splashed out.
But in an instant, Qiao Yin was already sitting on Wen Suhe's body, and he was holding her chin and kissing her.
The kiss became deeper and deeper, and Qiao Yin's struggle became less and less. Her body was hot, her eyes were confused and charming, and she nestled in his arms, humming and moaning, like a broken rag doll.
In the middle of the night, Qiao Yin felt pain in her lower abdomen, so she grabbed Wen Suhe's hand and woke him up.
"Good boy!"
"It hurts, it seems like that is coming..."
The lights in the room suddenly came on, Wen Suhe picked up Qiao Yin and went to the bathroom.
This was the second time he took care of Qiao Yin during her menstrual period, and he was already doing everything in an orderly manner.
She took a pair of clean panties and sanitary napkins and went back to the bathroom. After handing them to Qiao Yin, she left.
After Qiao Yin changed, he went out and saw Wen Suhe holding a cup of warm water and some painkillers.
Well……
No more painkillers.
It doesn't hurt enough to require painkillers.
Qiao Yin drank a few sips of hot water and felt much better.
When he looked up again, Wen Suhe's gaze was deep, and his dark eyes were full of heartache and pity.
Just the menstrual period?
Does he need to be so exaggerated?
Wen Suhe was reluctant to let her go, so he carried her back to the bed.
Qiao Yin had been overexerting herself these past few days and didn’t feel as much pain anymore. She soon fell into a light sleep and vaguely felt the warm palms massaging her lower abdomen gently.
When Qiao Yin thought he woke up, Wen Suhe had already gone to the company.
I didn't expect that as soon as I opened my eyes, I would be struck by Wen Suhe's handsome face.
“You, you…”
"What time is it?"
"Nine o'clock."
"It's nine o'clock, why are you still at home?" Qiao Yin blinked blankly, "Today is Monday, right?"
"Yes." Wen Suhe lay lazily on his side, propping up his chin to look at her, "Baby, I'm the boss. If there's no particularly important meeting, I can go if I want to, and I don't have to go to the company if I don't want to. Many things are important during your menstrual period."
Qiao Yin couldn't understand why the menstrual period was so important.
She's been through this many times.
With ease.
It turns out that Wen Suhe had his reasons for staying at home.
Qiao Yin was not allowed to touch anything cold or spicy. During her menstrual period, she was treated like she was in confinement after childbirth, eating only light and nourishing food, including blood tonics.
Wen Suhe asked her to eat more, but Qiao Yin couldn't laugh.
In the afternoon, Qiao Yin couldn't help it anymore, "I'm going to do my summer homework. Stay alone for a while. Don't follow me!"
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