The sweet wife is too sweet: Husband, do you want a hug?

Chapter 116 Sweet Night (1)

Tang Xinyan looked at his silent expression with his thin lips tightly pursed, and suddenly wondered what the girl he loved so much was like.

It must be quite beautiful and excellent!
Ignoring the astringency spreading from her chest, she withdrew her ankle from his palm.

This time, he didn't force himself.

He got up and went to the bathroom to wash his hands. When he came out, there was an extra pack of cigarettes and a lighter between his long fingers.

He looked at the little woman curled up on the sofa, and said in a low voice, "The woman you thought was my mother."

Unexpectedly, he would answer her, Tang Xinyan was taken aback.

Although she and Mo Chiwei were not married because of love, legally, his mother is also her mother-in-law.

She asked with concern, "Your mother and son must have a good relationship. Is she in good health?"

Mo Chiwei's long and narrow eyes were covered with thick emotions, and the look he looked at Tang Xinyan became heavy and complicated.

After a while, he whispered, "She's dead."

Tang Xinyan's long eyelashes trembled, her expression was solemn, "I'm sorry, I don't know."

Mo Chiwei held the cigarette case with his fingers hard, and the veins on the back of his hand bulged slightly, as if thinking of something heavy and painful.

Shrouded by his heavy low pressure, Tang Xinyan drooped her little head, and wisely said nothing more.

After Mo Chiwei stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows and smoked a cigarette, he got a call, looked at the caller ID, and walked into the study room equipped with the suite.

Tang Xinyan stuck out her tongue, no matter how dull she was, she could tell that Mo Chiwei was unhappy.

But yes, if he thought of his dead father, he would feel depressed and sad.

Originally, she wanted to take him into the study and go back to the 26th floor, but she didn't want to make him unhappy again. She sat on the sofa like a good baby, staring at the study door motionless.

5 minutes passed, 10 minutes passed, half an hour passed...

Before Mo Chiwei came out of the study, Tang Xinyan, who had been insomnia for several days, had heavy eyelids.

……

An hour later, Mo Chiwei came out of the study after answering the long-distance call.

Tang Xinyan had already fallen asleep.

She didn't lie on the sofa, hugging her knees, her little head bit by bit, as if she was about to fall off the sofa at any time.

He gently put her down on the sofa, and let her little head rest on his slender legs.

He reads emails on his business phone, occasionally glancing at her.

She slept soundly, her slender eyelashes cast a silhouette on her smooth little face, quiet and pretty.

He raised his finger and gently scratched the tip of her straight nose.

Being harassed, she groaned, and unconsciously moved her little head to a warm place.

She didn't realize at all that she leaned on the most sensitive part of a man.

The warm breath spilled over, even through the fabric of the pants, it could seep in, and his originally lazy and comfortable body suddenly tensed into a thread.

Suddenly, I felt like I dug a hole for myself.

Suppressing the fire rising up in his lower abdomen, he moved her little head to her legs.

She murmured in a daze, and leaned back on the edge of the sofa. Last time, he felt sorry for her smashing on the coffee table. Seeing that she was about to fall again, he quickly moved her back.

She continued to lean against a warm and comfortable place, her small face almost touching him.

His eyes are getting darker and darker.

With long fingers, she brushed away the hair that covered her small face, and whispered hoarsely, "Little thing, do you know what you are doing?"

(End of this chapter)