Explosive cute wife: black-bellied husband, please respect yourself!

Chapter 395 The deity is back (1)

Kong Xinyao threw the bag aside, bent down to lift his thin body, and walked towards the European-style bed, walking with difficulty.

This man is lean and muscular, he never expected to carry such a heavy weight!
It took a lot of effort to move Xiao Yixun to the bed, Kong Xinyao was panting from exhaustion.

Yan Chuyan was left with only her cool and conservative underwear, and fell asleep drowsily under the influence of the fragrance.

Kong Xinyao stared at the two lying on the bed, her pupils were darkened, her slender fingers touched the man's shirt, the buttons burst open one by one, and the clothes on her body were thrown to the ground one by one...

After arranging everything, Kong Xinyao curled her lips coldly, covered them with quilts, and walked towards the door.

Suddenly, on the luxurious long table, brightly colored food flashed across her eyes, she stopped in her tracks, turned around and walked over to the table.

The Kong Corporation went bankrupt suddenly, and her daddy and mommy were hit hard both physically and mentally. Mommy couldn't accept it for a while, lost her mind, went all over the street with a knife to kill people, and was locked up in a mental hospital. Her daddy's heart was already broken. No, the century-old company turned into an empty shell overnight. Father Kong spurted blood on the spot and became a vegetable. He couldn't even pay for the hospitalization, so he could only return to the old rented house and lie down.

Kong Xinyao had been hungry for most of the day. When she came out of the Hei-shi bar in the morning, she didn't eat anything in her empty stomach except for a few glasses of lemonade in the restaurant.

Staring at the delicious food on the table, she couldn't help but stepped forward, grabbed the steak with her bare hands, and took a big bite regardless of her image.

It smells so good...

Kong Xinyao grabbed a piece of Italian foie gras dissatisfied with a piece of filet mignon, her mouth was full of oil, and she looked extremely wretched...

At this moment, a faintly flickering 360-degree camera with no dead angle was facing her in a corner of the suite. It took her two hours to install this camera herself in the morning.

A brain is a good thing, but it's a pity that she doesn't have one!
"Hmm... Beiming Haoting... help me..." Yan Chuyan murmured suddenly, and slowly turned over, with her back to Xiao Yixun.

When Kong Xinyao heard the sound, the foie gras in her mouth instantly fell to the ground with a "clack", and she was frightened out of her wits.

Looking back, the person on the bed was just murmuring, and did not really wake up. She breathed a sigh of relief, wiped her greasy hands with a napkin, and took out the fresh-keeping bag used for body shaping from the bag , wrapped up the leftover food on the dining table, put on sunglasses and left wretchedly.

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Clover Hospital.

The afterglow of the evening penetrated the glass and sprinkled on the man's exquisite and three-dimensional handsome face, and the long and thick eyelashes were sprinkled with broken gold, showing an extraordinary enchanting handsomeness.

Beiming Haoting fell asleep under the effect of the medicine. The chief surgeon said that the operation was a success, and when he woke up again after anesthesia, his hearing would be restored.

James sat in front of the hospital bed and carefully peeled apples, like a good wife and mother...

"Knock knock knock!"

There was a lingering knock on the door, and James jumped up from the chair, twitched the corners of his lips, and said loudly towards the door——

"My aunt, beautiful Angela, stop knocking, my husband is still resting, resting!" He emphasized heavily, with a look of helplessness on his serious face, "I'll call you when he wakes up, OK?"

"Oh what Kay?" Accompanied by the sound of the door opening, a familiar male voice passed through the eardrums, the magnetic voice mixed with a familiar evil...

"The deity is back." The man who stepped into the gate handsomely brushed his hair up. Although this gesture was too vulgar to bear to look at directly, there was a sense of dignity and immortality in his gestures.

(End of this chapter)