Hubby, Please Spare Me

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Shui Miaomiao looked at the time, it was nine o'clock, she turned over, facing him and asked, "Don't you have to go to work today?"

Shen Mochen chuckled, his eyes sullen, and he asked lazily, "Who cares about me?"

Shui Miaomiao: "..."

Is such capital really good?

"You are careful not to be upright, but not right," Shui Miaomiao said to him.

"Well, you can tell that you are crooked."

"You're just crooked." Shui Miaomiao pushed his chest.

Shen Mochen's eyes became more and more evil, "I am straight and straight, don't you know? If you don't know, I will let you know now."

Shen Mochen turned over, covering her body.

Jun's face widened in front of her.

Shui Miaomiao covered his lips and his voice came out muffled, "I haven't brushed my teeth yet."

"It's okay, I didn't brush my teeth." He pulled her hand.

Shui Miaomiao: "..."

It happened that his cell phone rang.

Shen Mochen turned around tentatively and took the phone.

Shui Miaomiao glanced at her, and it was Zengzi.

She slipped into the bathroom to brush her teeth and wash.

Shen Mochen answered.

"Mr. Shen, I am Zeng Zi. Xing Zun went to Huanchen like this at about ten o'clock today."

"Well, thanks, let's do this first." Shen Mochen hung up the phone and walked into the bathroom.

Shui Miaomiao is brushing her teeth, helping her squeeze the toothpaste, put the water, and put the toothbrush on his cup.

She glanced at him, her eyes darkened.

She called him to get up, he couldn't afford it.

Zeng Zi's phone came, he was full of energy.

Shen Mochen brushes his teeth.

Shui Miaomiao ignored the discomfort in her heart, washed her face with facial cleanser, and just wiped it off with a towel. Shen Mochen held her soft face, and the kiss fell on her forehead.

Feeling very gentleman, with a clear fragrance of toothpaste, sprinting at the tip of the nose, it smells good.

Shui Miaomiao's face was slightly reddened, and he asked softly, "I'm going to make tomato and egg noodles now. Soon, after I've eaten, I'll go?"

"Well, I'll take you to the company after eating." Shen Mochen said, pouring clear water into his palm.

Shui Miaomiao tilted his head and said in a whisper: "What if someone else sees it? Maybe he still knows Shen Jiachang."

"Then go by yourself, the car I bought for you, you should be the decoration." Shen Mochen looked a little stunned.

Shui Miaomiao: "..."

I knew she didn't speak.

"I'll cook breakfast." Shui Miaomiao walked from the bathroom to the kitchen.

Shen Mochen raised the corner of his mouth, patted the water on his beard, and shaved the razor down his perfect chin...

When he was done, he went into the kitchen.

Shui Miaomiao finished the noodles, fried tomato eggs and poured on top of the noodles.

She wanted to hold a bowl in one hand, which was a bit hot and not finished, and her hand was over her ear.

Shen Mochen went in and picked up two bowls of noodles.

Shui Miaomiao looked at him and blinked.

"Look what to see, take the chopsticks, grab it." Shen Mochen glanced down at the chopstick frame.

"Oh. Oh." Shui Miaomiao held two pairs of chopsticks in his hand, and fart followed behind his butt.

Shen Mochen put the bowl on both sides.

Shui Miaomiao held his hand and saw that his finger was also red, blowing it, and asked softly, "Is it hot or not? You just take it."

She blew into the air in his palm, itchy.

Shen Mochen chuckled slightly and ridiculed: "Isn't it possible that my thick skin can spare the earth?"

"How can it be? That's milk tea sales. If it's really your skin, then you're too big. Leave some room for someone to stand." Shui Miaomiao held his finger to cover his ear.