CEO Loves Wife As Life

"Then …" Liu Qingyan opened his wallet and took out a photo. He looked at her with a bit of sympathy, "This picture, how do you explain it?"

It was a group photo.

Su wrote a letter to Liu Qingyan.

In the photo, Liu Qingyan was sitting at his desk, using his computer while Su Wenwen was standing behind him, massaging his back. The tone of the whole picture was very warm. Liu Qingyan's silhouette looked handsome and serious. Su Wenwen had a ponytail, was wearing pajamas, and had a mischievous expression on his face.

"Why did you keep this photo?" Su Ming was stunned.

"I just forgot to bring it out." As Liu Qingyan spoke, he mixed it into a ball and threw it into the trash can beside him. "There's still the film."

"..." That doesn't mean anything. " Su Ming was still being stubborn.

"Oh, men don't think so." As Liu Qingyan spoke slowly, he had already forced his way in front of Su Wenwen. "Obediently cooperate. I'm also not willing to embarrass you."

Su Wen's hand that was hanging by his side clenched into a fist again.

She did not speak, and did not move again.

Her obedience finally made Liu Qingyan satisfied.

He reached out and lifted her hair. The hair Su Wen wrote on was very soft. It brushed through his fingers as if it were warm water. They couldn't let go of him.

"Why does it take so long?" he asked.

It was almost waist-high.

"Haichuan likes it." Su Ming replied with a stiff reply.

Liu Qingyan's finger paused for a moment before he began to strip her clothes.

"What kind of second-hand shop did you get these clothes from? Is that what Du Haichuan thinks?" Impatiently, he unzipped the zipper on the back of Su's letter and stripped off the clothes. Because the action was too crude, a long bruise was left on Su's arm.

Su Wen frowned, but did not say anything.

After the skirt fell off, Su Ming only had three moves left.

It was a very old underwear. What era was it? She was even wearing a cotton bra and short pants. The underwear was also very old. It was a beige white color. Just looking at it made her lose her appetite.

"Even if Du Haichuan is studying history, you still don't need to dress up as an old lady, do you?" Liu Qingyan smirked. He flipped her over and reached behind her to unbuckle her bra.

His speed was very fast. Su Wen subconsciously folded his arms, trying to cover the spring light on his chest.

Liu Qingyan had asked her to turn around, leaving behind the last one for her to keep temporarily.

"Now, it's your turn." he said, haughtily.

Su Wen looked at him doubtfully.

"Do I have to take it off myself?" Liu Qingyan stood there, unperturbed. His gaze was warm, but the smile on his lips was cold.

Su Wen bit his lips but did not move.

Liu Qingyan did not rush her. Instead, he picked up his phone and slowly said, "How about I give the Du Family a call and tell them that a drug dealer with the surname of Su lives in the West Prison. If things go wrong, he might become their family in the future."

Su Wen suddenly raised his head. Her lips moved, and she walked forward.

His hand was already on the button of Liu Qingyan's shirt.

The corner of Liu Qingyan's mouth lifted, "You really didn't tell them, you still have a father in prison. — — Du Haichuan doesn't know either?"

Su wrote a letter without a word and focused on unbuttoning the buttons for him.

"What does he think you are, a kind, pure Cinderella? That idiot really thinks himself to be Prince Charming? " Liu Qingyan continued to mock him.