I’m Secretly Married to a Big Shot

Qiao Mianmian's heartbeat was instantly disturbed.

Mo Yesi, this man... was teasing her again.

But every time she couldn't stand the teasing, he flicked it casually, and her heart would not listen to her.

Jumping slowly for a while, quickly for a while, and seemingly not beating for a while.

She can be fooled by her husband like this, and she is really good enough.

But is Mo Yesi an ordinary man?

There is a handsome husband like this, and he will be particularly provocative, no one can stand it.

"Cough, okay, no joke. The film and television city is not far from Yuncheng. I promise you, as long as I have time, I will come back to see you, okay?" In fact, Qiao Mianmian was also reluctant to leave for so long.

The two are in a period of rising emotions. At this time, it is so long to separate, no one can bear.

But love is important, as is career.

In fact, after marrying Mo Yesi, Qiao Mianmian was very stressed.

More stress than when she was single.

This pressure did not come from the economy, but the gap between her and Mo Yesi.

The better he is, the greater her pressure.

She would feel that she is not good enough for him.

Therefore, she hopes to make some achievements earlier, even if those achievements are not worth mentioning in front of him, at least, she can see that she is making progress.

She also wanted to earn a certain amount of security by her own efforts.

The girl's soft, white and tender arms hung around his neck, and her dark, watery eyes looked at him softly, and her voice was also delicate and soft.

Faced with this, Mo Yesi can say the word "not good".

Despite his dissatisfaction, he sighed and nodded, "Okay."

"I knew you were the best."

Qiao Mianmian chased after victory, tiptoe, raised his head and leaned to his lips to kiss.

After taking a light peck, Mo Yesi grabbed her by the waist and pressed her towards him, bowing his head heavily, and kissed hard.

"Well……"

Qiao Mianmian struggled, his voice intermittently: "Mo Yesi, I, I have to pack up."

"Don't worry, I'll clean it up for you later." The man's voice went low, his arms clinging to her waist grew hotter, pinching her jaw, and kissed deeply.

"No... I, I have to go to bed early tonight..."

"It's only seven o'clock now. You go to bed at ten o'clock and take another hour to pack up. We still have two hours..."

"But, but... um..." Her lips were closed again.

"Baby, you will be away for several months tomorrow. Before you leave, you don’t want to feed your husband. Do you want to starve me to death?"

"I……"

"Hush, baby, we don't have much time, so don't waste it on meaningless conversation."

The man hugged her sideways and hugged her out of the cloakroom.

*

For two hours, Mo Yesi didn't waste a minute.

From the moment Qiao Mianmian was placed on the **** bed by her, her cry lasted for two hours.

By the end of the last time, her voice was dumb.

The body was wet with sweat, as if it had been picked up from the water.

She had no energy at all.

It seemed that the blood was squeezed out by the fox demon, soaking in the bathtub motionless, let Mo Yesi help her clean her body.

When Mo Yesi finished her bath, wrapped her in a towel and took her back to bed, she closed her eyes tired and fell asleep within a moment.