100% pampering wife: See you on Monday, the wealthy husband

The room was quiet, there was still a lamp in the living room, He Yifan came home smelling of alcohol, and immediately saw the woman on the sofa.

Shen Qianqing sat up when she heard the sound, looked at the time on the wall, it was already eleven o'clock, and yawned mistyly: "You are back, I'm going to sleep."

He Yifan's voice behind him was a bit weird: "Are you waiting for me on purpose?"

"Auntie is not feeling well today, so I asked her to go to bed first, lest you disturb her when you come back." Shen Qianqing said as she went upstairs.

He Yifan casually went to the sofa and said, "I'm hungry."

Shen Qianqing turned around, and he continued, "It should be the wife's duty to cook for the husband who returns home, right?"

Unexpectedly, he still remembered what he said at noon, Shen Qianqing hesitated for a while and walked to the kitchen: "Only noodles, do you want to eat?"

"No tomatoes." He Yifan lazily said behind him.

Ten minutes later, Shen Qianqing put a bowl of steaming noodles in front of He Yifan: "Hurry up and go to bed."

"Sit down." He Yifan didn't pick up the chopsticks, but pulled Shen Qianqing's hand. She was unsteady and sat next to the man.

He Yifan lowered his head and ate noodles carefully, while Shen Qianqing was watching from the side, and suddenly felt a little hungry too.

He Yifan pushed the bowl away without eating much, and Shen Qianqing glanced at him: "It's wrong to waste food."

"I can't eat it."

Shen Qianqing frowned, and said dissatisfiedly: "Then you still say that you are hungry, is it really fun to play people?"

"I drank too much wine with my client. Although I'm very hungry, I can't eat anymore." After Shen Qianqing finished speaking, He Yifan spoke slowly.

Shen Qianqing suddenly didn't know what to say. This man is really hateful. It's not his fault every time, but he always makes things as if he is making trouble for no reason.

He Yifan glanced at Shen Qianqing, his eyes flashed, his back was turned to the light, his eyes were deep and elusive.

"Go to sleep after eating." Shen Qianqing didn't dare to stay, picked up the bowl and put it in the kitchen, turned around and bumped into the opponent's arms. She was much lower than He Yifan, her forehead just touched the opponent's shoulder, and He Yifan hugged him Shen Qianqing's waist, in the eyes of others, looks like they are hugging each other intimately.

"You let go."

"Don't let it go."

"Why Fan!"

"Ok?"

The two were tangled at the kitchen door, and Shen Qianqing couldn't break free but was pressed against the door by the other party. There was a cold wall behind her. She shivered and said helplessly, "Do you just want to stand at the kitchen door all the time?"

He Yifan's hand loosened a little, Shen Qianqing hurriedly pushed him away and walked away, but he still couldn't escape, his arm was pulled, and he was thrown directly onto the sofa.

"What are you going to do!" The memory of the last time here suddenly came back, and Shen Qianqing watched He Yifan walk over slowly and press him on top of him with a stiff body.

"What do you think?" He is sober today, and Shen Qianqing still has a little chance of communicating with him, but when she thinks of the second time between the two, she is forced to confess to He Yifan, and she feels despair.

"He Yifan, wait, I have something to tell you... um." The struggling hands were grabbed and easily pressed on top of the head. In almost a second, Shen Qianqing lost the chance to resist.

The tall figure pressed against her body like a thick wall, and her slender hands with thin calluses stroked her neck, and Shen Qianqing shivered.