Hubby, Please Spare Me

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The temperature in the room was raised, breathing, and it felt uncomfortable.

Shen Mochen's cell phone rang.

He frowned.

Instead, Shui Miaomiao breathed a sigh of relief and reminded him, "You answer the phone."

Shen Mochen ignored the phone ringtone at all, staring at her scorchingly, Evil Cheng escalated, and said hoarsely, "Return to me, then answer."

Shen Mochen's cell phone ringing stopped very appropriately.

Shui Miaomiao looked inevitable, sucked his lower lip to the end, then let go, blushing and said, "I'm shy."

She originally felt that she would justify the words, at least, very repulsive, but the voice, soft, she wanted to burrow, not like refusing, but more like, politely agreeing, hoping that he would dominate.

Shen Mochen smiled and liked her to be supple. He kissed her on her lips and coaxed: "It’s always about trying. You are my wife and I am your husband. There is nothing to be shy about or not to eat. Ever..."

Shui Miaomiao's cell phone rang again.

Shen Mochen was disturbed twice, a little irritated.

Shui Miaomiao's heartbeat almost jumped out of his throat, nervous as if he was caught doing bad things, and his breathing was not stable.

She picked up the phone on the bedside table, saw the caller ID, and reminded Shen Mochen: "It's grandpa, your grandpa."

Shen Mochen was very displeased with his old man.

Shui Miaomiao answered the phone and shouted respectfully: "Grandpa."

"Miao Miao, come to my house for dinner tomorrow night, and you should meet with your family." Mr. Shen said with a smile.

Shen Mochen grabbed the old man's phone and said unkindly: "Me and Miao Miao are exercising, do you think it is appropriate to make two calls?"

Shui Miaomiao: "..."

Grandpa Shen: "..."

Shen Mochen, how can you say that to others, or grandpa who looked up but did not look down.

"Grandpa, Shen Mochen is joking." Shui Miaomiao smiled into the microphone.

Shen Mochen pinched on Shui Miaomiao's waist.

Itchy and painful.

"Ah." Shui Miaomiao snorted, and immediately realized what kind of sound he made, shameful.

"You continue, you continue." The old man believed in Shen Mochen.

Shui Miaomiao put his face in his arms and found that his body was hotter than hers.

Shen Mochen did it badly.

Shui Miaomiao pushed Shen Mochen.

Shen Mochen held her hand and said softly, "Don't make trouble."

"Grandpa has misunderstood it now." Shui Miaomiao said indifferently, and looked at him with resentment, unhappy.

Shen Mochen laughed, "He all misunderstood, if we don't do something, isn't Bai misunderstanding?"

Shui Miaomiao paused.

Shen Mochen said something reasonable.

but……

She remembered that he promised her to listen to her tonight.

Shui Miaomiao grinned, a sly smile flashed in his eyes, raised his eyebrows, bad.

Shen Mochen looked at her, back, suddenly, a little cold.

Shui Miaomiao untied his tie, dangling his tie around his fingers, and ordered: "Hands, hands!"

"Oh." Shen Mochen chuckled and glanced at the alarm clock on her bedside table, reminding: "In three hours, it's tomorrow. Are you sure you want to do this?"

Shui Miaomiao: "..."

Why couldn't she fight Shen Mochen?

Angry, threw the tie on him, rolled over, got down, and pretended to be dead.

Shen Mochen raised her smile and lay next to her, looking tenderly at her small face, and rubbing her head.

Although the couple's posture was not made under Shui Miaomiao's hypocrisy.

Today, there is no good time.

He is rejuvenated, ready to go, and will work harder tomorrow.