The Trap of the Rich: The First Lady Never Comes Home

Chapter 322 The Secret of Taylor Barton’s Drill (3)

"Don't dare..." Seeing Huo Qirui stop, Du Liangchen hurriedly begged for mercy.

On the bed, I will never be his opponent, and I can only beg for mercy every time.

Just like now, even if he doesn't possess himself, just teasing and igniting her everywhere has already driven her to death.Du Liangchen decided immediately that he would never provoke him again when he was near the bed.
Hearing her begging for mercy, Huo Qirui's hand finally stopped, resting on her lower abdomen, gently stroking back and forth, with a delicate and gentle feeling, "Does it still hurt here?"

Du Liangchen leaned on his arm and shook his head lightly, "It doesn't hurt anymore."

He has been restricting him in various ways for the past few days, not allowed to eat cold fruits, not allowed to eat cold drinks, not allowed to catch cold...

It's just a little normal dysmenorrhea, but he is very strict with her.

He even forced himself to drink Chinese medicine...

Du Liangchen felt that sometimes he didn't resist his control, and seemed to be quite happy in his heart.

Over the years, there have been quite a few people who have greeted her with care.

However, because she was used to taking good care of herself before taking care of others, those greetings seemed to be a kind of etiquette, dispensable.

There is only this one man who can control everything about her domineeringly, and sometimes it seems a little unreasonable...

Why do you have to be so nice to yourself?
"Do you love me?" Du Liangchen suddenly asked nonsensically.

It's not because of love, why should you be so nice to a woman?

"You want me to love you?" Huo Qirui bit the word "love" hard on purpose, and walked around her waist restlessly.

Gritting his teeth, Du Liangchen asked again, "I want to ask if you like me?"

Do you have to misinterpret your own meaning?This is the second time this question has been asked...

Huo Qirui turned around supporting her body with his arms, so that her face faced him.

"Feel it yourself." Huo Qirui held her little hand and put it on his heart for a while.

Du Liangchen was stunned, is this his answer?
What does it mean to feel it yourself?You just ask because you can’t feel it or understand it?There is no such answer to other people's questions...

Huo Qirui was not talking, he touched the towel that he had torn off from behind, and gently put it on Du Liangchen's stomach.

He hugged the woman beside him and fell asleep peacefully.

For the next week, Du Liangchen got up very early, got into the kitchen as soon as he finished washing up, and prepared all kinds of delicacies for Lan Jing, and finally managed to annoy the black-faced god at home.

"Stop." Du Liangchen was about to go out with the thermos box when Huo Qirui stopped him.

"Why?" Du Liangchen stopped and turned to look at him inexplicably.

"You're not allowed to go to the hospital today, just stay at home." Huo Qirui stood up from the sofa with a jerk.

This damned woman went to the winery to study when she was busy, and went to the hospital to visit the woman whose origin was unknown when she was not busy.

"No, I promised Xiaojing that I would go to the hospital to see her every day..." Seeing that Huo Qirui's face turned dark, Du Liangchen retreated very consciously, and tugged at a corner of him, with a flattering look .

Huo Qirui gritted his teeth resentfully, "Tomorrow I will call the doctor to make her recover quickly, and send her away as soon as she recovers!"

Du Liangchen smiled shamelessly, "You are so kind. Can I go?"

"Wait." Huo Qirui held her back again.

(End of this chapter)