Mr. He’s Daily Affections

He Jingyao only remembered the medical examination a week ago.

He frowned slightly: "I'll be able to read it tomorrow."

"No, you have to take a look now!" He Yirong's voice rose suddenly.

He Jingyao didn't take it seriously and was about to hang up the phone, but then He Yirong said something else, causing He Jingyao's face to sink suddenly.

"Now do you know the severity?" He Yirong gritted his teeth.

He Jingyao was silent for a moment, then suddenly smiled: "I should rest, good night, father."

After he finished speaking, he yelled at He Yirong in exasperation, hung up the phone decisively, turned off the phone, and then threw the phone aside.

At the same time, Su Zhixi finally dried her hair and wiped the cream.

She walked towards him with a smile, with a little blush on her face: "Is there anything important?"

He Jingyao's dark eyes fell on her, every inch of bare skin was not let go, Su Zhixi was hot as he watched.

"Jing Yao?" Su Zhixi was shy and puzzled.

He Jingyao smiled abruptly.

The familiar bird of prey rose fiercely, and his mouth was dry.

"It's okay." His voice fell in a low voice, his long legs approached, embraced her waist, and kissed deeply.

...

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In the middle of the night, Su Zhixi had slept deep due to fatigue.

Her long hair was spread on the pillow, the passionate sweat on her forehead was still there, and the ambiguous traces were scattered on the soft skin.

He Jingyao sat beside her, casually put on a nightgown, but did not wear a belt, revealing a clear chest.

His hand fell on Su Zhixi's face, first wiped off the sweat for her, and then shoved the wet hair away.

She slept soundly. He just asked too hard just now, probably exhausting her.

And the kiss marks... He Jingyao's hand fell on her shoulder, stroked from the little drop of plum, her eyes deep and dark, but she never revealed the slightest emotion.

Eventually, he got up and went to the desk and opened the laptop.

A medical report was already lying in my inbox.

There are so many projects and the indicators are extremely complicated, but he still read them carefully.

After half an hour, his eyes turned away from the screen.

The hazy moonlight came in from the window, quiet and beautiful.

He Jingyao closed the notebook, turned off the lamp, and returned to the bed.

Su Zhixi originally curled up and slept. This might be because she felt that there was no one around her. She spread her hands and made up most of the entire bed.

There was a gentle smile in the man's eyes.

He grabbed her right hand, lay down beside her, and took her into his arms.

"Good night," he said softly in her ear.

Su Zhixi made a vague mumble and drilled his head into his arms.

A quiet room.

...

The next day, Su Zhixi slept again until three days in the sun before waking up.

She rolled over with her eyes closed, and she couldn't help crying out.

Her body seemed to have been taken apart and put back in again. No bones were right. She hurt her teeth and grinned.

Last night, He Jingyao seemed to be ignorant, and asked her again and again, tossing her about to break up... Su Zhixi always felt that his needs were more and more frequent, but she was squeezed more and more. More and more useless.

Suddenly, a strong arm traversed and took her over.