She didn't want him to endure what she made, so she tried her best to enhance the freshness of the soup and remove the medicinal taste. Now that she had gained some experience, he began to accept it and eat it.
When she finished dinner, expecting that he might not come back, Mu Wan ate with her son first and left the soup for him. But it was nearly ten o'clock, and he still hadn't come back.
She called him, and the phone rang for a long time before she picked up.
"Hello." It was a woman's voice.
Mu Wan was stunned for a moment, her breath hitched and she didn't speak.
"Who are you? Are you looking for Yang?" Seeing that there was no sound, the woman asked again.
Mu Wan's voice was dry, and when she was about to speak, the phone was taken away by another person.
"Nini." Wen Jinyang's voice was hoarse, "Am I coming back now?"
"What's wrong with you?" Hearing that his voice was not right, she was naturally worried.
"nothing?"
After ending the call, she held the phone in her arms and sat on the sofa in the living room in a daze. Finally, she felt uneasy and ran downstairs to wait. Within ten minutes, she saw his car arriving.
As soon as the car stopped, a beautiful blond woman got out of the car first, and then asked to help him out. He slightly refused, and after getting out of the car, he asked the driver to take her back.
"Yang, are you sure you live here?" The person who followed Wen Jinyang back was Tina Ben. Looking at this dilapidated house, in her opinion, only the poor would live here.
"I'm sure." When Wen Jinyang saw Mu Wan there, he thought his eyes were blurred, "Nini."
She walked over slowly to help him.
Wen Jinyang went over to hug her: "Why are you down?"
She was about to answer, but saw that there were outsiders present, so she didn't answer for a while.
Tina looked at Mu Wan in shock. She felt that this woman looked familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had seen her before.
"Tina, thank you for today, let's go first." Wen Jinyang hugged Mu Wan and stopped watching her go in.
Tina had been asking people to inquire, but she had never heard that there was a woman around Wen Jinyang! She was greatly shocked. Looking at the dilapidated building, she was shocked that Wen Jinyang lived here.
Mu Wan could smell the heavy smell of alcohol from his body and sighed in her heart.
But he looked sober, so he probably wasn't completely drunk. She helped him sit up and said, "I'll get you a towel to wipe your face."
Who knew that before she even got up, he pulled her back, turned over and pressed her down on the sofa. He kissed her lips heavily, the familiar aroma and sweet taste, I really miss her.
"Jinyang." Mu Wan called him weakly, and all his words were swallowed up in his stomach.
In fact, she also misses his kiss, which is a little domineering, a little gentle, a little bewitching, and has a smell unique to men, like a wisp of rosemary in the middle of the night, which can easily remove people's defenses, just to indulge in it. She is powerless
She closed her eyes and felt his big palm caressing her body, but she had lost the strength to resist.
"Nini..." He murmured her name, kissed her ear, and peeled off her clothes piece by piece. Was Wen Jinyang really drunk? No, it was just a few too many drinks at the banquet.
It won't make him drunk.
It's just that I wanted to hug her and kiss her so much these days. When I came back, I saw her concerned face, and the alcoholic energy naturally overwhelmed her.
Mu Wan has almost no strength to resist. They haven't had sex with each other for a long time, and it seems that they really have a need for this.
This is especially true for men. If they are not satisfied in this aspect for a long time, they will become a little impatient at this moment. Sure enough, he quickly pulled one of her legs apart, and her body was split open heavily.
She was really not wet enough, and she was a little reluctant to accommodate him. Looking at his eyes, she obviously wanted to increase the power of the nozzle. She put her hand around his neck and said, "Slow down..."
Hearing her squeamish voice, Wen Jinyang felt troubled and hummed: "Well..."
She saw that there was still a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, his face was red, and there was a strong smell of alcohol on his lips when he kissed her. She felt tender in her heart, so she wiped away his sweat and wrapped her legs around his waist, hinting that he could
It's started.
Wen Jinyang kissed her on the corner of her lips, his movements becoming much gentler.
His warm palms caressed her body tenderly. She was very familiar with every trace of these hands, igniting the fire in her body bit by bit. Her face was buried in the side of his neck, and every movement he made made her
She hummed softly, and a thought came to her mind in a daze: she would probably never fall in love with another man again in her life!
"What's wrong, Nini?" Sensing her strangeness and seeing tears still in the corners of her eyes, he picked her up, let her sit on his lap, and kissed her tears, "Does it hurt you?"
She sniffed, shook her head, and reached out to touch his face: "Didn't I tell you to drink less?"
"Actually, I didn't drink much. I did it on purpose." He tried to be cunning. Seeing that it really hurt her, he carefully helped her up, pushed her in again, and buried his face in her chest. "What's wrong? I feel bad."
Already?"
She felt distressed! But she felt pain from being pushed by him, so she hugged him with her lower body, and subconsciously moved her waist to fit him to facilitate his next move.
Wen Jinyang gasped at her sudden initiative, and patted her pretty buttocks with his hand: "Nini, how long have you said it has been since I wanted you properly?"
"Without me, don't you have someone else?" As soon as she finished speaking, her waist was held down, and he stabbed hard again. She screamed in panic, and then buried her head on his shoulder meekly, a little apologetically.
It means, "It's too deep, please be gentler..."
"It turns out that my Nini is jealous, and now I will tell you whether I have had anyone else in the past six months or so." Wen Jinyang said, holding her waist tightly, and deeply penetrated the soft spot that made him addicted.
A tender place.
"Yeah..." Mu Wan couldn't bear it anymore and hummed. She was afraid that she would disturb her son by being too loud, so she had to bite her lower lip and hold his shoulders tightly.
"Nini, it's so tight and comfortable." He buried his face in her chest and took a deep breath.
She really wanted to scream to tell him to shut up, but the overwhelming joy came over her, and she was extremely emotional, and the place where the two were glued together was already wet and sticky.
It really had been too long since they had done it, and they didn't go back to the room. They just lingered in the living room until the early morning.
Although he was satisfied, he still refused to let go of the woman in his arms. He hugged her and squeezed on the sofa, stroking the wet hair on her cheeks and looking at her delicate red face. The orgasm had not faded yet, so in his arms.
Even more charming and cute.
At this moment, he thought, if Nini doesn't want to marry him, just don't marry him, and if she doesn't want to return to China, don't go back. This is fine now.
His Nini, he just wants to make her happy. It seems that no matter how much he spoils her, it's not enough, no matter how much he loves her, it feels inadequate. He just wants to love her more, spoil her more, and just want to make her happy.