Ji Tang stopped half-explaining the dark green long skirt, and his body was frozen in place.

Song Yumo, sitting on the leather sofa, was wearing a pure black suit with dark patterns, with a fine cut and texture. From beginning to end, he was quiet and silent as if he had hidden his tall figure in the dark light.

His eyebrows and eyes were deep, and his vision fell smoothly and persistently in Ji Tang's direction.

I saw the woman who was performing a undressing show the second before. At this moment, her slender back was firmly close to the front of the wine cabinet where solid wood and glass were interspersed. She had a slim figure under her skirt, but her chest had a plump outline. While she was hiding, the temptation of beauty was extremely strong.

The ink color in the eyes of Song Yumo was slightly deeper, and his slender and powerful fingers slowly unbuttoned the expensive watch and placed it on the coffee table.

The movement, looking at it, felt very familiar, and there was no difference between the one he took off his watch and placed on the bedside table on the wedding night before, as if he was rubbing a knife and locking his prey.

Ji Tang was still thinking about what to use to save her gentle and decent image of a noble lady.

Unpredictable, he was shocked by his eyes.

Her body movements have always been faster than her brain, and her legs seemed to lose strength at once. She subconsciously leaned against the cabinet and fell down shakingly.

Being able to persevere until now has already considered her psychological quality to be good!

Before Ji Tang could figure out how to act, the man's black figure slowly poured on her.

Immediately afterwards, I heard Song Yumo ask in a low and calm voice, with his usual style of conduct, not even a modifier.

"What’s wrong with you?"

Ji Tang's eyelashes kept shaking physiologically, and his voice stuck in his throat for a long time and could not speak.

——Ahhhh, this dog man has a brain. Is it interesting to ask her what's wrong with her now?

——If I hadn’t been scared by you, what would I do when I kneel down?

——Sitting in the living room late at night without talking, is it autism?

I complained in my heart, and after taking a deep breath, my mouth was very bored: "Honey, I'm blew too much cold wind on the cruise ship tonight, and I'm a little low in blood sugar. I just fainted."

Song Yumo cooperated with her falling to the ground and squatted slowly, as if he was looking at her expression close to see if she had deceived a man.

Obviously, after three years of hard work, Ji Tang's acting skills are still in place.

The exquisite makeup couldn't hide the beautiful face and turned white, with wet light locked in his eyes, and even the smile that was barely trying to maintain a decent smile was a little blurred.

Fortunately, Song Yumo's gaze immediately moved away after two seconds.

He believed the woman's nonsense, and soon his slender arms with exquisite cufflinks were clearly reflected in Ji Tang's eyes. It was natural that his palms carried the man's body temperature and touched her exposed cold shoulders.

Ji Tang was picked up in a complete confusion, his face pressed against his chest. Without reacting, Song Yumo ran upstairs.

In the master bedroom, a warm orange ambiguous light shines on the blurred silhouettes of the two.

After Ji Tang was carried to the bed, his eyes were dodging and hesitating at first, and then he tried to struggle to find his right to speak in the matter of husband and wife. He didn't want to be knocked down by the wolf. His eyes were filled with belated surprises, and his voice was soft: "Husband, aren't you busy tonight? Why don't you say hello to me when you get home, otherwise I'll wait for you at home and won't be fainted by the cold wind when you go out..."

The perfect wife attitude that should be given must be arranged.

This is about professional ethics!

Song Yumo did not answer first, but swept her calves exposed outside the thin quilt, curled up slightly unnaturally, and was white under the light.

Ji Tang sensed the man's eyes and noticed some danger.

Little by little, hiding his feet secretly in the quilt.

Fortunately, Song Yumo was still steadily holding on to his extreme ascetic character. When Ji Tang asked, his slender and cold hands took out his black cell phone from his suit pocket, and slowly turned on the screen to show her-

[Is the work over? Is there any dinner? I miss my husband so much, oh...]

“…”

Ji Tang didn't expect that he would fall to this text message with false affection tonight.

I was pretending to be dizzy just now, and I was really feeling emotional and I was really lacking in qi and blood.

But she couldn't close her eyes and died ashamed.

Song Yumo had already put away his phone and the text message.

Then, I could explain in a concise way: "I'll go take a shower."

Ji Tang's mind rang: "?"

Go and wash and tell me what to do.

Song Yumo took off his suit slowly and untied his tie, revealing his tight and powerful chest slightly, and his deep eyes fell to her as if there was nothing.

Ji Tang: "?"

The dog man is hinting at me, he is hinting at me!!!

...

Song Yumo took a shower in the bathroom and turned back to the cloakroom.

Under the bright light, the man walked towards rows of glass wardrobes, stood in front of a drawer, and slowly opened them.

The six small square boxes inside were never opened, and he put them last time.

Song Yumo took it out calmly and turned sideways to notice a post-it notes on the closet next to him, with a line of delicate handwriting on it.

Note: [Half bowl of bird's nest porridge for breakfast, fruit for lunch, vegetable salad for dinner! Height 168cm, weight is controlled at 44KG, come on, lose weight! Mei Tangtang is the most beautiful woman!]

The bird's stomach is nothing more than that.

Since Song Yumo got married, he has known that Ji Tang has a personality that is not beautiful and will die.

This also explains that she will feel weak and dizzy when she blew the cold wind for a while at night.

The inspirational post-it note was then ruthlessly torn off by the man and thrown into the trash can.

When Song Yumo returned to the master bedroom, the lighting had been turned off.

Ji Tang lies in bed in a regular manner. In the dark environment, all senses will become extremely clear, and it seems that his breathing will slow down. He feels that his whole body is covered by the slightly burning breath gradually approaching the man.

My heart trembled, I couldn't help but open my eyelashes and crashed into my extremely dark eyes.

...

Before marrying Song Yumo for family interests, Ji Tang recognized everyone from the Song family, but he had never seen him.

Because she was plotted to marry into the Song family by three half-brothers, and she had just graduated, she had no chance to enjoy her youth and young actors, so she had to change from a professional socialite to a noble profession.

I was instinctively reluctant, and Song Yumo had not returned abroad.

One month before the wedding, the two of them were forced to arrange a date three times as if they were arranged by their elders.

Ji Tang still clearly remembers the awkward scene when he was unfamiliar with Song Yumo on his wedding night.

After three years, it was obvious that the man had become much more mature, and he skillfully awakened the body's memory of him.

Don’t look at Song Yumo’s cold and noble appearance of a slander under the bed, when he is asked to fulfill his husband’s power, the most evil side of a man will be exposed.

Ji Tang's dark green long skirt that had not been taken off was now ruthlessly thrown to the ground.

I don't know how long it has passed.

After the end, when Ji Tang closed her eyes in a daze and was about to fall asleep, the body temperature of the man's body that was tightly clenched with her back disappeared.

She woke up subconsciously, staring at the dark figure beside the bed with dark eyes.

Song Yumo turned on the desk lamp on the bedside table and turned it into a non-glazing brightness.

He only wore a pair of long trousers, and his male aura was very strong, which was completely different from his gentle and well-dressed appearance during the day. Perhaps it was because the quiet night was late and people could easily let people unconsciously take off their disguises. Ji Tang gave him a casual look and continued to turn over to sleep with the quilt in his arms. He was so tired that his bones fell apart, and he was too lazy to pretend to be gentle and considerate to him.

After staying in the master bedroom for a few minutes, Song Yumo left the master bedroom and went downstairs silently.

An hour later, it was three in the middle of the night.

Ji Tang had already slept lightly once, and based on his intuition, he felt that someone seemed to be staring at her overly beautiful face.

This thought made her wake up for two seconds in an instant.

When I woke up, I found Song Yumo standing in front of the edge of the bed, with his clear joints still holding a steaming cup.

For a moment, Ji Tang wanted to find out about it on Baidu on his mobile phone.

——Is domestic violence against women?

——How long will it take to be locked in a small dark room?

——If she didn’t pretend to be a white lotus, could she kill this dog man who disturbed his dreams in the middle of the night?

"Drink this first before going to bed."

Song Yumo came to her with a dull expression and was realistic. If he hadn't been accustomed to getting along for three years, Ji Tang would have to spend money to check if this dog man had plastic surgery in a private hospital and could not have had too many expressions.

The air conditioning in the master bedroom was suitable for the temperature. Ji Tang sat up slowly, wearing only a smooth black silk nightgown, with long black hair scattered on his slender shoulders, which indirectly made his face look particularly innocent and pitiful.

She can smell it without looking at it...

This dog man didn't sleep in the middle of the night and went to cook some brown sugar water.

“…”

She didn't come to her aunt, and she had to spend too much blood on her life.

Seeing that his gentle and sensible perfect wife held the quilt for a long time and didn't respond, Song Yumo also understood what was going on.
To be continued...