After passing Xiang Yimo, Yao Meina immediately became enlightened, changed the combat target, changed the combat plan, and tried her best to pester Nangong Han.
It was a quiet night, and the cold wind stirred up ripples on the water. The LED lights in the swimming pool refracted the ripples onto the wall, and irregular water patterns flowed, like ribbons in the wind, fluttering and seeming to rise.
The light smoke rises in various forms.
Nangong Han opened the door and walked into the room. He read the documents that he had kept all night long. His tired eyes were bloodshot. He rubbed his eyebrows and pulled off his tie.
"Let me give you a massage!" Yao Meina's soft voice sounded on his back. She stood on tiptoes with her bare feet and squeezed his broad shoulders.
Nangong Han frowned, "No need!" He turned around suddenly and brushed off her hand.
"I've already put in your bath water, and also put in essential oils that can relieve fatigue." Yao Meina has stopped being arrogant and domineering, and now she is taking a virtuous and virtuous path.
Painting a tiger is not the opposite of a dog, it does not give people a comfortable warmth, but a delicate and artificial aversion to the cold!
Nangong Han wished so much that Xiang Yimo did this for him. He glanced sharply at the big bed. She was curled up in the bed, sleeping peacefully. There was a woman seducing her husband, but she didn't care.
"Louder!" he said angrily.
Yao Meina shouted at the top of her lungs, "Brother Han, I've put away your bath water. Let me take a bath for you!" She deliberately provoked and shouted at Xiang Yimo.
She closed her eyes tightly and remained indifferent. In fact, she did not fall asleep. She heard their conversation clearly, but she just didn't want to make any response. If she showed that she cared, it meant that he was in her heart.
However, she must tightly control her heart. It has been hurt to pieces. Can she still believe in bullshit love?
Nangong Han's eyes narrowed, and his venomous gaze shot towards her back. He wanted to see how long this woman could endure it!
He suddenly picked up Yao Meina, walked to the kingsize bed, and placed her next to Xiang Yimo. He lay on his side and raised his hand, gently caressing Yao Meina's face, but his eyes always stayed on Xiang Yimo.
, "Don't be in a hurry to take a shower. It's not too late to take a shower when you're tired from playing."
"Brother Han..." Yao Meina murmured, her head buried in his chest, and her hands couldn't wait to unbutton his shirt.
Xiang Yimo's eyelashes trembled, she bit her lip and pinched her thigh with her fingernails.
Think she is dead! To actually do such a thing next to her, they are a shameless couple!
Xiang Yimo wanted to ignore the sounds coming from behind, but in the silent night, any slight sound seemed to be very loud. It was as if there was a piece of sandpaper rubbing against her heart, and a trace of pain gradually spread, and she suddenly
He sat up.
Nangong Han's lips curved into a sinister sneer, and then he took Yao Mina into his arms and said in a low voice, "Did you cheat? The reaction is so big!"
"Sorry for disturbing you!" Xiang Yimo immediately got out of bed, climbed out of bed, and ran to the door with bare feet. "Go on, bye!" After saying that, he slammed the door!
She is not angry or annoyed?
Which woman would be so generous as to give up her husband to other women and still tolerate them having sex in her bed?
There are only two possibilities. One is that she loves this man so much that she can tolerate everything for him. The second is just the opposite. She doesn't love this man and doesn't mind which woman he hangs out with.
Obviously, she is the second type!
"Brother Han..." Yao Meina hooked her hands around his neck, slowly closed her hazy eyes, pouted her lips, and offered her sweet lips.
Nangong Han shook off her hand and stood up suddenly, with a gloomy and frozen handsome face, "It's getting late, I want to rest, you go!"
Yao Mina's movements froze and she opened her eyes in surprise, "Aren't we going to continue?"
"Of course!" Nangong Han walked to the door and opened it, "I won't give it away!"
His cold eyes caught the door of the next door closing quickly, a bright light flashed through his eyes as dark as obsidian, his thin lips slightly raised, and then he closed the door.
"As long as you jump up from the bed and reach the crystal lamp on the ceiling, I will let you stay!" Nangong Han visually measured her height, and the chance was almost zero.
"Ah?" Yao Mina exclaimed in shock, there is such a game.
"If you don't want to play, then leave!"
Although the chance was slim, she still had to give it a try, "I'll play! I will definitely reach the crystal chandelier!" Yao Meina got up, bent her knees, straightened her arms, and tried hard to touch the crystal chandelier, but there was still a difference of more than ten seconds.
centimeter.
She refused to let go and danced over and over again, making the bed creak.
"Puff! Puff! Puff..."
Xiang Yimo was lying on her back on the bed. When she heard such a loud noise coming from the next door, she became even more upset. She frowned, covered her ears with her hands, covered her head and got into bed, but the sound continued to come.
How can she sleep like this?
Suddenly, she jumped up from the bed, her ears pressed against the wall——
"Um...ah..." Yao Meina panted breathlessly, with a soft voice, "Brother Han, it's just a little bit close, I'm about to reach it..."
As soon as he finished speaking, there was another creaking sound from the big bed.
What a violent movement to make such a loud noise. Are the two of them dismantling the bed?
Xiang Yimo ran over angrily, "Bang!" kicked open his door, and scolded sternly, "Even if you are in heat, you are not a wild cat or dog, can you speak softer!"
As soon as she finished speaking, she saw the two people in the room clearly, and they turned to stone on the spot, their faces turned blue with embarrassment.
Yao Meina raised her arms high and was about to take off. She rolled her eyes at Xiang Yimo and said, "Mind your own business!" She continued to dance.
"If you are a good person, why should you be a zombie?"
Nangong Han, on the other hand, crossed his legs and sat leisurely on the sofa, flipping through the newspaper and glancing at his watch. This woman could actually endure thirty minutes before she exploded. All the buttons on his shirt were unbuttoned, revealing his bronze chest.
The texture is clear and reveals a flamboyant wildness.
With a playful smile on his lips, he closed the newspaper, stood up, and approached her step by step, raising his eyebrows slightly, "Are you jealous?"
"Be jealous of your sister!" His powerful aura hit him, forcing Di Xiang Yimo to retreat step by step, "I won't disturb you anymore, let's continue playing zombie jump!"