Without saying a word, they gathered around me. It was nice and warm.
Xiahou Huan'er covered her face and said a little feebly: "But, don't you think this scarf is ugly?"
"Is it ugly? I think it has a bit of abstract art beauty, which is very good." Dongfang Xing glanced at the scarf and said immediately.
"What, the beauty of abstract art?" Xia Houhuan'er almost couldn't help laughing.
Mr. Xing, there is nothing wrong with your eyes.
"Irregular beauty is not popular now? I like it like this." Who dares to have an opinion, come out to challenge.
Xiahou Huan'er almost had stomach cramps. Her messy knitted scarf actually became a trend when it came into his hands. He won.
She laughed so hard that she couldn't help crying and said, "You have wrapped this scarf at home, don't go out." He was shameless, but she wanted it too.
Dongfang Xing immediately frowned and said, "I still want to go to work around him." It would be nice to show off to the group of subordinates.
"No, this is too trendy. Others will not appreciate it. Your body is not afraid of the cold, so surrounding it is simply unnecessary. This product is suitable for collection." Xiahou Huan'er said seriously.
Dongfang Xing immediately looked at her coldly, obviously disagreeing with her suggestion.
Xiahou Huan'er immediately rolled her eyes and looked at him eagerly: "Husband, I worked so hard to knit a scarf for you, and you didn't show any sign of it?"
Today was Christmas Eve, and he couldn't wait to get through the day of collecting gifts.
Dongfang Xing asked coolly: "How do you want me to express it?"
Xia Hou Huan'er's face suddenly darkened: "Don't tell me, you haven't prepared anything." Xia Hou Huan'er began to grind his teeth. If he really didn't express anything at all, he would never want to sleep with her tonight.
"My whole being is yours, what else do you want me to express?" Dongfang Xing raised his eyebrows and put on an expression, "Why are you so greedy?"
Xiahou Huan'er grinded her teeth vigorously: "Dongfang Xing, you don't wear anything like this. If you just say, "You want a scarf, I will knit it for you with all my strength. Don't even think about saying something to me, I want a gift."
Dongfang Xing immediately reached out and hooked her waist, pulling her close to him. His eyes were burning and evil: "I packed myself up for you and let you ravage me. How can I do that?"
Xiahou Huan'er's face suddenly dropped into countless black lines, and he gritted his teeth and said: "Why do you let me trample you? In the end, it's not you who has the final say."
Dongfang Xing raised his eyebrows, and immediately lifted her chin with his thick palm. He stared at her with half-squinted dangerous eyes: "My wife, are you saying this because you are complaining that your husband can't make you feel comfortable in bed?
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His breath lingered around her, almost suffocating her to death.
Xiahou Huan'er's heart suddenly skipped a beat. She read the dangerous awareness flashing in his eyes and immediately laughed dryly: "No, I didn't mean that."
But her words were too late.
The man, who could never stand being challenged by her, threw the child into the crib in the corner, cutting off sight and hearing.
If he takes immediate action and doesn't torture her until she begs for mercy, his surname will no longer be Dongfang.
"Hubby, calm down. I just made a slip of the tongue. I didn't mean it..." Xiahou Huan'er pulled at her clothes tightly, her face full of guilt.
Whatever Mr. Xing decided to do, he would stop midway.
Therefore, in the vigorous attack and capture battle, poor Xiahou Huan'er completely surrendered in less than a moment.
After a long time, the storm finally stopped, and the air was filled with a charming scent.
