"I don't care about her modest skills. By the way, you threw all my high heels in the warehouse. What matching clothes do you want me to wear?" She only has house shoes now.
"I have found someone to design and customize a series of flat shoes according to your preferences. Don't wear high heels out in the street anymore. I will feel bad if you abuse your feet." Dongfang Xing sat next to her, picked up the table,
She drank from the tea cup and drank the remaining tea in it.
Xiahou Huan'er looked at him: "You're a waste of money." Custom-made shoes are no longer cheap, so he also found someone to design a series of them.
"As long as you can wear it comfortably, I think it's worth it." Dongfang Xing shrugged, not taking it seriously at all. His income as a commander was not high, but the family business and some investments were enough to support his extravagant spending.
"Prodigal." Although Xiahou Huan'er said this on the surface, she felt sweet in her heart. It is not difficult to marry a rich man, but what is difficult is that that man is willing to spend money for you, and he is willing to do so without any resentment.
No regrets.
She leaned on his shoulder and was used to chatting with him about household matters after he came back from get off work: "Today, when Xingran and Buhui were playing in the room, Xingran discovered that Buhui's eyes would turn red, but he I deceived him, and I lied to him that it was because of the colored contact lenses."
Dongfang Xing immediately narrowed his eyes and glared at Dongfang Buhui, stretched out his palm, pinched his cheek, and said in a fierce tone: "You brat, you are disobedient, right?"
Dongfang Buhui didn't know what he had done wrong, but his neck immediately shrunk when his father hit him hard.
"Don't be harsh on him. I think he must have been unable to control himself before showing off." Xiahou Huan'er felt sorry for her son and immediately protected him.
"A loving mother often loses her sons." Dongfang Xing immediately said sourly.
Xiahou Huan'er laughed when he heard this: "Husband, are you thinking too much about how old he is?"
"Education must start from childhood." Dongfang Xing said immediately.
"How do you want to educate me? I'll give it to you." Xiahou Huan'er looked at him without a glance and handed his son to him.
Dongfang Xing hugged his son, not to educate him, but to put him on another sofa. Then he turned around, put his arms around her waist, held her close to him, and then bowed his head to kiss her.
Xiahou Huan'er saw the familiar flame burning in his eyes, smiled tenderly, put her arms around his neck, straightened her upper body, and got close to him.
"Wife." Dongfang Xing called her in a low voice, put his mouth on her lips, rubbed them gently, kissed and bit her, deliberately tickling her.
"Hurry up." Xiahou Huan'er felt a little uncomfortable from his painless teasing. She hugged his neck tightly and actively pursued his lips and tongue.
Dongfang Xing chuckled, she is such an impatient little woman.
The two couples were doing casual things. Dongfang Buhui, who was placed on the other side by Dongfang Xing, started to get bored. When a child feels bored, he will move around and crawl around. He plays on the sofa biting his pacifier.
After a while, he sat up and tried to climb down, but sadly, he fell off the sofa with a loud bang.
He fell directly from the sofa and hit the ground head first. Although the ground was carpeted, the impact still caused him pain, and he immediately burst into tears.
"Son." Xiahou Huan'er, who was awakened from her passion, saw him fall to the ground and was so frightened that her heart almost stopped.
