When Nie Zheng came out of the small study room, Feng Xiaoxiao had finished eating and the maid was cleaning up the mess.
"Hehe, Mr. Nie."
Feng Xiaoxiao was in a good mood and raised her eyebrows at Nie Zheng.
"Yeah." Nie Zheng stepped forward and hugged her. "Now that we've eaten, it's time to do some exercise."
"ah."
Feng Xiaoxiao raised her hands to cover her face, "Don't say it here..."
Really, the maid hasn't gone out yet.
"Okay. Let's go to bed and talk." Nie Zheng followed Shan Ruliu and carried Feng Xiaoxiao into the bedroom.
His tall body covered her, and he educated her while untying her pajamas.
"Things like figure management should be done step by step and slowly over the long term. You have learned a lesson tonight, will you do this again in the future?"
"No, not anymore."
Feng Xiaoxiao shook his head. After saying that, he laughed, "Haha..."
"Huh?" Nie Zheng raised his eyebrows, "What are you laughing at?"
"No." Feng Xiaoxiao immediately held it in, but couldn't hold it in anymore. "Mr. Nie, I think you look like my father."
"Oh."
Nie Zheng chuckled, "They say there is a generation gap of three years. I am six years older than you, so there is a gap of two generations."
"Wow."
Feng Xiaoxiao hooked his neck and blinked in surprise. "So, Mr. Nie is so old?"
"Um, old?"
Nie Zheng raised his eyebrows, "It seems that I didn't satisfy you. Then I have to prove it."
"Um……"
Feng Xiaoxiao hummed softly, her eyes were as charming as silk, and she bit her lower lip.
"Then you have to prove it well."
"Okay." Nie Zheng leaned down and said, "Mrs. Nie, you have remembered it clearly."
The fiery temperature is rising rapidly...
As she climbed up into the clouds, Feng Xiaoxiao thought of the "things" in Song Feixue's handbag, and felt a stab in her heart...
However, he hugged Nie Zheng tighter.
"husband……"
Feng Xiaoxiao shouted subconsciously, which was so touching that she didn't realize it.
"Yeah." Nie Zheng responded to her with sweat dripping...
The affair is over.
Feng Xiaoxiao lay on Nie Zheng's body. Nie Zheng stroked her hair and frowned slightly, "Xiao Xiao?"
"Yeah." Feng Xiaoxiao closed her eyes.
"I didn't ask her to come tonight."
Nie Zheng paused for a moment and then said it.
Originally, he planned to wait until Feng Xiaoxiao asked him. However, it seemed that he could not wait.
So, let's talk about him.
"Uh-huh?"
Feng Xiaoxiao opened her eyes suddenly, "What did you say?"
Nie Zheng curled his lips, "I only made an appointment with you tonight. I didn't know where Song Feixue would go."
Feng Xiaoxiao was stunned, was he...explaining to her?
He could see that she was unhappy? He... cared?
Yes, that must be the case, otherwise, why would Mr. Nie have to explain?
So, that is to say, Mr. Nie has her in his heart!
This, this...
Feng Xiaoxiao's cheeks turned red instantly, how embarrassing it was. The corners of her mouth could not stop rising.
"Don't you have anything to say?" Nie Zheng waited for her reaction.
"that……"
Feng Xiaoxiao suppressed her laughter, pulled up the quilt, and turned around. "What do I have to say? Go to sleep! Everything will fall apart."
"Oh." Nie Zheng nodded, a little disappointed. Sure enough, she... still didn't care?
But suddenly, Feng Xiaoxiao turned around again, got into his arms, and hugged him around the waist.
"Xiao Xiao?" Nie Zheng was stunned.
"whee."
Feng Xiaoxiao couldn't help laughing and rubbed his chest. Suddenly, she bit a muscle on his chest.
"Uh-" Nie Zheng groaned and frowned, but did not push her away.
"whee."
Feng Xiaoxiao raised her face, "I know, I heard, I - believe you."
The place where the chest was bitten still ached slightly, but the tip of her heart was as sweet as honey. Nie Zheng took her into his arms. "Yes."