Chapter 738: My husband is called and I am not angry anymore

She guessed he must not have eaten.
He flew over directly after get off work.
She knows how picky this man is.
Even if there is an organic meal on the plane, and he can certainly get a first-class meal, he will not eat it.
He has high requirements for ingredients.
Not the freshest ingredients, he didn't take a look.
Where is Mo Yesi still angry?
The girl's soft and sweet voice is sweet, her lips just kissed are soft, wet, and sweet with a sweet atmosphere.
He was kissed in one heart.
Somewhere in my heart has long been soft and messy.
Especially she just called his husband.
Although not called directly, but the soft and soft "husband" can make him surrender with a white flag in an instant.
"Baby, you just called my husband."
Mo Yesi reached out and put the her side into her arms, lowered her head into her hair and took a deep breath. Her voice was mute: "If you call it again, I won't be angry."
Not only is he not angry.
You can even give her life.
Qiao Mianmian usually shyly called.
She has always felt awkward.
Not used yet... so call him.
Although, this man has long been her nominal and substantial husband.
But think about it as if she hasn't formally called him her husband.
Mo Yesi asked several times.
She was not embarrassed and refused.
At this moment, she was eager to coax this man, but she didn't think much about it.
As long as he can coax him well as soon as possible, he will let her do anything.
Didn't you just call him husband?
Not at all difficult!
"I called, are you angry?" Her black, soft eyes blinked, looking at him softly, and after asking, Pitts gently bit her lower lip corner.
It is estimated that she did not know how attractive she was.
Mo Yesi's throat rolled down, and the dark eyes fell on her delicate and delicious pink lips. The eyes darkened, only to feel a sudden hotness in his body.
There was an urge to hold her down and bully.
But he still desperately suppressed this impulse.
The arm around her waist was tight, and his voice was hoarse: "Well, my husband, I won't be angry."
Mo Yesi also knew that he missed this opportunity, and next time he wanted to let her call him "husband", I don't know when it was.
His little wife is thin-skinned.
He had asked so many times before, but she could not make her speak.
This is a great opportunity.
She wants to coax him, as long as his request is not excessive, she will definitely agree.
Such a good opportunity, of course, he will not miss it.
"Well, then... alright."
Qiao Mianmian raised his head and looked at his beautiful and deep face with red cheeks, and then looked at his dark and deep narrow eyes. After looking at it for a moment, he whispered in a voice of uncomfortable feeling: "My husband... …"
Damn.
Really shy.
After she called, her face became hotter and hotter, and every pore on her face was heating up.
The arm around her waist tightened her hoops more tightly, and the man's scorching breath and slight panting fell over her head. Her head was pressed against his chest, and his heartbeat could be heard at that instant. A lot.
"Baby, cry again." Mo Yesi hugged her tightly, and his voice was two points lower than before, with a restrained husky, "Good boy, cry again."