A melodious bell sounded vaguely in the sleeping dream, very short, and stopped before the dream was broken.
Zheng Lan should have continued to sleep, but she was kissed.
This early morning kiss was very gentle, like a feather shaving the lips, the temperature is not high, ordinary women can't wake up, but unfortunately Zheng Lan is not an ordinary woman, she is Princess Pea who is used to sleeping alone for more than 20 years, when her lips meet, she is very sensitive The Princess Pea opened her eyes immediately.
She glared at him lazily and without any deterrence, her vocal cords, which had not fully awakened, were soft and hoarse:
"What are you doing?"
"Go to sleep, I'm going to work."
The man touched her head, got up and left the bed.
Zheng Lan closed her eyes, but within ten seconds, she suddenly propped herself up and sat up.
What are you doing in the early morning, kissing and rubbing her head, she is very uncomfortable, really uncomfortable, why should a middle-aged woman in her forties suffer this kind of heartbeat.
The eldest lady sat on the edge of the bed and shook her legs. The wooden floor was blown cold by the air conditioner. She slid her feet into her slippers and stood up with the bedside table.
His legs were sore and soft, but his body was very light, as if he was twenty years younger all of a sudden.
"Lan Lan, are you up?"
Zheng Lan took the thermos cup and poured warm water, holding the wall of the cup in both hands, and spit out the word "um" slowly.
Yan Lin took out today's task in the bathroom - begging his wife for help with matching clothes.
It's so beautiful, Yan Lin feels that he can complete at least two tasks a day starting from today.
After Zheng Lan had also washed up and walked out of the bathroom, he found that Chairman Yan, who had a lot of work, was sitting on the sofa drinking water in his pajamas, and couldn't help but feel a little strange:
"Don't you change your clothes and go to the company?"
The voice fell, and there was a sudden knock on the door of the master bedroom.
The array that came in outside the door really startled the eldest lady.
A full eight servants rushed in in groups, pushing several carts of clothes.
Yan Lin took his wife to the sofa and sat down to rest, explaining:
"I asked them to move my dressing room over."
Zheng Lan glanced at him, opened his mouth and wanted to scold him for being an inch monkey who went up the mountain to dominate the mountain, but in the end he didn't say anything, and closed his mouth again without embarrassment or embarrassment.
His intention is obvious. He wants to integrate into her life little by little. It is best to blend in with water, milk, and become inseparable.
Although Zheng Lan looked a little unconvinced, her lips were slightly pursed, and the boss's eyes were reluctant, but if she was really reluctant, with her unequivocal eldest personality, she would have brought him together with clothes long ago. out.
The one-day plan is in the morning. The chairman waits for them to clean up the locker room, and the cost of time spent waiting for them to clean up the locker room may not be able to stop them with their annual salary, so the servants are tidying up and wondering why they have to wait for them to clean up before changing. clothing? Is it bad for busy people to go to work first and let them tidy up at home?
The poor servant will never know the little Jiujiu in Boss Yan's heart.
Although it is very important to work and make money, the company is there and can't run away, but his wife's mind is not sure. Yan Lin decided to take advantage of this morning that his wife was still a little warm to him, and moved all his personal belongings in his house to see it with his own eyes. Returning with the flag of the master bedroom that should belong to him.
After the locker room was integrated, Zheng Lan gave Yan Lin a look - why don't you just pack up and go to the company?
After more than 20 years of marriage, Chairman Yan wakes up earlier than chickens and sleeps later than dogs. He always focuses on work. No matter the wind, rain, natural disasters, or man-made disasters, Zheng Lan will never see him sitting like today. Waste time by yourself.
The only reason she could think of was that her precious son was being squeezed again.
Every minute of the dog's husband's comfort is earned by the hard sweat of his good son.
Zheng Lan raised his hand and pushed Yan Lin, who would have thought that if he stretched out his hand, he wouldn't be able to retract it.
"Lan Lan."
He wrapped his warm fingers around her wrist, and when his tone was deliberately low, it was too pleasant to hear.
"Help me pick out a dress."
Zheng Lan just followed him to stand up, until the two walked into the locker room one after the other, and she realized that she seemed to have lost her soul just now, and even forgot at least the arrogance.
The master bedroom dressing room is more than 30 square meters, and hundreds of wardrobes are all stuffed with her clothes. The servants cleared out four wardrobes to put Yan Lin's clothes. Those men's suits with a single color were miserably crowded in the corner, and the family status was clear at a glance.
Zheng Lan walked over, raised his hand and patted his clothes casually, and said with a smile:
"What's so good about it? It's either black or gray, and the style remains the same... Or, it's so hot in summer, why don't you wear a T-shirt to work?"
Yan Lin stood behind her, his expression a little embarrassed.
Zheng Lan laughed even more happily: "Boss Yan, I'm joking with you, let's wear this today."
As she said that, she took out a dark blue suit from the closet, put it on Yan Lin for comparison, blinked and commented:
"Old handsome."
My wife complimented me.
The big boss blushed.
"And a shirt and tie."
Zheng Lan glanced at him: "I don't need you to remind me."
She took out an ordinary white shirt from the closet and threw it into his hands together with the suit:
"Put it on first, and I'll pick the tie. Watches, tie clips, cufflinks, etc., will all be arranged for you."
Tie clips and cufflinks are only worn by Yan Lin when attending important meetings and dinner parties.
It can be seen that the wife is still very interested in choosing clothes for him.
Zheng Lan turned his back to him, humming popular songs in his mouth, and picked his clothes and accessories for a while:
"It's old-fashioned and boring. What's the point of spending so much money to buy exactly the same clothes? I'll buy two new wardrobes for you tomorrow, so that you can also experience the joy of rejuvenation."
The more she spoke, the more energetic she became, regardless of whether the people behind her were listening:
"Yannan and Yanbei I liked to dress them up when I was a child, but unfortunately they are both boys, and they grew faster than each other. After high school, they wore school uniforms every day. I bought them new clothes and they disliked my taste."
"I don't know happiness when I live in happiness."
Yan boss commented.
Zheng Lan grabbed a cool-toned men's watch and put it on his hand to try it on:
"I heard that their young people often play a dress-up game called Miracle Nuan Nuan. I also want to play it a little bit, but I've never played a game before, and now it's just right, let's practice with you, you will be Miracle Linlin in the future. ."
She amused herself, turned to look at the man behind her, and the watch in her hand almost fell to the ground.
Miracle Linlin grabbed the shirt with both hands and was about to put it on.
Just when she was talking to herself with her back to him, Yan Lin had already changed her pants and her upper body was completely naked. When she received her gaze, the movements of her hands stopped.
"you......"
Zheng Lan swallowed suddenly, "Why don't you wear clothes?"
Yan Lin looked at her calmly: "You asked me to change now. Besides, this is the dressing room."
Honest and reasonable, she seems to be making a fuss.
If you want to blame it, this old bacon is so good, no woman can be indifferent in front of eight pack abs, and Zheng Lan has been married to him for more than 20 years. This is the first time that he has seen him naked Change clothes.
In order not to embarrass his wife, Yan Lin turned around very gentlemanly.
Great, now for the back attack.
Zheng Lan caught a few ambiguous scratches on his shoulders, and his whole body burned from head to toe.
She also turned her back, and the cold watch was ironed hot by the temperature of her palm.
Forty-eight-year-old Ms. Zheng forcibly restrained the beating heart of an eighteen-year-old girl, and when the man behind him put on his shirt, she calmly walked up to him and put on his watch and tie.
Yan Lin let her play with it quietly, his deep eyes fell from a height, and there were subtle emotions hidden in his eyes, as if to say—So the eldest lady would still do this?
Zheng Lan's hands were as delicate as two pieces of tofu, but the tie was very rough. After tying it, it would be a matter of tugging around, and he couldn't lose face as a big leader of his group.
She matched him with an iron-grey tie, a solid color with no ornamentation. After she was neatly dressed, she felt very beautiful and capable in her heart, but she said loudly:
"It doesn't even have a pattern. It's really old-fashioned. You are an old wave who was beaten to death on the beach by fashion trendsetters."
Yan Lin still looked at her quietly and did not speak.
Miss Zheng's external image is a standard gentle temperament, and with a bit of aloofness, even her two sons would not have guessed that her mother was such a vicious and arrogant personality when she faced her father at home.
Yan Lin felt that she was polite and polite to others, and she only played the eldest temper in front of him. How could it be considered a kind of intimacy and different from others?
Once he thought of this in his heart, he immediately felt at ease.
Hurry up and take advantage of this beautiful morning to complete another sweet and sweet wife-entanglement task.
Yan Lin took out his mobile phone, and his wife began to find fault again:
"If you don't go to work again, the people in the secretary's office will not only bomb your mobile phone, but maybe rush over and blow our house down."
[No.160_If you can hug your wife, don't let your wife walk, and hold your wife together with iron]
Yan Lin glanced at the phone and immediately put it away.
Zheng Lan doesn't quite understand what's wrong with her now. She doesn't have a good word in her mouth. It seems that if she doesn't complain frantically, she will reveal the changes deep in her heart.
In her impression, Boss Yan was never a good-tempered and patient person.
Don't look at him being sticky and attentive now, maybe he's a little bored...
Miss Zheng's eyes softened unconsciously, and she reached out to caress the non-existent folds on her husband's shoulders.
"Go down for dinner?"
She retracted her hand and landed on her belly, "I'm hungry..."
The last word "le" turned into a shredded exclamation overflowing from the mouth.
His body suddenly flew into the air, Zheng Lan hugged Yan Lin's shoulder in a panic, and accidentally kicked one of his slippers.
"Put me down!"
Zheng Lan squeezed his fist and beat his chest hard, his whole face flushed like a sunset, "What are you crazy about?"
Yan Lin ignored the struggle of the woman in his arms, but instead hugged her tighter:
"I'll take you down to dinner."
"Wait a moment......"
Yan Lin hugged her and walked out of the main entrance of the bedroom in an instant, walking towards the stairs.
Zheng Lan thought for a moment that he had passed through a book.
No, it was recently that her married life was very strange every day.
Is there really a novel parallel world in this world called "The Domineering President Strongly Dotes on the Petite Wife", where the hero is Yan Lin and the heroine is Zheng Lan?
Zheng Lan couldn't beat him, so she covered her face and pretended that no one in this villa knew her.
Boss Yan's prank system is activated again:
"Wife, as long as I'm at home in the future, you don't need to walk."
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Boss Yan smiled gently: "You are my baby."
Zheng Lan: ...
She's sure and sure she's wearing a book!
What the hell is this novel TAT
I don't want to write about the young people who are in their good years, and I have to get two old men and women in their forties and fifties out to toss TAT.