Tan Zongbin glanced at her slender waist, as if she could be pinched with a slap, and said silently: Not to mention that I haven't noticed it, this woman is too well maintained, right? I don't see it like having a baby at all.

Oh, yes, twins.

He remembered that under the faint wall lamp at night, a certain charming figure lay on the bed, so white that it could almost shine.

Although he didn't know what other women looked like when they took off their clothes, he was sure that few men could hold it when they saw her like that.

He even remembered something further away, before giving birth, when the family conditions were not so good, at that time, the woman seemed to be "maintained" well, and the touch was not as smooth as it is now.

- Sure enough, women are "raised".

- The conditions at home are different, and the women who are "raised" are also different.

After "remarriage", even if she has a child, because the economic conditions are good, a certain woman pays special attention to maintenance, but it is like a perfectly developed jade, blooming her own light.

The more he thought about it, the more Tan Zongbin felt that it was no wonder that Yang Xiangwei wanted to leave him before, a flower that could bloom more beautifully, was raised by him so much, and he didn't want to change to a fatter piece of land.

If it were him, he would also want to live a little better.

Of course, this does not mean that he "forgives" her for cheating.

If you want to change a piece of "good land", you don't have to cheat, do you?

"What are you doing? I've called you several times, the noodles are ready, do you want to eat them? After Yang Xiangwei got it done, she found that someone was silent and turned him around.

"Nothing." Tan Zongbin naturally wouldn't mention it, his mind was full of cranky thoughts, and he was afraid that he would be slapped if he said it.

This woman likes to "use her hands and feet", and this has never changed.

Under the faint lamplight, the two of them each hugged a big bowl and ate it on the dining table.

"Shhh...... It's still delicious to make at home. Yang Xiangwei sighed while eating.

said that although there were a lot of delicious foods at the banquet, most of them were not suitable for her taste, and she felt that she was not going out to eat, but to "see".

"Well, your craft seems to have improved, and the cooking is quite delicious." Since there is a chef at home, Tan Zongbin has rarely eaten Yang Xiangwei's cooking skills.

I don't know if it's his delusion, or if he hasn't eaten for too long, or if he's too hungry today, and it feels extra delicious to eat.

"Of course, I've read a lot of food recipes, and if it's worse, wouldn't it be a slap in the face?" Yang Xiangwei said as a matter of course.

She won't admit that she has practiced this cooking skill for several lifetimes.

"After that, our family quit the chef and you do it yourself?" Tan Zongbin joked.

"That's not good, it's okay for me to do it occasionally, but if I do it every day, then I can't go crazy?" Yang Xiangwei learned from him and stretched out her hand, "See for yourself, are my hands tender?" ”

Tan Zongbin raised his eyes and looked at the little hands that were glowing in the light: "Well, it's quite tender." ”

Not only is it tender, but when he swims around at night, it is as if he has no bones, which is very comfortable.

"If I do housework every day, will I still be able to maintain my hands like this?" Yang Xiangwei asked, "Think about it yourself, when I used to work a lot, my hands were as beautiful as they are now?" ”

"That's it." Tan Zongbin did not deny that he did prefer her current hand compared to before.

"That's right, so this housework, I can only do it occasionally, and if I do it often, my hands will definitely not be as beautiful as they are now." Yang Xiangwei touched her face with her little hands, feeling its smoothness and tenderness, and felt very satisfied, "It can't be so comfortable to touch as it is now." ”

Tan Zongbin really wants to say: You can put it on me and try it.

Although he didn't say it, he had already decided that he must not let go of these little hands at night. 52

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After that day, Yang Xiangwei often received some invitations from the upper circles.

Tan Zongbin hid her deeply before, everyone didn't know her existence, and they didn't know how to get in touch with Tan Zongbin. Now that they're married, they're married, they're married, they're going to have wives, that's going to be easy.

The rich ladies hold an event from time to time, and everyone comes out to get together, and by the way, it would be good to bring Yang Xiangwei with them.

Yang Xiangwei is not very interested, where is this kind of occasion to "relax", it is clearly to "form a gang" and establish lady diplomacy.

Can you talk about Zongbin, do you need Yang Xiangwei's "help"?

The king of the business empire has always been the only one who holds him, how can he hold others.

Yang Xiangwei wanted to show up, and what she heard was not all kinds of flattery, that is, someone wanted to put some words out of her mouth.

Well, if she's happy, go away, and forget it if she's not happy.

Instead of dealing with such a group of insincere and scheming rich wives, it is better to take more children at home and take more photos.

She has built an online photo album, which can only be opened by Zong Bin for the time being.

Her personal album, Tan Zongbin's personal album, children's growth records, and family albums record the happy times of the family in a discriminating category.

Of course, the thickest is still two children.

Just when the lives of the two were slowly getting on the right track, and Yang Xiangwei was almost about to forget the rich businessman surnamed Diao, she suddenly received an anonymous envelope containing an intimate photo of her and Diao.

Yang Xiangwei: "......"

- Well, it looks like the big scene is coming.

- I don't know who has such a great ability to investigate the things of the year, tsk tsk......

After thinking about it, Yang Xiangwei took a photo and sent it to Tan Zongbin: [Someone sent it to me, you say, what does TA mean? Are you trying to blackmail me, or are you trying to schem you? 】

Tan Zongbin was holding an international video conference, and when he saw the message from his mobile phone, he was not too surprised, and replied: [I'll talk about it when I come back. 】

Yang Xiangwei: [OK! 】

On the same day, Tan Zongbin came back a little earlier than usual.

"Where's the stuff?" When he entered the door, he asked Yang Xiangwei for something.

Yang Xiangwei handed it to him: "Leave the time and place, let me go to TA alone, do you think, who will send it to me?" Why send me such a thing? ”

"You don't care about this matter, I'll take care of it." Tan Zongbin took it and looked at it, then took a picture with his mobile phone and sent it to someone to help deal with it.

Yang Xiangwei raised her eyebrows: "You deal with it?" I'm okay with that, but don't I really have to come forward? Don't you think it might be better to calculate what you calculate? ”

Tan Zongbin glanced at her and said, "What happened back then, I'll find someone to sweep your tail." What kind of person do you think can turn over the things I have dealt with? ”

Yang Xiangwei stopped squeaking.

In fact, she wants to say, it doesn't have to be anyone, as long as it's a woman who likes you, what kind of thing can't be revealed?

A woman's intuition is sometimes quite accurate.

But he doesn't like to take care of it himself, and Yang Xiangwei really doesn't care. She can see that since the two remarried, this guy has taken her as a "canary" a little bit.