Tang Xuerou was waiting for Long Zhanqing at home, and she was drowsy.

After returning home, Long Zhanqing took off his mask and was about to go upstairs to hug his little wife, but he felt a sense of dizziness sweeping over him.

The sneer on the corner of his lips intensified.

He clenched the pillbox in his palm.

Did he try to show up again? However, Long Zhanqing would not let him succeed.

A very cold smile appeared on his lips, and the smile sank into the depths of his eyes, causing ripples in circles, and then swallowed the entire suppressant in the pillbox, and then walked upstairs without looking back.

……

The little wife probably just finished taking a bath, and her whole body still exudes a faint fragrance, which smells very good.

Long Zhanqing couldn't help but hug her, carefully smelling the fragrance on her body, and her cheeks were flushed, and she whispered.

"It's not night yet......"

And Long Zhanqing snorted, he said.

"It's okay, I want to just hold you."

At night, it may not be him who is hugging.

Thinking about it like this, the jealousy in his heart burned again, but he hid the jealousy in his heart very well.

He stretched out his hand and shallowly stroked the hair of his little wife, and Long Zhanqing's voice was low mixed with a bit of tenderness.

"What did you do today, what did you eat?"

Tang Xuerou's cheeks were still flushed.

"Aunt Chen stewed bird's nest for me...... Say it's good for the baby. There was also beef stew, and I ate a little bit. Milk in the evening......"

As soon as her words fell, a light smile appeared on Long Zhanqing's handsome face.

"Milk?"

His tail note is slightly raised.

"I'll taste it, if the milk you drink is sweet."

But...... She's already drunk the milk.

Tang Xuerou looked at Long Zhanqing a little blankly, but was kissed by him unexpectedly, her cheeks were flushed, and she shrunk in his arms, like a sweet little animal, and her voice was soft.

"Don't ......"

"I'm afraid of myself, I'm going to be uncomfortable."

Long Zhanqing rubbed her hair.

"I'm not going to do anything, just hug you quietly, okay?"

Tang Xuerou's voice was as small as a mosquito humming.

"Okay."

Long Zhanqing hugged her for a while, and then Tang Xuerou wanted to follow the video to do pregnant woman exercises, he kept watching her quietly, watching the little pregnant woman follow the video, and when he waved his hand, a small piece of white and tender belly was revealed, and his expression became dark again in an instant.

He really wanted to hug the man into his arms - his eyelashes trembled slightly, and then his palm pressed against the cushion of the chair, which suppressed the surging desire in his heart.

My wife is too sweet and seductive.

What can I do?

Especially - he actually has a rival who has nothing to do with him!

Another personality that exists in his body is coveting his precious wife every minute!

He glanced at it, and the clock seemed to be about to point to twelve.

He hugged Tang Xuerou to bed and wanted to coax her to sleep. Seeing that her breathing gradually became steady, he hugged her and was about to fall asleep slowly, but after the clock pointed to twelve o'clock, Tang Xuerou suddenly opened her eyes cautiously, and then glanced at him secretly.

His wife's expression seemed to become sly and agile for a moment, and then she slowly poked his chest with her fingers.

"Black Dragon Battlelord?"

"You're out?"

That is to say, this skillful tone made Long Zhanqing feel jealous in the depths of his heart!

And Tang Xuerou's tone, what she said to her, made Long Zhanqing jealous and almost crazy!

"I want my husband to kiss and hug ......"

"I miss my brother so much."

"Brother, you finally appeared!"

Such a coquettish wife, why didn't he know before?

Does my wife really like another blackened him, another him, what's so good?

Long Zhanqing gritted his teeth, but even so, he had to play another self. He squeezed the other man's chin, and then pretended to crush it fiercely—seeing that there was no panic in the little girl's eyes, he felt even more bitter and jealous in his heart, but he still calmly leaned into her ear and asked her.

"Do you like that?"

So—

Does she prefer the more fierce and direct version of herself?

Doesn't she have feelings for herself?