The domineering president's cute wife

"Hmph, just pinch it lightly, and you will cry out in pain, so why don't you cry out in pain when you stab the knife into your chest?"

Leng Xiaoyao scolded him with distressed lips, but her hand was gently stroking the waist that she pinched just now. Han Chenyu knew that she was feeling sorry for him, so he immediately lowered his head and gave her a deep kiss in exchange for Leng Xiaoyao's tenderness. serious protest.This is outside the hospital, with people coming and going, and more importantly, the son is still by his side.

However, Han Chenyu also knew that Xiao Yao was shy, so he quickly ended the kiss and whispered in her ear, "Honey, this is a reward for caring about me and loving me."

"You stinking rascal, Xiaohao is still watching!"

Leng Xiaoyao cast a guilty glance at Leng Tianhao, but found that he had already disappeared without a trace.

"Huh? Where's Xiaohao?"

Leng Xiaoyao looked around, just for a while, where did he go?

"He, he has already known how to hide himself."

This son of Han Chenyu's confidant is very sensible. I told him before that he would obediently disappear when he saw him making out with Mommy. I didn't expect him to do it so proactively. Yes, this son has a future!
"Han Chenyu, what did you tell your son? He's only five years old. What kind of messed up thoughts did you instill in him?"

Leng Xiaoyao pursed her bright red mouth, let go of Han Chenyu's arm, looked at Han Chenyu angrily, and protested loudly.

"I didn't say anything, I just said that when he sees Daddy and Mommy together, he should disappear consciously. Don't worry, our son is very smart, he doesn't want me to teach him at all."

Han Chenyu smiled indifferently, and then put on a painful expression, "Honey, I'm in pain,"

"Deserved!"

He said he deserved it, but Leng Xiaoyao still stretched out his hand to support him nervously, "What about Xiao Hao? We don't know where he went."

"Don't worry, he'll be there soon"

Sure enough, Leng Tianhao, who was hiding in the distance, saw that his father, mother and mother had no more "intimate interaction", so he walked slowly to their side.

When Leng Xiaoyao saw him coming back, she didn't dare to ask him where he was just now, because if he asked him, he would definitely say that he left because he saw her husband kissing her. Wouldn't the image of divine greatness be shattered?Well, although she has no image in front of Xiaohao at all.

Back home, Leng Xiaoyao helped Han Chenyu to lie on the bed in the bedroom, and kept telling him, "Don't force yourself, it will hurt the wound. I'll get you anything you want. Also, you can't eat ginger." Garlic bean oil or something, you know?"

"Understood, wife"

"Honey, I want you to accompany me"

When Leng Xiaoyao, who was helping him cover the quilt, heard this, her hands couldn't help shaking, and she said shyly, "Aren't I accompanying you now?"

"I want you to lie down next to me and chat with me."

Han Chenyu patted the empty space next to him, and looked at Leng Xiaoyao expectantly.

"No, I'm afraid of touching your wound, that's not okay"

Leng Xiaoyao glanced at Han Chenyu, hesitated for a while and still rejected him.

Although she also misses him very much and wants to snuggle up to him and accompany him well, she knows that she can't be so selfish.

"wife"

Han Chenyu blinked, looking pitiful like an abandoned puppy.

"I'll accompany you well after you recover from your injury, okay?"

Leng Xiaoyao leaned down and kissed him lightly on the face.

"You said it, you can't go back on your word!"

Han Chenyu jumped up immediately, but fell down again due to the wound.

"Um"

Leng Xiaoyao answered in the affirmative, even though she knew that this man had Xiao Jiujiu in her heart.

In the evening, after feeding Han Chenyu, she went to the living room to eat by herself. When she returned to the bedroom after eating, she met Han Chenyu's expectant eyes.

"I'm going to wash up"

Leng Xiaoyao couldn't bear such stares and fled into the bathroom.

Just as Leng Xiaoyao was trying to calm her beating heart, Han Chenyu's painful voice came to her ears, "Honey, my wound hurts."

Leng Xiaoyao ran out without saying a word, and saw that Han Chenyu was covering his wound in pain, his beautiful eyebrows were tightened, and he was moaning in pain.

"Honey, are you okay? Why does it hurt?"

Leng Xiaoyao leaned over Han Chenyu, nervously checking his wound to see if there was any blood spilled. In order to be able to check his wound conveniently at any time, she spent a long time learning how to bandage and check the wound.

"The pain of thinking about you"

Han Chenyu said affectionately.

"I miss you as well"

Knowing that he was fine, Leng Xiaoyao sighed in relief.