Young Master Xing's Pillow Wife

For several days in a row, Xing Kun came almost every night.
On this day, Su Luobai stood up with support, only to find a pile of clothes fragments on the ground, almost her few clothes, were torn apart by him.

　 Recalling the fierceness of the night before, her face turned red, and she was naked at the moment, Su Luobai could only get out of bed wrapped in a quilt, and when she heard Xing Kun's voice outside the door, she walked over cautiously.

Pulling the door open a crack, Su Luobai saw Xing Kun standing in front of the window in the corridor with a solemn figure.

"That." She touched her nose and stood in the bedroom tremblingly, "I have no clothes to wear."

Xing Kun turned around, still holding the phone in his hand, his eyes swept over Su Luobai, and became a little enthusiastic.

　 After hanging up the phone, Xing Kun opened the door and came in, went to the closet, and took out a shirt of his own from it, "Put it on first, I'll send someone to buy it for you."

Su Luobai took it with a frown, feeling that the shirt looked familiar for a moment, and when she saw a row of delicate buttons, her eye sockets were slightly moist.

This was the clothes that Xing Kun was going to go to practice in her own company, and she personally gave him the clothes.

In order not to look dull, she also ingeniously asked someone to remake the button style she designed.

Su Luobai's expression fell into Xing Kun's eyes.

Although the style is outdated, it has become his habit to travel with this dress over the years.

It seems that Su Luobai will also be touched.

Su Luobai didn't say anything, she sniffed lightly, and was about to go to the bathroom with her clothes.

"Just change it here. Where is your body that I haven't seen?"

Behind him was Xing Kun's uncompromising tone.

She seemed to feel his burning gaze.

Su Luobai's heart skipped a beat, and she simply tore off the quilt from her body, her pure white skin was covered with bruises.

But still, it is as beautiful as a walking artwork, full of abstinence.

She changed her clothes calmly, and buttoned them up unhurriedly. Xing Kun put away his scrutiny and said lightly, "Go down to eat."

At the same time, the imperial capital, the Ling family.

Holding the phone that was still warm in her hand, Ling Xiaorou's face turned a little cold. She called Xing Kun just now, but she vaguely heard a woman's voice on the phone.
"Old Li, help me book a ticket, I'm going to Pingcheng."

Early in the morning, Ling Xiaorou appeared at Xingkun's villa in Pingcheng. She smelled the faint scent of perfume on her body, with a pampered smile on her face.

She was looking forward to Xing Kun seeing her expression, and she only hoped that this time, he would not refuse again.

The current servants in the villa didn't know Ling Xiaorou, and they were a little surprised when they saw the person coming, but Ling Xiaorou's expression changed when she saw a pair of high heels at the door.

"What about Young Master Xing?"

The servant replied: "Mr. went out to discuss business, but you are?"

"Get out of the way, I'm his wife!"

Ling Xiaorou raised her head and glanced upstairs, then rushed up aggressively.

The moment the door of the room was pushed open, Su Luobai had just come out of the bathroom, the two looked at each other, and the air froze for a moment.

"Why is it you!?" Ling Xiaorou's face changed, and the hand holding the doorknob couldn't help tightening.

Su Luobai also changed her face, she knew the relationship between Ling Xiaorou and Xing Kun, and for a moment she felt that she had nothing to hide.

"Xiao Rou."