Young Master Xing's Pillow Wife

Then I saw Xing Kun took out his mobile phone from his pocket, dialed an unsigned number, his thin lips parted slightly, as if a cold machine was emotionless, "I'll give you ten seconds to send your address to I."

At the same time, on the other side, Ling Xiaorou had just fanned the flames for Li Xueyan, and was doing beauty care in the villa in a good mood. When she received a call from Xing Kun, she was hung up before she could say a word.

This was the first time that Xing Kun took the initiative to call Ling Xiaorou. Ling Xiaorou covered her mouth excitedly, looking at the number on her phone that she knew so well by heart, she almost thought she was hallucinating.

She quickly sent him a location according to Xing Kun's request. This is the villa in Pingcheng under Xing's name. She asked for it from the head office in the name of her young wife.Although it is not as luxurious as the wealthy area where Xing Kun lives now, it is not bad, and she is equipped with a large number of servants, and even the beautician has two exclusive ones, which can be described as extravagant.

"Could it be that Mom called Brother Xing Kun, so he wanted to see me? Are you going to change his mind?" Ling Xiaorou held the phone to her chest, her little face flushed with excitement.

The beautician at the side reminded her cautiously, "Young Madam, do you still need to continue your beauty treatment?"

"What's so beautiful, your young master will be here soon, I don't have time to waste time here! Hurry up and leave, as long as you leave two servants who are close to you, all the rest will go out." She casually He waved his hand, signaling them to pack up all the beauty instruments and tools in the house and leave.

When one of the beauticians was about to step out of the door, Ling Xiaorou suddenly stopped her to apply makeup on her. She had just had a perfect face and didn't have any makeup on her face. She would never allow Xing Kun to see her appearance like this.

The beautician quickly took out a small suitcase, which seemed to contain expensive cosmetics, but within ten minutes, a delicate nude makeup was completed.

The beautician stepped aside respectfully, and asked cautiously, "Young Madam, it's done, are you satisfied?"

Ling Xiaorou slowly opened her eyes, and sure enough, she saw herself in the mirror without any makeup, but her complexion was much better, and the color of her lips was also very suitable, it seemed that she just had a good complexion, not lipstick.

She nodded arrogantly, without showing a satisfied expression, "Well, you step back."

In the cloakroom next to the room, Ling Xiaorou chose a set of dresses that looked more at home, but she was careful. After wearing them, she looked even more charming and pitiful. She couldn't bear to look at her charming figure in the mirror. My heart beat faster.

She caressed her face narcissistically, and murmured to herself, "Brother Xing Kun, no matter what, you have to stay this time, right? We have been married for two years, let alone my stomach. Even in bed, we never had anything. This time, I must take you down."

She was imagining how she and Xing Kun were lingering on the bed, when she heard the doorbell downstairs rang, and then the servants shouted "Hello, young master" in unison.

Knowing that it was Xing Kun who had arrived, she did not run down in a hurry. Instead, she stayed upstairs for a while pretending to be reserved, and then walked down slowly. Seeing Xing Kun sitting on the sofa downstairs, she He also pretended to be surprised and said, "Ah, Brother Xing Kun, when did you arrive?" Then he turned his head and scolded the servants on the side, "How do you servants do things? Why don't you know how to come up to follow me?" Shall I say something?"

Xing Kun never said a word, and didn't even look at her. Ling Xiaorou didn't know her husband who had been married for two years. The number of times the two got along with each other was also very small, so she didn't know much about her. His character is only assuming that he has always been so indifferent, and he doesn't see that he is already hovering on the verge of going crazy.

Ling Xiaorou moved to Xing Kun's side step by step with enchanting steps, and sat down beside him, as if she had no bones, she leaned on Xing Kun's body, "Brother Xing Kun, why don't you speak?" Are you angry? Don't worry, I will fire them all today, and I will never let them be our servants again. "

As he said that, he gently patted his chest with the other hand. This action seemed to comfort Xing Kun, but in fact it was obviously tossing and stroking his chest, seeming to provoke him.

As soon as Xing Kun grasped Ling Xiaorou's hand to keep her from moving, the eyes that never wanted to look at her finally moved over slowly, but it was like a cold ice pick piercing her body, "Do you think I came to you? For what?"

He never liked to explain his intentions. In his opinion, everyone must and will know his intentions and follow them. This is the majesty and self-confidence of a king.

Ling Xiaorou didn't seem to notice that he was tightening his fingers tightly around his wrist, and there was still a charming smile on his face, "What can a husband do when he comes to find his wife? Of course it's for bed matters. gone."

"Heh." Xing Kun sneered as if he had heard some ridiculous joke, "It is difficult for a person to survive in this world without self-knowledge. Why do you think I will let you climb into my bed ?”

This sentence seemed to slap her hard, as if her meticulous dressing was just a joke in his eyes, and he froze on the spot for a few seconds without recovering.

Tears flickered in her eyes, she didn't understand what she did wrong to let him treat her like this, even though her natal family was not one of the best aristocratic families, she was pampered and brought up anyway, how could she have suffered so much? the grievance,

"I...I don't understand...Brother Xing Kun, what do you mean? There are so many women out there who play tricks on you, don't you want them? Why can't I! I'm the wife you are marrying!"

After finishing speaking, as if she was afraid that her questioning appearance would annoy him, Ling Xiaorou covered up her inner resentment, and put on a low-browed and pleasing expression again,

"I know that you have a prejudice against me because of what happened back then. I'm willing to wait until you find out that I'm the one who really loves you all the time and treats you well."

She bit her lower lip nervously, only her perfectly curved chin was exposed on her drooping face.

If other men saw her like this, they might have softened and felt guilty, hugged her into his arms and apologized to her. She has used this method countless times and has never made a mistake, except for Xing Kun. use.

He shook off Ling Xiaorou's wrist, and turned around, "Stop making such a disgusting look, the medium is marrying? The wife I was planning to marry was someone else. It's a self-deceiving drama, don't get too involved deep."