Young master, your vest fell off

His movements were so fast and neat that Fu Miaomiao didn't even have time to resist when she heard a "snap" and hit her little butt.

"Your uncle, Situ Han!" Fu Miaomiao bared her teeth and claws, but Situ Han tried his best, no matter how good she was in martial arts, she was no match for Situ Han.

Situ Han shackled Fu Miaomiao on his thigh, looked at the round buttocks in front of him as white as jade, raised his big palm again and patted it down.

Fu Miaomiao: "!"

The red palm prints landed on the fair butt, this picture should be as charming and ambiguous as possible.

But now Fu Miaomiao only felt angry, "Situ Han, you bastard, you hit me, I will fight you..."

"Don't you know what's wrong?" Situ Han asked in a deep voice, raising his hand and dropping it, and another slap landed on Fu Miaomiao's butt.

Fu Miaomiao: "..."

asshole!

Divorce, she wants a divorce...

Uh, it's not as serious as the divorce. Situ Han didn't hurt from the beating. She was angry mainly because it was too shameful!

Above, Situ Han's questioning voice sounded again, "Do you still dare to dress like this in the future? Fu Miaomiao, do you know how sexy you are in this dress? Do you know how attractive you are? Do you know how attractive I am now? I want to hold you on the bed until next week..."

Fu Miaomiao: "?"

ha?
Is this questioning her?
Why does it feel like you are praising her?

Fu Miaomiao was a little disappointed, and couldn't help feeling elated. Turning her head to look at Situ Han's angry face, she bared her teeth and smiled, "Really?"

Situ Han: "..."

She can still laugh?

Can't you tell he's really angry?
"Fu Miaomiao, you..."

Taking advantage of Situ Han's inattention, Fu Miaomiao turned around and got up, put on her underwear, straddled Situ Han's lap, and put her arms around his neck, "Am I really attractive and sexy like this?"

Situ Han: "..."

Did he just say that?

He actually spoke his mind.

Careless.

"Fu Miaomiao, don't play with me, I'm very angry now."

"Then I'll accompany you until next week, okay?" Fu Miaomiao stared straight at Situ Han with a pair of big eyes, which were enchanting and charming, with a soul-stirring power.

Situ Han gritted his teeth, called out "goblin", turned around, and directly pushed Fu Miaomiao onto the bed.

5 minutes later...

Fu Miaomiao put on the clothes that Jiang Meng sent over, looked back at Situ Han who was sitting on the sofa depressed, and laughed, "What are you doing? You really want me to accompany you until next week? Then I will die." Not dead?"

"Don't talk nonsense." Situ Han had already changed his clothes. Seeing that Fu Miaomiao was finished, he got up and went over, took her little hand, and led her outside, his face still as heavy as iron.

Fu Miaomiao was very happy, she just liked to see Situ Han sullen.

"Han, hubby... dear... baby?"

Situ Han: "...don't talk."

"Hey..." Fu Miaomiao pretended to cry, "Now I don't even want to hear my voice, men, it's all the same, I like the new and dislike the old, I'm so sad..."

"Fu Miaomiao, do you owe..." Situ Han couldn't swallow the somewhat vulgar words, looked back and forth, and said in a deep voice: "Be honest, or I will really make you unable to get out of bed for a week." ,Did you hear me?"

"Wow, my husband is so powerful and fierce." Fu Miaomiao leaned forward, her voice was so small that only the two of them could hear her, she looked back and saw that there was no one behind her, so she pinched Situ Han's buttocks with her little hands for a moment.

"Eh..." Situ Han snorted, his face almost turning pale, "Fu Miaomiao, are you looking for death?"

"Okay, okay." Fu Miaomiao knew that Situ Han couldn't take it anymore, so she calmed down.

Situ Han took several deep breaths, but still felt that it was not possible, he was about to explode.

It was all her fault.

Situ Han gritted his teeth and quickened his pace.

"Why?" Fu Miaomiao trotted to follow, "Go slowly, I can't even keep up."

Situ Han didn't care, and his steps were still very big.

Outside, Jiang Meng parked the car at the entrance of the hotel and waited. Situ Han took Fu Miaomiao over and pushed Fu Miaomiao into the car with a somewhat rough gesture.

Fu Miaomiao: "..."

Situ Han immediately followed, sat down beside Fu Miaomiao, then took off his coat and covered it with him, then grabbed Fu Miaomiao's little hand and stuffed it in too.

Fu Miaomiao: "..."

Situ Han didn't look at Fu Miaomiao, but looked at Jiang Meng with deep eyes, "Turn on the music."

Jiang Meng paused and immediately turned on the music.

Sitting behind Jiang Meng, Fu Miaomiao leaned out and looked forward, "Wow, this song is so good, Brother Jiang Meng, please sing it louder."

"Cough cough...cough cough..." Jiang Meng coughed loudly, almost choking on his own saliva.

He tremblingly glanced at the husband's ugly face from the inside rearview mirror, and said in a low voice, "Ma'am, you can just call me Jiang Meng."

As he spoke, Jiang Meng turned up the volume of the music.

Fu Miaomiao had mischievous little hands hanging on her small face, and she fiddled with Situ Han's clothes with her little hands, looking sideways at the expression on Situ Han's face.

But the man's face was as cold as ice, and he couldn't see any comfort at all. On the contrary, he looked like he was going to kill someone.

not comfortable?

Her technique is bad?

Fu Miaomiao blinked, recalling the skills that Situ Han taught her before, and repeated them all.

But Situ Han was still expressionless.

what's up?
Fu Miaomiao was a little frustrated.

Is her hand not working?
She wanted to withdraw her hand, but Situ Han held her down.

This guy reacts so fast.

Fu Miaomiao curled her lips and muttered softly, "Why do you still use my hands when you're not feeling well?"

Although the music was loud, Situ Han still heard her voice.

He glared at her sideways, but didn't speak.

Finally, the car stopped at the entrance of Chu's villa.

Fu Miaomiao took out her little hand and wiped Situ Han's body in disgust, then got out of the car with a giggle.

Situ Han: "..."

He hung his coat on his arm, blocked it, and got out of the car with a sullen face.

Fu Miaomiao waited at the door, and seeing Situ Han still had a straight face, the bad taste in his heart came out again.

Xu Xian came up to greet him at this time, "Master Han, Young Mistress, you didn't go home yesterday, did something happen?"

"It's okay, we're fine." Fu Miaomiao's voice was crisp, and she looked very happy.

Xu Xian looked at Situ Han again.

Young Master Han's face doesn't look like he's okay.

"Let's go." Situ Han was a little hasty, and put another big palm on Fu Miaomiao's back, pulling her inside.

Fu Miaomiao glanced at the clothes on Situ Han's arms, turned her eyes slightly, and smiled wickedly, "Aunt Xian, Situ Han's clothes are dirty, you can wash them."