Black Bellied President Dotes on Wife

Zhao Anan is not used to being photographed by people. She is a free-spoken person, and she does not like to be exposed to other people's spotlights.

However, whenever someone mentions the grand proposal, she will be very happy and happy.

She thought that perhaps in this life she would be satisfied and happy for having such a marriage proposal.

"Nothing, after a while, others will forget both of us. The news in A city is constant, and the tricks are the most inconspicuous."

Mu Qing knows that Zhao Anan has always liked to be noticed. He smiled and comforted his new wife.

Zhao Anan leaned his head on his shoulder and said with a happy face: "It doesn't matter, those people are jealous of me!"

Mu Qing held her in her arms and whispered: "An An, it’s good to see you. I can see you every day."

Zhao Anan’s eyes sparkled, and he pouted to kiss him and reward him.

She also feels that she can be together with Mu Qing every day!

Perhaps it was too long for the old lady to bind, perhaps it was stimulated by Mu Qing and Mi Xiaoxiao. Anyway, Zhao Anan does not want to leave Mu Qing for a moment.

She was not like this before.

Although I liked Mu Qing in the past, I don’t see that he doesn’t have such deep thoughts.

But now, as long as she can't see Mu Qing, she always thinks about him, wants to know what he is doing, and wants to know if he thinks about her.

Zhao Anan feels that after 11 years, he really knows how to love someone.

No matter how long she can live, she will cherish every day.

Hope, the recurrence comes later, let her enjoy a few days of happy time.

Zhao Anan changed her comfortable home clothes, and then followed Mu Qing, and wherever he went, she followed.

When he changed clothes, she looked at him and changed, and then drooling against his sturdy body.

He washed vegetables and chopped vegetables, and she was helping to lay hands, sometimes peeling garlic, sometimes peeling potatoes.

The mistyness of the kitchen, the aroma of rice is floating in the air, with a kind of home warmth, so that Zhao Anan wants to cry.

The feeling of cooking with Mu Qing today is not the same as in the past. In the past, she always left after eating, and I don’t know when I will meet again next time.

But today is her home here, she is the home of Mu Qing, she does not need to go anywhere, after dinner, she can wash dishes with him, clean up together, sleep together, wake up together.

Mu Qing saw Zhao Anan's eyes red, and thought she was picked up by the peppers. He turned off the gas and wiped her eyes with a clean towel.

"The kitchen is too embarrassing, you are waiting to go out, I am done, you are only responsible for eating, there is me here, you do not need to do it. I am jealous that you are to give you happiness, not to let you suffer."

His movements are so gentle, with indescribable love and pity in his tone, like treating a treasure.

Zhao Anan's original tears only swirled in her eyes, but Mu Qing was good to her, and her tears immediately flowed down.

It’s just that although she is crying, her face is smiling.

She took all her tears to Mu Qing’s body, regardless of his waist: “No, I don’t want to go out, I want to cook with you! I have to learn to cook, and I will give it to you later! You eat I will feel very satisfied with what I am doing!"

This kind of feeling is also there.

Every time he did something, Zhao Anan was very happy to eat, and he would feel that no matter how tired he is worth it.

Since she likes it, Mu Qing will not drive her out. He wants Zhao Anan to hope that she can be by his side. Of course, cooking alone is not as good as two people.

Mu Qing bowed her lips and kissed her red eyes: "A fool, don't cry, you will feel bad when you cry. I have been trying my best to make you laugh and make you happy. As long as you are happy, I am willing to do anything."

His words made Zhao Anan’s tears flow more urgently.

She didn't know when she became so emotional, she used to be so worthless in her tears.

"I am happy, I like it now, even if I die, I am content!"

Mu Qing immediately blocked her lips with her fingers. "No nonsense!"

He is also very jealous of the word "death" because he is too afraid to lose Zhao Anan.

After Zhao Anan was finished, Mu Qing began to cook again.

His knife is very good, and he is very particular about nutrition. The dishes he made are all full of color and flavor. Zhao Anan’s eyes are all worshipped stars.

Mu Qing is a light blue home service, with a tall and straight posture, handsome side face, gentle temperament, and even long fingers look good.

The way he cooks is full of charm, and he has conquered Zhao Anan countless times.

At this moment, she was still conquered without any effort, so that she kept kissing Mu Qing, and she was always worried.

After eating, Mu Qing washed the dishes, Zhao Anan hugged him from behind, refused to let go.

Her dependence and change were so obvious that she was a little surprised.

Zhao Anan didn't stick to him so much. Since she got married, she almost wants to become a Siamese baby.

Mu Qing smiled and liked her change. She was held by her soft body, very comfortable and very warm.

After washing the bowl, Mu Qing took off the rubber gloves and directly hoisted the woman behind him, went out of the kitchen, and entered the bathroom.

"Wife, let's take a bath first!"

Zhao Anan still does not adapt to the word "wife", she feels too nauseating!

However, despite her numbness, she actually likes it very much!

"I have called your wife, why don't you call your husband?" Mu Qing tried to win the benefits he deserved.

Zhao Anan laughed, but he refused to shout.

"It's okay, when you call you later!"

Mu Qing looked smirk and took Zhao Anan's clothes when he entered the bathroom.

"Oh, cold!"

"It's okay, I will keep you hot for a while, and you won't be able to stand up!"

Mu Qing said, turning on the shower, adjusting the temperature of the water, and even taking care of his clothes, he directly pressed Zhao Anan on the wall and kissed her while sensitizing her body.

Zhao Anan has been holding him behind his back in the kitchen. He has been squatting, and he can’t help it!

Zhao An'an's body is very sensitive, and he can't stand the touch of Mu Qing. He quickly fell down in Mu Qing's arms.

She was short of breath, and her thin fingers pinched Muqing's underwear and helped him to take it off: "You have stripped me off, you wear clothes yourself, it's not fair..."

In Zhao An'an's voice, she reveals the charmingness that she has never noticed. Mu Qing is mad by her voice and movements.

"Are you ready, Anan? I want to go in, I want you!"