Beautiful wife is the best: rich husband has deep routines

"Small moves?" Shan Yuting asked knowingly, "What are you referring to?"

Jiang Zitong and Shan Yuting pretended to be stupid together: "Of course it's just hugging, cuddling, things like that... are not allowed."

"Ha ha."

Shan Yuting was amused by Jiang Zitong's seriousness, and suddenly pulled her into his arms, and kissed her pink lips directly.

Kiss me, I'm booming, in a trance.

Jiang Zitong didn't expect Shan Yuting to come up with this move, and his face flushed red: This guy is too bad, he committed crimes knowingly, and even saved himself a sneak attack!

Shan Yuting loved Jiang Zitong's sensitive and shy appearance so much, he couldn't help but want to tease her more, after the kiss was over, his mouth moved closer.

"Duck! You fouled! You promised not to make small moves!"

Jiang Zitong said while blocking Shan Yuting's kiss attack with his hand, leaning back his neck.

"I didn't make any small gestures, I was just kissing my wife."

Jiang Zitong scratched his neck and protested: "You can't even kiss, it's considered a petty trick! You did it on purpose, playing a scoundrel, playing a hooligan!"

However, this kind of soft protest, in Shan Yuting's view, is just a small fight, scratching an itch.

Since his Mrs. Shan felt that she was playing a hooligan, he might as well be a hooligan to the end.

Shan Yuting held Jiang Zitong in his arms and kissed again like a touch of water, causing Jiang Zitong to moan coquettishly, and the whole person was surrounded by gentle domineering.

The two of them played and rolled from the kitchen to the sofa in the living room, and their body temperature gradually increased as they got closer.

Just when Shan Yuting wanted to "eat" Jiang Zitong further, the mobile phone he threw on the coffee table rang untimely.

However, Shan Yuting didn't intend to pick it up at all.

"Electrical...electrical...phone..."

Jiang Zitong's blurred consciousness slowly came back, and pushed Shan Yuting who was lying on top of her, and intermittent voices leaked out from between his teeth.

"It doesn't matter, it's important to do serious things!"

It's just that Shan Yuting's cell phone rang relentlessly, and after hanging up automatically, it rang again.

Obviously, the person who called was planning to fight Shan Yuting for a long time to see who would admit defeat first.

Shan Yuting exhaled heavily, reached out for the phone, didn't look at who was calling, and said sullenly: "Say!"

Although Jiang Zitong was very close to Shan Yuting, he still couldn't quite hear what was said on the other end of the phone. He vaguely seemed to hear Jing Moqing's name.

After a while, Shan Yuting, who was holding the phone, frowned, his face became serious, and at the same time reluctantly let go of Jiang Zitong.

However, even so, he still couldn't hold back from pecking Jiang Zitong's lips two or three times.

After hanging up the phone, Shan Yuting pinched Jiang Zitong's slender waist, then sat up directly, and said to the lying person: "I'm going downstairs, I'll be back soon, you clean up and wait for me Come back and continue."

"Well."

Jiang Zitong was still a little dizzy, and when he heard what Shan Yuting said, he replied in a daze.

After Shan Yuting tidied up his clothes, he took the elevator to the guest room on the 86th floor, leaving Jiang Zitong alone and blushing in embarrassment.

At this time, there were seven or eight bodyguards standing outside the door of the guest room on the 86th floor, and Steward Ling and Ye Xiu were also waiting at the door.

When Zheng Qiwei saw Shan Yuting at the elevator entrance, he immediately pointed to the guest room with a very serious expression.

"You'd better tell me something important, otherwise you will be at your own risk. I want you to look good!"

The moment the words fell, Shan Yuting pushed open the door of the guest room, and his expression changed instantly: "What's going on?"