Chongxi male wife

Su Mingxuan didn't know that Liu Xiangru was against him because of such a trivial matter, and now he was full of anger and didn't know how to vent it.

He glanced at Li Miao, who was smiling happily, and then at Liu Xiangru, who was smiling wretchedly. He wished he could kill Liu Xiangru, a wolf with a big tail.

Liu Xiangru smiled and was about to take Li Miao to his carriage, but was stopped by Su Mingxuan: "Little Miaoer, take our carriage, it's inconvenient for Mr. Liu to take you off."

Liu Xiangru snorted inwardly, it's not inconvenient, it's not inconvenient for you to be jealous.

Liu Xiangru obediently got into Su Mingxuan's car, pestering Li Miao about the patterns along the way, and Su Mingxuan wanted to get involved, so he immediately turned to another one.

Li Miao forgets things when he gets busy, he has long forgotten about Su Mingxuan, and now he is happy looking at the drawings.

Along the way, the carriage was filled with a strong smell of vinegar and gunpowder. When the carriage arrived at Su's residence first, Su Mingxuan asked Li Miao to go back first, and he sent Liu Xiangru off.

Li Miao didn't doubt that there was him, so he agreed to come down, turned around and entered the Su residence.

Liu Xiangru's heart skipped a beat, he didn't dare to say anything, he was actually quite afraid of Su Mingxuan, the two had known each other since childhood, and when they were in the academy, he was often beaten by Su Mingxuan.

There was silence in the carriage, and Su Mingxuan didn't intend to let Liu Xiangru go all the way to Liu's house. He followed Liu Xiangru into Liu's house, and saw Master Liu who was out for a walk.

Su Mingxuan greeted him with a smile, and kindly offered advice before leaving: "Brother Liu is fine in everything, but it seems a bit late to marry a wife. Uncle Liu should seek a marriage for Brother Liu as soon as possible."

After saying that, he turned and left, as if he was just saying goodbye.

Su Mingxuan left, but Liu Xiangru was miserable.

Mr. Liu brought Liu Xiangru into the front hall, and once the door was closed, he began to scold again: "Tell me about you, you are almost 20 years old, why haven't you met yet? Look at that kid from the Su family, who is more handsome than you." Much better, you just have no brains. You..."

Liu Xiangru was used to being scolded by his father, and only after hearing his father scolded him did he realize: "Father, isn't Su Mingxuan not married either, he's grown up too."

Father Liu was choked by him, speechless for a long time, picked up the teacup with trembling hands and took a sip of tea: "You are older than him."

Liu Xiangru was speechless, he was half a year older than Su Mingxuan, how old could he be.

Su Mingxuan didn't know what the Liu family and his son thought of him, so he turned and left to hide his achievements and fame.

When he returned to Su's house, Li Miao was waiting at the gate of the small courtyard. Ever since the frost blossoms came out that day, Li Miao had often been waiting at the door, and he didn't forget to let him put the latch when he was sent into the house to rest.

Su Mingxuan didn't think it was necessary, Shuanghua had already been sold by Zhuhong, and Suxue had settled down, so it didn't make sense for him to let the latch go.

However, it is rare for his little Miaoer to care about him so much. Of course, he can't live up to the kindness of his little Miaoer, and happily puts the latch on every day.

Seeing him coming back, Li Miao rushed up to greet him: "Master, do you want to take a bath today?"

Xiao Miaoer asks every day, as long as he asks Su Mingxuan, he will wash.It's really his little Miaoer who is too tempting.

In the picture of the Longyang Erotic Palace they studied a few days ago, there was a scene depicting two men taking a mandarin duck bath.

That night, Su Mingxuan had a dream. It was the kind of dream that cannot be described from the neck down. The protagonists of the dream were him and his family's little Miaoer.

Xiao Miao'er's skin is fair, transpired by hot water, it becomes pink and tender, and it looks like a little peach, which is extraordinarily delicious.

Su Mingxuan in the dream was a beast, he quickly peeled the peaches, and quickly ate the peaches into his mouth.

The peach juice is sweet, even if he can't taste it in his dream, he still finds it very delicious.

In the past few days, Li Miao would ask him if he wanted to take a bath at night. As long as he mentioned taking a bath, Su Mingxuan would think of the little peach in his dream, which made him linger so sweetly.

The scene once irritated him so much that he almost lost control, and his little brother was often very active because of the word bathing that Li Miao said.

As a normal and vigorous man, Su Mingxuan felt that he needed a bucket of water to quench his burning desire.

However, only Su Mingxuan, who was hiding under the covers and comforting his younger brother secretly, knew that the water was used for post-processing.

Li Miao obediently asked Zhu Hong to fetch water, Su Mingxuan entered the room, took off his coat with exceptional smoothness, lay down on the bed and swayed for a while, after a while of incense, there was a knock on the door: "My lord, I'm coming in. "

It was Li Miao's voice, Su Mingxuan closed his eyes, the Li Miao he imagined was plump again, he smiled and called him son.

Su Mingxuan let out a "hmm" and let out his breath.

Li Miao also pushed the door just right and walked in: "My lord, let's take a bath."

Su Mingxuan agreed without getting off the bed: "Alright, little Miaoer, go out, I'll do it myself."

Li Miao walked out obediently, Su Mingxuan got out of bed only after seeing him turn around.

His lower body is cold now, if his little Miaoer sees it, he must think he is bedwetting, very embarrassing.

Su Mingxuan thought so, and walked to the tub to take off his clothes.

Li Miao also wanted to go out, but he remembered that his young master hadn't wiped his back for several days: "Master, do you want to wipe your back?"

Li Miao turned around and asked Su Mingxuan.

Su Mingxuan's hand holding his trousers was a little awkward, his trousers were all taken off, and there was a little bit of twitching.

Li Miao hurriedly turned around and didn't dare to look at it: "I, I'm going out, if you, young master, if, oh, forget it."