With a wicked smile, the man yanked the woman beneath him.
“Wife, you’ve been neglecting your husband for seven years. Where do you think you’re going?”
The woman rubbed her sore lower back and gritted her teeth in silence.
Why was this man haunting her? Wasn’t he supposed to be a cold, aloof CEO? What was with this childish goofball?!
Seven years ago, she had accidentally ended up sleeping with him.
Seven years later, she returned to the country with her little dumpling, wanting nothing to do with him. But who knew he’d pull her into his arms...
“Wife, I’m hungry~”
“Get lost!”
“Sure thing~”
Mo Yansheng’s eyes widened in disbelief.
Seriously, why was this guy acting like he’d been reincarnated as a starving ghost? I can barely even straighten my back anymore!!!
A little dumpling at the doorway: Good. I didn’t see a thing... He quietly turned and left.
