Qing Ben Wushuang

"Although you are older than me, I like you." Hearing this, Xu Niang was shocked when she looked at the smooth and tender face leaning against her neck. Suddenly, Xiao Hao's hand around her slender waist let go again, and he looked at her with slender and charming eyes: "I don't like others to touch me, but I like to touch you. Has he been close to you recently?!" Looking at Xu Niang who was preparing to leave home with her suitcase, Cheng Huan felt like he was going to lose her forever. His eyes were hot. Regardless of the presence of several mistresses, he hurried forward and grabbed Xu Niang's sleeves, which were of excellent quality. However, they slipped down. He hurriedly shouted: "Xu Niang, let's stop making trouble, okay?" "Mr. Cheng, you've lost your composure." She glanced at him and left. In her previous life, she tried her best to help her husband Cheng Huan rise to power, but when he was prosperous and wealthy, she was plotted by several of his women and insulted to death by men. In this life, she relied on the memories of her previous life to prepare for rainy days and helped the young man stand at the top, just to hold on to his job and the life that could be taken away at any time.