860: C860 Kissing

C860 Kissing

Chuchen hugged her clothes as she walked towards the bathroom and complained, "Hubby, you even said you pampered me. Now you don't even want to chat with me anymore."

"I was worried that you were hungry."

"We still have such a long time in our lives. We can chat whenever we want. We are not in a hurry for this morning."

Chuchen stopped, turned around and kissed him. "Hubby, kiss me before I change my clothes."

Ye Junhao smiled. "I am very willing to fulfill this request of yours."

He walked in front of her and reached out his hand to pull her over. First, he looked at her affectionately. When she raised her chin and closed her eyes, he leaned over and gently touched her lips.

Because Chuchen was in the early stages of pregnancy, Ye Junhao did not dare to touch her. Since the business trip until now, he had always been a vegetarian.

He did not even dare to kiss deeply, afraid that he could not control himself.

So, this kiss ended very quickly.

Chuchen looked as if she hadn't had enough. Her charming eyes were like silk and her breath was like orchids. "Hubby, that's it."

"Wife, don't tease me. Go and change your clothes. I'll go downstairs and help you bring out your breakfast."

Ye Junhao rubbed her messy hair a few times and quickly left. He was afraid that if he stayed any longer, he would become a pervert when his wife flirted with him. He would also become a pervert who had been hungry for a long time.

Seeing him run away, Chuchen could not help but laugh. She did not expect that Ye Junhao would also run away one day. En, it was quite rare.

She would make it up to him after the archive was completed. Of course, she could only try it lightly.

After Ye Junhao went downstairs, he even went outside the house and took a deep breath of the fresh air outside. There was also a little bit of coolness that could quickly blow away the ardor in his body.

At this time, the villa's door was opened and a black Mercedes-Benz drove in.

It was Mu Zhiyuan's car.

Ye Junhao thought that Mu Zhiyuan was sending Mu Tianci over. After adjusting his condition, he went to greet his uncle.

When Mu Zhiyuan got off the car, Ye Junhao looked at his car and asked him, "Where's Tianci?"

"He's at home. It's not like I came out of my house."

He had not gone back for a while.

Mu Zhiyuan especially did not want to go home when he knew Su Shu had been fished out by his father.

He was also very busy right now. His sister was pregnant with a second child. Not to mention that his brother-in-law did not want his sister to go back to work. He was not willing to, but this winter's new products were mainly designed by his sister. It was already halfway through, so it was difficult for others to take over.

Among them, there was a child's clothing, a father's and son's clothing. It was also specially made by Chuchen for Ye Junhao and Mu. She could not bear to pretend to be someone else's hands.

"I thought you were sending Tianci over. Then, why did you come so early?"

Mu Zhiyuan asked, "Is it still early? Usually at this time, you would bring Mu back to the company. The meeting had already ended. Also, can't I come if I don't send Mu Tianci over? Can't I come and see my sister and my unborn niece?"

"Okay, okay, very good. I said the wrong thing just now. Big brother, please forgive me. Don't nag."

Mu Zhiyuan patted Ye Junhao's shoulder. "Chuchen is pregnant with a second child. I just heard you call me big brother."

"We are so close. I can't call you big brother."

"When my mom was there, you changed your words pretty quickly. Once you knew that the marriage was going to happen, you immediately changed your way of addressing her." At that time, the marriage was not really decided. It was only mentioned in the beginning.

Ye Junhao's handsome face was slightly embarrassed. "I was afraid that mom would go back on her word. I will call you first. I have wanted to call you mom a long time ago."1

Ever since he aimed at Mu Chuchen as his wife, he had regarded Ai Shi as his mother-in-law in his heart.

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