Huaiyan pulled on the door, grabbed her bag and rushed out of the car. "I'm going home."

However, he was the first to reach out to her. After a few days of not seeing him, his huge and elegant body seemed to be a stranger. The familiar smell on his body was also a stranger, the hug was a stranger, the kiss was even stranger.

He put his arm around her waist and gently pulled her into his arms. She was not tall, and her head was under his chin. He pressed her to his chest.

Her heart skipped a beat. She could tell that there was something different about the voice, but she didn't say anything.

The smell on his shirt was very fresh and clean. She slightly moved her nose, but she didn't smell anything else. She couldn't help but to reach out and gently place her hands on his back, but she didn't dare to use too much strength.

At this moment, the hug was extremely pure. There was nothing unnecessary. She was afraid that the happiness she felt would be like a soap bubble. With a light touch, it disappeared without a trace.

"Do you miss me?"

he asked suddenly, with a touch of tenderness in his eyes. He had dreamed of her for dozens of days in Italy.

She leaned her smiling face on his shoulder and almost blurted out the word she wanted to say. However, she clenched her teeth and held it in her mouth.

He wasn't surprised that he couldn't hear her reply, but that gentleness and loneliness only lasted for a moment before he immediately became that unruly Shen Canghao again.

His hands suddenly tightened around her and he reached behind her back into his T-shirt. There were sparks in his eyes, and his fingertips seemed to be filled with electricity. His thin lips looked extremely evil as they moved slightly: "I feel that I can only use straightforward means to communicate with you …"

He moved close to her ear and whispered softly. He keenly noticed the barely discernible trembling. He immediately laughed softly, and with an evil yet unruly look in his eyes, he said, "How about it? I'm not wrong. You're so sensitive …"

"I want to go home!"

Huaiyan hatefully opened her mouth and tried to push him away with her palms, but unexpectedly, he directly stretched out his hands to grasp her. With slightly narrowed beautiful eyes, she stared at him evilly: "Aiya, what should I do now that I'm in the mood?"

"Go find your Italian girl!"

Huaiyan rolled her eyes at him. She wanted to pull her finger out, but the man was too big. He grabbed her hand like a pair of iron pliers, preventing her from moving.

"With my wife standing in front of me at such a distance from the Italian ladies, why not quench my thirst first?"

His tone was light and slow as he put her finger to the corner of his mouth, causing her to freeze in surprise. He stood there like a statue, watching his seductive movements as if it were natural and natural …

It was just that although this was just the outskirts of the city, there were still many pedestrians passing by occasionally. She did not have such thick skin and directly acted out such a show for passersby to watch!

The sound of a trumpet blaring could be heard from afar, causing her to feel anxious. She could not help but bite her lips and said hatefully, "Shen Canghao, get on the car! We'll talk about this later!"

"Oh?"

His eyebrows were raised and his lips curled up in a charming smile. However, he still didn't let go of those fingers that were as white as scallions. He vaguely opened his mouth and asked, "What are we going to do in the car?"

Her face was flushed red as she stomped on the ground, "Are you trying to piss me off?"

"Alright, alright, get on …"

He smiled evilly as he took a step closer to her. With a smile, he bent down and immediately got into the carriage. The man who had grabbed her hand also bowed and entered the carriage. Then, he slammed the carriage door shut …

"You … Stay away! "

She gnashed her teeth in anger. She really didn't know how she had gotten into such a predicament!

"Wife, I can't stay far away from you!"

His eyes were innocent as he moved closer. He simply stuck close to her, and under the thin layer of clothing was scorching hot skin …

"Why not!"

She stared at him with a smile, 'Why are all men like this perverted animal?'

"Heh …"

He laughed evilly and leaned back on the sofa, casting a sidelong glance at her blushing face. "I'm not that big, idiot!"

"Ugh …"

When she finally reacted, she almost became a mute. However, that man burst out laughing loudly. He was thrown back and forth, unable to stop himself!

She was so angry that she couldn't even scold him. She swore that she was going to find Wen Jing to hone her eloquence. Then, she would scold him until he turned around!

"Shen Canghao, do you want to drive away?"

Huaiyan almost wanted to bite him. Why was he so anxious when he just returned? Didn't the Italian girls satisfy him?

"No!"

He wrapped his arms around her and moved closer to her, wrapping her behind him. His fingers started to move erratically, "Look, I purposely drove the car here …" Don't you know what to do? "

"I don't care what you do!"

The smiling face began to twist and struggle, wanting to use her elbow to knock him away, but the man had already skillfully seen through her thoughts.

"Look at the scenery …"

"Go to hell!"

She was so happy that she was on the verge of tears. She was like a little wild cat as she suddenly grabbed the back of his hand viciously!

"Hiss …"

Shen Canghao sucked in a breath of cold air from the pain, but didn't retract his hand. Instead, he stuck even tighter to her body, and spoke with an even more dubious tone, "Wife, it's been almost two months since I last had a wife. Don't you know that this could lead to death? "