Chapter 13 — Baby Copy Bring Me Closer to You One More Time

I laughed at myself and pushed him away: "Okay, let's pretend I didn't ask." I turned around to leave, but he grabbed my wrist tightly. He hugged me from behind, his head buried in the crook of my neck, his voice low and hoarse. "I don't know." My whole body stiffened. "I don't know if that is love." He said softly, "I just know, if I don't see you, I will go crazy. Just thinking about you in the arms of another man, I just want to destroy the whole world." "I just know, your smile makes my world bloom with flowers. Your tears make my heart break into pieces." "I only know, To Tieu Mi, you are my Pho Thua Nghiem's life's fate, and I willingly accept it." My tears couldn't help but fall. This idiot. At this point it's not even called love, so what is called love? I sniffed my nose, turned around, stood on tiptoe, and proactively kissed him on the lips. He was stunned. In response, he immediately turned from passive to active, the kiss was so deep that it seemed like he wanted to blend me into his flesh and blood. This time, I didn't resist, but clumsily responded. It took a long time for our lips to separate. They were both panting. “So you forgive me?” He looked at me, his eyes bright as if filled with stars. I snorted, arrogantly turned away: "We still have to see how you perform." He smiled, laughed like a child given candy. He picked me up. "Ah! What are you doing?" I panicked and hugged his neck. "Go home!" He proudly declared, "Fulfill your marital duties!" Me: "..." I knew right away! His mind never thinks of anything decent! "Pho Thua Nghiem! Let me down! Your waist still hurts!" "Don't worry, I will definitely be gentle tonight." "No need!" "No need, you will like it."... That night, I deeply felt that a man's mouth is full of lies! Anything that is gentle, anything that is restrained, is a deception! Pho Thua Nghiem was a hungry wolf that hadn't eaten in five years, and I was a poor little sheep, he ate everything from the inside out, not even a broken bone was left behind. The next morning, I supported my almost broken waist and got up from the bed. It was noon. That criminal, Pho Thua Nghiem, had already sobered up and left for work. On the bedside table, there is a piece of paper - his strong, flying handwriting: 【Dear wife, I'm going to work. Breakfast is kept in a thermos box, remember to eat it. I love you.】 There's also a huge heart drawn on the back. I looked at that piece of paper, my cheeks were hot, my heart was as sweet as honey flowing out. This childish man's name. In the afternoon, Lam Phi Phi's phone call came in, her voice excited as if she had just won the jackpot. "Tieu Mi! I see the news! You're on hot search! #The hidden wife of the Vice Group's CEO is revealed for the first time#, #The Vice's fairy beauty#, #The CEO is angry at his beloved wife, directly scolding the marriage partner#! Aaaa ladies! You're famous! Tell me quickly, was last night super exciting!" I held my forehead: “Stimulating, so stimulating, even now my waist still hurts.” “Hehehe…” Lam Phi Phi smiled darkly, “Whoever understands, understands~ So you two are even?” “Yes.” “That's great!” Lam Phi Phi was even happier than me, "I knew it, the Vice President was sincere with you! So... do you still want to run?" "No more running." I looked at the sunlight outside the window and said softly. I no longer had a reason to run away. Here, there is someone I love, there are my children. This place is my home. [Chapter 8] The days after reconciling with Pho Thua Nghiem were as sweet as falling into a jar of honey. He seems to want to double compensate for the shortcomings of the past five years. He is no longer the domineering CEO who only knows how to be demanding in bed, but has turned into... a big, super sticky dog. Every morning, he will use a good morning kiss to wake me up, then take care of me like

Taking care of children: brushing teeth, washing face, changing clothes. I used to protest, saying I still had arms and legs. He reasoned fully: "My wife, I voluntarily serve her." After that, he will drive Little Rice Cake himself to the best kindergarten in city A, and then take me to his bakery. Before leaving, I had to stay in the car for at least ten minutes, kissing until my lips were red and swollen before I could stop. Causing the store staff to look at me with increasingly strange eyes. At noon, he never forgot to order Assistant Tran to bring me a nutritious lunch, all my favorite dishes. In the evening, he came to pick me up from work on time, and the three of us went home together. Even... he started learning how to cook. A CEO holding a trillion-dollar corporation, wearing a pink apron shaped like a baby bear that I bought, fights in the kitchen with a pile of pots and pans. That scene was so beautiful that I didn't dare look at it. The first time, he mistook sugar for salt, making a rib dish that was so sweet it was deadly boring. Rice Cake and I gritted our teeth, each took a bite, and then pretended to applaud: "Wow! Dad makes the best ribs in the world!" He truly believed it and proudly puffed out his chest. The second time, he almost burned down the whole kitchen.