On a Sunday at ten o'clock in the morning, there are two women wearing Chanel fashion suits, one looks gorgeous with makeup, the other looks like a humble wildflower without makeup, and no one pays attention.
Mo Rourou smiled wryly, she was used to being ignored as a girl with a weak sense of existence.
"Rourou, you are a very nice person. Since you have made up your mind, I will strongly support and help you." Li Feng'er spoke softly to Yan Yuese.
"Yeah." Mo Rourou bought three sexy lingerie, all of which were imported.
"You go home and wear it first, and remember that you must not let Zhao Junlie see it. You should wait until the atmosphere is good and you shake hands or hug him intimately, then you can do it!" Li Feng'er offered advice.
"good."
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Mo Rourou was cooking pork liver noodle soup and scrambled eggs with scallions, singing the theme song of Celine Dion's Beauty and the Beast animation movie in a low voice, with a bright smile, like a spirit of nature, singing ancient songs.
Zhao Junlie didn't work overtime today, she sent him a text message, hoping to go home together.
He texted back the content of the text message, "Um. Okay."
Zhao Junlie has been in the bathroom for eight minutes, and he is very happy. He is looking forward to eating the food cooked by Rourou, which is not only delicious but also very refreshing.
Should the Mo family invite a chef to cook the three meals of the Mo family? So how does Mo Rourou learn to cook? Suddenly Zhao Junlie's heart moved, he became more and more curious?
Every day, he and his wife, Mo Rourou, come and go and interact with each other, adding a lot of fun to his busy life in the mall.
Only the bodies of the two haven't resonated yet. He is an out-and-out big man, but he can't bear to have him condescend to have sex with the ugly duckling. Thinking of the past in his childhood, now he wants the best, and he doesn't want to recall the past He was in pain, and he didn't want to suffer again.
"Jun Lie, the pork liver noodle soup is lukewarm and ready to eat." Mo Rourou smiled like a flower, and blinked her bright eyes.
"Well. Although you are an ugly duckling, you are still a useful woman." Zhao Junlie ate noodles, and when he spoke again, his tone was a little sour.
Mo Rourou smiled wryly, she will start seducing her husband later.
She wants her husband to be unable to ignore her presence.
"Would you like to drink a glass of red wine and relax? The company is very busy. I will be your considerate and good wife according to the contract of prostitution." Mo Rourou naturally put on a dress that is conservative in style but bold in color. In purple lace pajamas, she let down her long hair and smiled sweetly.
Suddenly, Zhao Junlie stretched out his hand to touch his soft black long hair, and swallowed his saliva.
"White is innocence, and purple is bold and mysterious." He was stunned, and he breathed softly, and suddenly he wanted to kiss her.
What's up with him? Why is there a strange feeling of caring?
Zhao Guanglie continued to eat scrambled eggs with green onions, and seeing his wife Mo Rourou deliberately wearing purple pajamas, with a somewhat attractive soft figure, the male instinct began to burn passion and desire.
"Rou Rou, is your work going well recently?" Zhao Junlie tried to find something to talk about when he had nothing to say.
"Not bad." Mo Rourou smiled lightly, "My friend Ji Fufu wants to be my subordinate, can I let her come to work in Zhao's company?" By the way, he also observed the changes in Jun Lie's expression.
Mo Rourou snickered to herself, the man is indeed a human being who thinks from the lower body!
"Of course." Zhao Junlie nodded.
"Jun Lie, I have something I want to get closer to, so I'll tell you." Mo Rourou paced over, her big hand actively lifted Zhao Junlie's neck, kissed his earlobe with her lips, and exhaled quietly.
"Rourou, don't flirt. I'm a big man and a big wolf. If I meet you, a little white rabbit, I'll eat you alive." Zhao Junlie took a deep breath, his eyes focused, he really wanted her to be his woman .
Then, he lowered his head and kissed her lips, savoring her sweet taste, and hugged her onto the spring bed, his passionate kisses continued, gently preparing to tear off the pajamas to her chest.
"Jun Lie, I like you so much!" She confessed softly. "The ugly duckling that makes me feel no longer considered a second-rate, is once again your most cherished wife."
Substandard! Zhao Junlie's lustful eyes instantly turned cold. If he really had a relationship with Rourou, would it mean that he was acquiescing that he was the same type of person as Rourou? Fragments flashed through his mind.
"Go and be someone else's child!"
"No, I don't want to leave the Zhao family."
"I will try my best to be a good child. I want to live with my mother. I don't want to be someone else's adopted son!"
"Jun Lie, what's the matter with you?" Mo Rourou waited for the next intimate interaction, but saw Zhao Junlie's originally passionate eyes and smile gradually fade away.
"Go to bed early!" Zhao Junlie spoke calmly and walked out the door. He didn't come back to hug Mo Rourou all night.
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"Rourou, how are you? How does it feel to be with Jun Lie?" Ji Fufu and Mo Rourou ate ham sandwiches and a glass of beer root at the breakfast shop.
With a bitter face, Mo Rourou's eyes were misty, and she whispered softly, "Jun Lie, he despises me, and he doesn't even want to have sex with me."
Is she really ugly? She knew that she was not beautiful, but she never thought that a big man like Zhao Junlie would not even want to have intimate contact with her.
Her self-esteem as a woman is so hurt!
On the spot, Mo Rourou gradually burst into tears, and her heart ached.
Strictly speaking, Mo Rourou's seduce her husband failed.
"Rourou, do you still love Zhao Junlie?" Ji Fufu tried to ask, trying to understand Rourou's heart.
"Yeah." Mo Rourou lowered her head, her eyes hurt and helpless.