Zhang Xiaomeng laughed and said, "What's so filthy about it? Did I let you see it? Yuyan is my wife, there's no rule in this world that says you can't touch your own wife."
Having said this, he did not forget to tease Wang Yuyan's chin, who blushed exceptionally. Her tender and smooth chin was as soft and elastic as snowy cream.
This scene infuriated Li Qingxuan. Damn it, damn it, Zhang Xiaomeng was being far too arrogant.
And yet he couldn't really do anything to Zhang Xiaomeng, nor could he expose the matter. After all, that was the boss's precious daughter.
If he spoke out, he wouldn't be able to stay on either.
That detestable Zhang Xiaomeng, actually flaunting his affection in front of me.
Fuming, he stormed off, his heart filled with some sullenness. He didn't know why, but when he thought of that day when Zhang Xiaomeng pinned him against the wall and forcefully kneaded that patch of softness, Li Qingxuan's face unconsciously turned red.
