When Feng Zhexuan heard his wife's words, his eyes lit up immediately. If he wasn't mistaken, his wife's words meant he could continue what he was thinking after lunch.
Satisfied with his wife's words, he withdrew his hands from his wife's slender waist and nodded obediently, "Alright. Let's eat first."
When her husband returned to the office, Yan Yuling exhaled a quiet sigh of relief. She had almost forgotten how perverted her husband could be when they were alone.
Although they were in his office, there was a bedroom and bathroom on the side, which he often used when he couldn't return home during busy periods, something he had done frequently before they got married.
Thinking of the big bed in her husband's office bedroom, she felt like her body was on fire. She slapped her cheek lightly and muttered, "Does he really want to do this in broad daylight in the office?"
