CEO’s Contract Sweet Wife

0The two of them ate the noodles and waited for the couple at the Manor House to clean up. After washing up, they climbed onto the bed. It was cold in the mountains, but there was no heat. As they snuggled up against each other, their hearts throbbed, as if their hearts were close to each other again.    

    

"Why are you so happy?" Rong Heting pinched Mu Qianqian's cheek. He couldn't let go of the smooth skin of her hands.    

    

"Because I've never had the chance to have a birthday before, I'm looking forward to it. However, today, I finally know what a birthday feels like. It's really very warm."    

    

Mu Qianqian put her head on Rong Heting's shoulder and smiled in satisfaction.    

    

"Normally, we would never have a birthday together, because that would remind us of our mother's death. Father doesn't like to talk about it, so it is taboo to talk about it." Helplessly sighing, Mu Qianqian also felt sorry for her mother.    

    

"I'm a specially recruited student, and don't have any friends my age in school. Ting Ye leaves school for a week every year for her birthday, and I don't have the chance to give it to her." Mu Qianqian happily turned her head, "You beast, this is the first time I have accompanied someone else for their birthday, I didn't expect it would be you! I'll never forget it, and you'll always remember it today, too, you know? "    

    

Rong Heting felt a pang of bitterness in his heart. He thought about how Ting Ye's birthday was going to be held every year. Which one of them didn't pick out gifts early and make the children happy, but his little woman was silently existing in the corner. Not only had her birthday not been blessed, but it had even become an extravagant wish for others to have a birthday.    

    

Keeping his arms tighter and warming his cold body, Rong Heting hugged Mu Qianqian's face and kissed her again and again. He kissed her again and again, then leaned close to her ear and made a wish that would make his life ache for her ever since.    

    

"Qianqian, I'll accompany you on your birthday in the future. Mine and yours. "    

    

"En!"    

    

Hearing Rong Heting's words, Mu Qianqian's face lit up with a bright smile. Staring at Rong Heting's serious expression, she obediently nodded, nodded, and nodded. At this moment, she no longer felt lonely, no longer alone.    

    

"It's my birthday today. You have to give me a birthday present."    

    

Under Mu Qianqian's stunned expression, Rong Heting quickly retreated from their loose nightgowns, and a thin blanket covered the two of them tightly. Under the blanket, the man's strong body was tightly locked onto the little girl's soft body, he really wanted to die in her tight body, constantly asking for her original sweetness.    

    

"Mm …" Your Birthday... It's fake! "    

    

Mu Qianqian moaned unwillingly, but she didn't push him away. Her slender arms unconsciously embraced the man's shoulders. Her whole body and mind moved up and down with Rong Heting's strong waist. She didn't stop the whole night.    

    

The morning sun shone into the bedroom, warming the two of them who were exhausted from the night. Rong Heting opened his eyes that were still asleep, feeling the warmth of his body beside his chest, adjusting his arms, hugging the woman who was still dependent on him even more tightly.    

    

Last night, he slept very peacefully. It had been a long time since he relaxed so much, and he no longer worried about anything else. He just followed his heart and thought of last night's experience, causing Rong Heting's muscles to tense up again. He did not know what poison he was poisoned with, nor did he know that unrestrained sex was still not enough to satisfy his needs, and he had never before realized that there were women who could make him addicted to it.    

    

She was still too young. Even though she had already let him ravage her as much as he could last night, that immaturity was emitted from her bones. How many times had he made her pass out? Thinking about Mu Qianqian's pouting expression, Rong Heting couldn't help but chuckle. Forget it, let her rest for a day and then make up for it at night.    

    

Mu Qianqian opened her eyes and saw Rong Heting looking at her with a faint smile. He was always sneaking peeks at her when she was asleep, while Mu Qianqian's little fist was always aiming at Rong Heting's chest. Mu Qianqian's hard chest and smooth touch immediately brought her back to her senses. She then realized that the two of them were still naked and leaning against each other. Her face was buried under the man's shoulder and she was too embarrassed to get out again.    

    

Mu Qianqian's face reddened from embarrassment. She didn't dare to make a sound, afraid that the man would laugh at her.    

    

How could Rong Heting not know how shy his little cat was and not dare to laugh at her. If he let her move around on him for a while, the two of them would not have to get up.    

    

Rong Heting raised his hand and pressed the call bell, asking the old couple to find a piece of clothing for them. He rubbed Mu Qianqian's head which was nestled under the quilt, then he went to the bathroom.    

    

After a while, an old woman with two sets of clothes came to the door and knocked. Mu Qianqian heard the sound of clothes being delivered, so she didn't dare to stay in bed. In her bathrobe, she wanted to run to the door.    

    

"Rong Heting, you beast!"    

    

Mu Qianqian humbly cursed, not daring to delay the panic of the people at the door. After a simple cleaning up, she rushed to the door and opened it.    

    

When the aunt at the door saw that the one who opened the door was a little girl, she revealed a surprised look, but it didn't take her long to understand why she was smiling. Last night, she didn't even see the girl's face clearly. It was Young Master Rong's first time bringing a woman here, so this girl was so beautiful. No wonder Young Master Rong was so protective, he just looked a bit younger.    

    

"Miss, your and Young Master Rong's clothes have been washed. The weather is not good, and they haven't dried yet. Also, the power has been cut, so we can't use the dryer. This is our farm clothes when we were young. Please take care of it first, okay?"    

    

Mu Qianqian quickly took the clothes and thanked him gratefully. Then, she took the clothes and entered the room.    

    

After the two of them packed up and came out, they laughed when they saw each other's clothes.    

    

Mu Qianqian was dressed in a tea lady's short shirt. Her lower body was made of the same cloth as Mu Qianqian's handmade trousers, and she had braided a thick braid. She was a typical village girl. Rong Heting was wearing a white peasant T-shirt with a round collar, black pants that could only be tied with a cloth belt. His tall figure propped up his clothes, just like a vigorous and strong young lad.    

    

Rong Heting brought Mu Qianqian out the door and met the old couple. The couple looked at each other and smiled.    

    

"Uncle Li, Maid Lee, this is Mu Qianqian." Rong Heting greeted Mu Qianqian politely.    

    

"Uncle Li, Maid Lee." Mu Qianqian obediently saluted the two elders, and was very grateful for their care.