My Best Actor Ex-Husband and I Became A Role-Model Couple

After finishing the shopping trip of choosing clothes and jewelry with Jiang Ma, Feng Lanchu was finally able to go back to the room and lie down.

Simmons, who hasn't been lying at home for a long time, is about to leave her body as soon as she lies comfortably on the bed. Feng Lanchu was leaning all over comfortably when Jiang Anzhi came in.

Seeing his wife letting go of herself, he lightly pursed his lips and went to wash himself.

When he came out of the shower, he saw that his wife had changed her position and was lying on the bed drowsily. At some point, the hem of the pajamas was lifted up slightly, revealing half of her snow-white slender waist.

Jiang Anzhi reluctantly walked over to help her tear up her clothes and pulled the quilt to cover her up.

"Be careful with the air conditioner on, don't catch yourself a cold."

"Don't worry, I'm very strong." Feng Lan replied bewilderedly.

When Jiang Anzhi also lay back on the bed, Feng Lanchu immediately rolled into his arms, paws comfortably pacing back and forth on his slightly swollen muscles.

"It's still comfortable at home." She sighed from the soul.

Jiang Anzhi helplessly grabbed her tickling hand and asked calmly, "I don't want the claw anymore, right?"

Rolling around, what to do if the wound is pressed.

Feng Lan didn't react at the beginning, thinking that he was still arrogant and angry and didn't want to touch him. Then he raised his eyes and said angrily, "I'm just groping, what else can you do to me."

As he spoke, he fumbled on his chest.

Jiang Anzhi's silk pajamas were already slippery, so two buttons were undone, revealing his porcelain-white skin. Feng Lanchu didn't feel guilty at all, and even raised her eyebrows in protest.

Jiang Anzhi's eyes were as deep as the sea, and he felt that he could eat her in the next second, but in the end he resigned to his fate and closed his eyes and lay down. Forget it, she can do whatever she likes.

Anyway, she was injured, and there was nothing he could do, just endure it.

Feng Lan saw it for the first time, hey, this guy is here again, and the cold war has started again, right?

Look at this stingy look.

Of course, Feng Lanchu wasn't really stupid, she soon realized that An Zhi should still be angry that she didn't care about her body and almost lost her life.

Feng Lanchu had no choice but to be that magnanimous person to avoid the trouble, and silently rubbed against Jiang Anzhi's body to press against his arhat-like waist and abdomen.

"..." Jiang Anzhi.

Looking at this provocative woman, Jiang Anzhi helplessly rubbed her head: "Go to sleep."

"Don't." Feng Lanchu said, lying down and listening to his heartbeat, her voice was very aggrieved: "I just wanted to hug you like this when I finally got home. In the end, you were so sarcastic and sarcasm, and even if you touch it, you are here to warn Warning."

"I know you're mad at me for not cherishing my body, but I've already explained that I really didn't do it on purpose, and I didn't specifically call that mountain a landslide. I'm so fucked up when it lands...very depressing."

Originally, she wanted to continue pretending to be weak, but she accidentally swears, Feng Lanchu hastily changed her vocabulary, and a guilty conscience flashed across her eyes.

Jiang Anzhi directly sighed and lifted her up, then opened his eyes and looked at her in the dark.

"I'm not mad at you anymore."

"Then why have you been indifferent these days, not friendly at all."

"I am a poor husband who witnessed his wife almost die. My brain cells that were scared to death have not recovered yet. You have to give me time to recover."

As soon as Jiang Anzhi finished speaking, Feng Lanchu lowered her head and pecked lightly on his lips.

"I'm fine. Does this make you feel more real?"