Chapter 542
Although it was said that men's words in bed were not credible, when Chloe heard Aman's words, she did not speak for a long time and just supported his desire with more passion.
They spent the whole night on each other's feet.
The next day, Chloe lay on the bed like a corpse, as expected.
After Aman was dressed neatly, it was completely impossible to see that he had been in exercise for the entire night and was still in high spirits!
He sat on the bed and shook the beautiful little wife on the bed. "I'm going to the company?"
Chloe feebly waved her hand. ". got it."
The voice sounded like it was dead.
Damp and powerless.
"He's courting death."
She was seeking death, and she would never remember the lesson!
Aman recalled last night's enthusiasm and a trace of satisfaction floated to the corner of his lips. "I was wondering why you turned your back on me every time this happened. Where did your enthusiasm last night go? Honey, come and give me a kiss."
Chloe slowly opened her eyes. He was still very aggrieved?
She was the one who felt wronged now, wasn't she?
A whole night was not enough, but he had to kiss her again?
"I said..." She tried hard to hold back her sorrow, but she didn't have the strength to call him. "Mr. Emperor, President, do you think I can still be warm-hearted like this? Go to the company, I won't see you off."
Couldn't all the enthusiasm be drained?
It's fine if he doesn't kiss her.
"Give me another kiss. What if it arouses my animal nature again... let me go."
Aman frowned. "Chloe, you..."
However, she could not be angry with her. She could only pinch her delicate and smooth face to punish her.
His wife was like this. Every time she was in high spirits at first, but after a crazy night, she lost all her enthusiasm and didn't even bother to give him a good morning kiss...
"What, you want to say that I am wrong?" Chloe lay on the bed and said weakly, "I'm not enthusiastic enough to make you satisfied? Am not good enough? Mr. Emperor, if you do this, I can't serve you! Then you can only kill me!"
"No, who said you didn't do well?" President smiled and kissed her on the lips. "Baby, you were great last night!"
Chloe straightened up a little.
He was at a loss.
Again, he fell to the ground!
Her ears began to heat up again...
This stuffy middle-aged man, Chloe's face buried in the pillow, didn't want to expose her red face.
Aman rubbed her aching waist and said, suddenly remembered a sentence."
"What, what?" Chloe asked with her tongue knotted.
Aman bent down his handsome face and said, "I think the most romantic thing is to use all the positions you have." When Chloe's brain was buzzing with shame, he kissed her hot and lovely ears. "Have a good rest. I can go to sleep with you these few days after I finish my work."
After Aman left the bedroom.
Chloe's head was shrouded in a shadow.
"B-Beast! What a beast!"
Wouldn't it be better if they didn't go to the honeymoon? When he had more than one month, wouldn't he torture her like this all the time? She was going to die! She was going to die in bed!
Thinking of President vigorous physical strength last night, Chloe began to dare to fight.
Why was it that every time, whether she had taken the initiative or not, she had enjoyed Aman's life?
"It doesn't make sense!"
"Knock, knock!" The elite from outside knocked on the door. "Young Madam, do you want to get up?"
"No, I don't!" Chloe hit the pillow gloomily. "No, don't want to sleep until noon!"
After that, she rolled up the quilt and went back to sleep.
However, the relationship between her and Aman was like this. She spent all day and night in a dark room, sleeping in a dark room. The butler and servant in the style of nine dragons seemed to know that she was tired, and even she didn't wake up at noon after she slept.
It was not until one o'clock in the afternoon that Chloe woke up muddleheaded from the pain on her waist and back.
She was woken up by Zoya's phone call.
"Hello... " Chloe said in a tired voice, "Why did you call me so early in the morning? Just let me go."
"What? It's still early in the morning?" Zoya's voice came from the other side of the phone. "It's noon, Mrs. Emperor! Are you still sleeping?"
"Ooooooooo!" Chloe was so enraged by her words that she began to tremble. "Can't you lower your voice? It's just torture for a person who hasn't even gotten out of bed to hear your roar!"
She would be tortured by her husband at night, and her ears would be tortured by her friend's voice during the day? Chloe was powerless.
"What? You haven't got up yet? Shit! The young madam of a rich and powerful family lived a different, comfortable life." Zoya envied and jealously said, "Young Madam, people like us get up earlier than chickens every day. We went to work by the car peak. When we arrived at the company, we became tired. No, dogs were not as tired as us! You actually said that you were still sleeping. Are you provoking me?"
"Alas, who provoked you?" Chloe let out a sigh.
She was tired too!
Someone else drove to work at the peak of the car, and she was ferried by the big truck for the whole night....
Zoya's scream was still ringing. "Didn't you say that? You've been working so hard for the whole day, and you haven't got up yet. You... you're killing me mentally."
"Why did I abuse and kill you again?" Chloe sighed. "You are a person who doesn't want to find a boyfriend. What do you understand? I'm more tired than you."
Is it good to have a strong husband through the night?
Did she think that it was easy for her, the wife of Master, to be a prostitute?
Zoya, who had been fed a little food to a dog, suppressed her anger, and her tone suddenly changed. "Oh-"
Chloe wanted to say something, but Zoya said meaningfully, "I think I should recite a poem about this. The Spring and Autumn Period is short, and the Dejor doesn't get married early... Tut, tut, it's too obsess, too obsess!"
Chloe was anxious. She tried to hold back her red face and said, "You're the Dejor. You didn't come early. Aman has gone to the company early, okay?"
"Oh?" Zoya, who was on the other side of the phone, was stimulated and continued to retaliate, "President is really vigorous, but you are not strong enough. You can't keep up with your physical strength. Young Madam, you have to nourish yourself. Do you want me to help you find some soup to nourish your kidney..."
"Get out!" Chloe roared and stopped driving with this person who had no experience in sex (in harmony). "If you have nothing to do, will go back to sleep."
"Sleep?" Zoya said, "It's already noon. I don't want to eat anymore. Have you eaten yet?"
"No, I didn't. Did I do it?"
Chloe said in a muffled voice.
She was too tired to get up, although her stomach had protested for a long time.
"That's just in time." Zoya said, "I'm so busy that I haven't had breakfast or lunch. Why don't you get up and have a meal with me?"
"Hello, hello, chief editor Zoya, have i told you that I'm not feeling well now... "Chloe rubbed her aching waist to remind herself of her current condition.
Zoya snorted. "That's enough. You've never been so comfortable before."
Chloe threw herself at him.
"But... damn it!"