Mr.CEO Is So Obsessed with His Hot Wife

Nan Jiaojiao's breath hitched.

Cold eyes swept over the two people in the hallway before turning away to stare at the deep contours of Bo Yanching's face.

The hint of a smile at the corner of his mouth was bewitching.

"It's supposed to be my celebration banquet, why did Brother Chu bring her, such a mood spoiler."

Ye Shiqing was pressed against the wall, her legs wrapped around the man's waist, pouting and bringing her lips close to Shen Shichu's, as if kissing, her breathy words all slipping into his mouth.

"Jiaojiao is my fiancée, if I don't bring her out, others will suspect."

"Then you're not afraid of making me sad!" Ye Shiqing looked at him with tears in her eyes, her hands pulling his neck down further, "The one who brightens your nights every day is me."

Shen Shichu's breath was already erratic, "Didn't I buy you that E.Y skirt, what you want I give, still not satisfied?"

"I just can't stand seeing her!"

"Be good, I still have use for keeping Jiaojiao around, stop making a fuss."

Ye Shiqing's eyes sagged with disappointment, "Then for your anniversary, will you also bring her along?"

"Mhm."

"Are you really going to marry her?" Ye Shiqing's body pushed to its limits, she pulled the man's head down, gazing deeply into his eyes.

Shen Shichu was laughing, that kind of lascivious laugh under sexual desire, "I won't marry her, but I won't marry you either."

He stepped back, straightening his disheveled clothes, then looked up again with coldness in his eyes.

"What we have is a mutually beneficial relationship. If you don't want to sleep with me, I won't force you, but in front of Jiaojiao, tone it down a bit, she is after all your sister."

Ye Shiqing panicked all of a sudden, rushing over to embrace him, "I won't mention it again, never again!"

"Let's continue…"

Shen Shichu didn't want to talk further, lifting Ye Shiqing's waist to tilt her head to an angle more conducive to kissing.

The sound of hurried panting and the rustle of clothing rubbing together, in the deserted hallway, kept amplifying.

Landing on the ears like ants gnawing away.

Separated by a door, Nan Jiaojiao felt a chill throughout her body.

Bo Yanching noticed the changes on her face and suddenly knocked twice on the door.

"Who's there!"

The two outside were interrupted.

"It's me."

"Uncle?" Shen Shichu immediately let go of Ye Shiqing, hiding her in a dimly lit corner behind him, his eyes squinting suspiciously at the two embracing figures behind the door.

Through a thin veil, he could roughly see the woman in Bo Yanching's arms, her ears somewhat familiar, but she was draped in the man's suit jacket, her petite body almost buried in Bo Yanching's embrace.

"How much longer do you dare to stare?" Bo Yanching's voice, cold and chilling, seeped through.

Shocked, Shen Shichu lowered his head, "I didn't know Uncle was here, sorry for disturbing your mood, I'll take Jiaojiao away right now."

He grabbed Ye Shiqing and quickly walked away.

"He said he's taking you away, yet you're clearly in my arms," Bo Yanching lightly laughed.

Nan Jiaojiao looked up at him; originally, she had grabbed his clothes tightly out of nervousness, to be ready for whatever he might do in front of Shen Shichu, but now she didn't want to let go.

"Bo Yanching, I'm in a bit of pain."

The man's slightly curled lips turned chilly by degrees, his fingertip wiping away the tears at the corner of her eyes, "Where does it hurt?"

"My heart aches, and my body does too."

"What do you want me to do?"

Nan Jiaojiao clutched the front of his shirt and pulled down, her little mouth pressing against his lips, her voice low and muffled, "Be tender with me, please."

Frustration marred Bo Yanching's brows and eyes.

She was crying for another man in front of him.

"Fine, I'll be tender with you. Just don't cry afterwards."

He lifted Nan Jiaojiao up, kissing her as they stumbled into the chaise lounge.

Outside on the terrace, the moonlight was flickering dimly and brightly, and he looked up, enduring her kisses that were neither affectionate nor deep, until he lost control, pressing down on the back of her head to fiercely capture her lips.

"Nan Jiaojiao, you're the one provoking me."

"…" Her body shuddered violently.

Holding his face, she leaned up to kiss, "Then, is the consequence serious?"

Bo Yanching's Adam's apple bobbed, "Serious."

Nan Jiaojiao kissed him again, her arms gradually wrapping around his shoulders, becoming ever more presumptuous, "I've provoked you, and I'm not afraid."

"Heh…" He flipped her over, regaining dominance, his voice husky and amused, "You're a bold little girl."

A long time passed.

Shen Shichu had almost exploded Nan Jiaojiao's phone with calls before he finally saw her coming out of the elevator.

"Where have you been, if you get lost you should tell me, you had me worried."

Shen Shichu pulled her hand toward him, frowning, "Why is it so cold?"