A Romantic Night: Get a CEO Home

"Go to sleep, your husband is here." Jin Beiseng turned his head and kissed Zhou Man's pure and slightly pursed lips.

The way this woman was pursing her lips made people feel that she was a bit heartless. In the darkness, Jin Beisen blinked his dark eyes, his unfathomable eyes stared at her sleeping appearance, and the hand on her waist tightened even more.

That night, Zhou Manzhen slept exceptionally well.

The next day, the weather turned su

y and windy, which was also a rare good weather.

Uncle Zou had been ru

ing around the hospital and the police station the night before. He was exhausted. After all, he was old and not as vigorous as the young.

The first rays of the morning sun shone into the back garden of the villa. A cool breeze blew past, and the fragrance of flowers filled the air.

Uncle Zou was lying on the couch resting with his eyes closed. His sharp ears suddenly heard a sound and he abruptly opened his eyes. His voice was so serious that it made people's hearts tremble. "Who?"

"Long time no see. Master is still as unaged as ever." Kang Song was wearing a pair of black-framed glasses and appeared behind Uncle Zou without anyone noticing. He was only in his early twenties, but he had extraordinary agility.

Kang Song came from an ordinary background. Three years ago, he entered the special forces training and was selected by Uncle Zou as his disciple. A year ago, he went to the United Kingdom to study for a Master's degree in Meridian Studies.

"Song, when did you come back?" Uncle Zou stood up from the reclining chair in surprise. He intended to nurture Kang Song into the next person, to properly serve beside Jin Beisheng, he wanted to retire in a few years, Uncle Zou was also in his early twenties, and so he started to work hard with Jin Jiahe. Currently, Jin Jiahe had long abdicated his position and retired, and his Ferghana Horse was still struggling on the battlefield.

"I just got off the plane last night, master. How are you? Are you all right? " Kang Song eagerly pulled Uncle Zou down to lie down. He gave Uncle Zou a very filial and dutiful beating of the leg and massaging him.

"I'm fine, but I've been busy lately. Mrs. Zhu and Mrs. Zhu met the kidnappers in the underground parking lot. Director Jin got injured and went to the hospital." Uncle Zou sighed, his heart filled with melancholy.

"Ah?" How could this be? Is Boss Jin seriously injured? "

"Quite a lot of blood has been lost, and it has already been rescued. It's time for you to come back. Wait a few more years for me to retire and enjoy life of bliss." Uncle Zou said with a smile. His eyes had a hint of the usual ster

ess.

"Master, you are still young."

Uncle Zou lazily laid on the chair and waved his hand. "Don't flatter me. I'm really old. Do you want to go to work at the company now or do you want to go after a few days?"

"Then go now."

"Sure, it's good to get familiar with it as soon as possible."

Ye Family.

Ever since she was pregnant, Jin Zhuwen's temper had been especially bad, especially last night. When Ye Junwen woke up in the morning, his face had always been dark. He thought about what he had done wrong.

Could it be that a pregnant woman had a bad temper and had an outburst?

Although Ye Junwen's heart was full of doubts, he still eagerly went to the kitchen to make Jin Zhuwen's favorite dish of milk and steamed eggs.

After Jin Zhuwen finished washing her face and rinsing her mouth, she brought Lantau downstairs to find that the dining table downstairs was already filled with a sumptuous breakfast. Among which, there was her favorite dish, Milk Steamed Egg.

"Wen Wen, good morning Xiao Mo." Ye Junwen took off her apron and gracefully walked over.

"Morning, Uncle." Lantau obediently let go of Jin Zhuwen's hand, and politely walked to Ye Junwen's side and said.

Jin Zhuwen, on the other hand, maintained a straight face and directly skipped past Ye Junwen and her favorite dish of milk and steamed eggs. She took hold of Lantau's hand and said lovingly to Lantau, "Xiaomo, can Aunt take you out for breakfast?"

Lantau stared foolishly at her, pointing at the dining table. "Aunt, isn't there a lot of delicious food in the house?"

Having said so, Lantau could only swallow his saliva as he looked eagerly at Jin Zhuwen.

"Wenwen, the food outside is unhygienic. I made your favorite milk to steam the eggs." Ye Junwen smiled gallantly. He was still scared and afraid that if he wasn't careful, he would anger her again.

"No need, I don't want to eat this today. Every day, I eat milk to steam the eggs. I'm going to be sick to death." Jin Zhuwen's brows furrowed, and his lips curled up into a cold smile.

Although he was still young and ignorant, he could still sense Jin Zhuwen's displeasure. He pouted his lips, and sensing that the atmosphere had become a little stifling, he calmly walked back to Jin Zhuwen's side and pulled at her slender finger, "Aunt, let's go outside to eat. Xiaomo wants to eat Soup Dumplings."

Ye Junwen didn't want to argue with Jin Zhuwen, not to mention that he still had a child with him. He knitted his brows and silently looked at her.

Jin Zhuwen walked past him, holding Lantau's hand, as if she didn't see it. She then went to the entrance, changed into a pair of white shoes, put on Lantau sandals, and left.

After Jin Zhuwen left, the empty living room became even more desolate. Ye Junwen stared at the food on the table with a bit of anger. He held his breath, not knowing where to vent his anger.

She wouldn't eat it, nor would he!

Hospital.

Zhou Manzhen was sleeping very soundly in Jin Beisheng's arms. As Jin Beiseng slightly moved, he could feel that the woman's soft body was sticking to his body. This kind of touch made him more and more happy, his thin lips unconsciously lifted up into a smile, and he opened his dark eyes, looking lovingly at her sleeping face.

Zhou Manquan moved his body, and accidentally touched the gauze wrapped around Jin Beiseng's abdomen. He hastily woke up from his sleep, and instantly opened his eyes wide.

Jin Beisen looked at her with a fu

y expression, seeing her large reaction, he pulled the corner of his mouth, with a gentle look in his eyes, "What's wrong?"

"I didn't hurt your wound, did I?" Zhou Manzhen sat up and quickly pulled open the blanket to have a look. Fortunately, there was no blood seeping out of the gauze, so he finally felt relieved.

Jin Beisen's eyebrows twitched, but he still had a smile on his face, "I'm fine, even if you really press down on me, I won't hurt." He hooked his finger and pulled on Zhou Man's arm, which was propped up on the bed. He then stretched out his arm and pulled her into his embrace in a domineering ma

er.

All of a sudden, Zhou Manzhen was once again in Jin Beisen's strong arms, and there was something called a sense of security spreading in his heart. Jin Beisen lifted her chin, his tongue prying apart her teeth, and then suddenly kissed his deeply.

His kiss was very deep, and it made Zhou Manzhen feel very messy. His whole body was filled with an electric current, and his hands began to move restlessly around her body. The nightgown that covered her legs was lifted by him and pushed up to her chest.