MTL - The Stepmother of a Wealthy Family Takes Care of Her Baby In Reverse In a Variety Show

Chapter 131 Take off your clothes

 Although she didn't want to admit it, this was the truth.

She sighed, put the phone aside, and turned around to continue coaxing her daughter to take a nap.

As a result, this turn almost scared her to death.

Tang Jingze didn't know when he came in.

 He was standing right behind her, within a short distance of being able to run into his arms as soon as she turned around.

Her mouth opened, and her frightened instinctive reaction made her want to scream, but the next second, Tang Jingze's hand reached out to cover her mouth, and then he leaned close to her and reminded her: "Your daughter is asleep, do you want to Wake her up?"

 Wen Yue: “…”

 She slowly turned her head to look at the bed.

It turned out that when she answered the phone, Mianmian had already fallen asleep.

Wen Yue withdrew her gaze and opened Tang Jingze's hand. Her breathing became faster and her voice trembled: "Mr. Tang, you scared me."

She was answering Tang Yusheng's call just now, digesting all kinds of emotions in her heart, and she didn't realize when Tang Jingze came in!

Tang Jingze said in a cold tone: "Hanyu's phone number?"

Wen Yue swallowed her saliva and nodded lightly: "Yes."

Tang Jingze asked: "What did he say to make you look so bad?"

Wen Yue subconsciously raised her hand to touch her face. Does she look bad?

 At this moment, Tang Jingze's hand suddenly stretched out.

Wen Yue saw his hand and suddenly avoided it as if she was stressed. She frowned and asked warily, "Mr. Tang, what are you doing?"

Tang Jingze's hand stopped in mid-air: "Your hair is messed up."

Wen Yuelu didn't care much about her image during the two days of the show. Her hair often looked a little messy, and she didn't do much to keep it in a natural state.

Leng Buding saw Tang Jingze reaching out to fix her hair. Wen Yue resisted such intimacy and subconsciously avoided contact. Especially thinking about the forced kiss in the car made her feel uncomfortable for a while. She was hiding now when she could and would never let him take advantage again.

But Wen Yue didn't know that the more she acted like this, the more she would arouse Tang Jingze's desire to conquer.

When Wen Yue avoided Tang Jingze's touch, he looked displeased, grabbed her wrist and pulled her in front of him: "What are you hiding from?"

Wen Yue raised her head to meet his aggressive gaze and replied, "Mr. Tang, please respect yourself."

Tang Jingze stared at her pretty lips: "Are you self-respecting?"

His sudden smile made Wen Yue shiver all over. She struggled with her arms a few times, but in vain. Finally, she simply followed his temper: "...Mr. Tang, I didn't distinguish between status. It was my fault."

Her initiative to surrender made Tang Jingze particularly satisfied: "Knowing how to advance and retreat is quite interesting."

A forced smile appeared on Wen Yue's lips: "As long as Mr. Tang is satisfied." After Tang Jingze let go of her hand, Wen Yue immediately stepped back three steps and opened a safe distance from Tang Jingze, then asked: "Mr. Tang Why haven't you left yet? Aren't you busy?"

Tang Jingze took off his coat, unbuttoned the cuffs of his shirt and rolled up, revealing half of his thin and strong forearms, and then pointed at the stains on his trouser legs.

Wen Yue was so close just now that she didn't see that Tang Jingze's pants were dirty.

 Where he saw his finger, a stain soaked in vegetable soup suddenly appeared in front of his eyes. Wen Yue suddenly remembered that not long ago she went to deliver lunch to Tang Jingze and finally put the bamboo basket on his lap...

 It turned out that the vegetable soup was overflowing.

  And she did it.

Wen Yue looked embarrassed, changed the subject and asked, "Mr. Tang, is today's meal still to your liking?"

Tang Jingze told the truth: "General."

 Wen Yue: “…”

 She originally wanted to forget it, but she felt a little unconvinced in her heart. She wanted to defend herself, but she didn't know what to say. She racked her brains and replied: "You are just average."

These words, coupled with Wen Yue's angry expression, made Tang Jingze lower his eyes and couldn't help laughing: "It's an average match, but it's a perfect match."

Wen Yue didn’t like this word: “A perfect match is only after death.”

Tang Jingze was slightly startled. He didn't know whether to be angry or laughing for a moment. He simply stopped teasing her and pointed at his pants: "Help me fix this stain."

Wen Yue's eyes widened slightly, and she said in confusion: "Can't you go to the city and buy a new set?"

Tang Jingze said confidently: "No, whoever caused it will handle it."

Wen Yue couldn't help but cursed: "You are sick."

Tang Jingze narrowed his narrow eyes with a dangerous expression: "You provoked me twice today."

Wen Yue pretended to have forgotten: "How could it be twice?"

 She remembers calling him a dog for the first time.

Tang Jingze’s attitude was undeniable: “I’ll find a way to deal with it.”

 His tone seemed to ask her to compromise.

Because in Tang Jingze's opinion, the woman who follows him must at least be well-behaved and sensible, and Wen Yue must be one of them.

However, he did not expect that Wen Yue was not only sensible, but also seemed to be too sensible. This time she did not refute him, but said directly to him:

“Mr. Tang, take off your clothes.”

 (End of this chapter)