Lover Baby
22 The heart of the prime minister

Third Youn

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Along the way, her husband asked about her well-being from time to time. I was also trying my best to enjoy the care and thoughtfulness from my husband. Her head was leaning against his shoulder.

"Honey, you're still as cute as before.”My husband teased me and looked at me sideways.

"Is that so? I don't believe it. Hehe." I turned my head to look at him, trying to find a trace on his face, even if it was just a tiny trace of adulteration, but I was disappointed. That face was no longer as fair and delicate as when she was young. It was no longer as smooth and shiny as when she was young. Perhaps there were still some scars left behind by the passage of time, but there was no trace of hypocrisy.

To be able to become the only one in his heart, and to be loyal to him, this is the success of my marriage and the return of my love.

"Hubby, I'm not complimenting you, but you're more attractive when you're mature.”I pouted and gave my husband a girlish look. My husband moved his hand and combed the bangs on my forehead.

"My attraction is for you, honey.”

"I know. I trust you very much, dear.”I twisted my body and acted coquettishly.

"Honey, let me send you to the office.”My husband is also reluctant to part with me. He can't wait to accompany me all the time, afraid that I'll be unhappy and suffer.

"Okay, hubby." I closed my eyes slightly and leaned my head on his arm, allowing him to hold me.

The road of intoxication always feels very short. Indeed, it didn't take long for me to reach the office building.

I lazily opened my drunken eyes and followed my husband's footsteps to the office.

"Hello, Director Li."

"Director Li, you're so lucky." "Sister Mei, you'll make us jealous.”

It wasn't a long journey, but they met quite a few people. It was currently the peak hour for work. From time to time, I would respond to their words or nod my head.

And I would always look at my husband beside me and see his blissful look.

Soon, they arrived at the office door. I took out the keys and my husband took them and opened the door.

He held my hand and walked in. I really didn't want to let go of my hand.

"Honey, my dear baby." There were only the two of us in the empty room. When it came to separating, our hearts were extremely unwilling.

"Hubby, my lover." I looked up at him, my eyes telling him my heart.

"Honey, blame me for being the rose that will never wither in your heart. You cared for it with your heart and watered it with love. In your heart till we grow old.”

"Hubby, after fifteen years of hard work, that rose has become more and more beautiful. The fragrance it emits pervades the space of happiness.”

"Yes, my wife. That rose was cultivated and planted by the two of us. We won't let it wither.”

His eyes were filled with a serious and persistent light. There was no domineering air of an old man, no cold and old heart.

It was as if he was still young, his passion still surging, and the ripples did not have that kind of impulse. It was a kind of passion that only tacit understanding could feel.

"En, yes, the result of our hands-on labor.”

"Honey, I love you." With that, my husband lowered his head and moved his lips to my forehead. His affectionate lips were still passionately imprinted on my forehead.

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