Son-In-Law Is A Playboy

C72 Travel Where You Want to Go



C72 Travel Where You Want to Go

I certainly wouldn't let her down.    

    

"Silly girl, you don't know how to take care of yourself. You fell asleep on the sofa, aren't you afraid of catching a cold?"    

    

I held her tight and didn't let her down.    

    

"Let me down, I don't want you to hug me!"    

    

"Don't move."    

    

She really couldn't do anything to this stubborn woman.    

    

"Ugh …"    

    

She started to move again, and I put my hand on her small mouth and kissed her aggressively.    

    

Gradually, she calmed down and put her arms around my neck.    

    

After a few minutes, I reluctantly pulled away from her lips.    

    

"What a long wet kiss."    

    

I teased.    

    

Han Bing glared at me.    

    

"Don't think that it's over. I still haven't forgiven you."    

    

"Wife, let's live a good life and stop arguing."    

    

I said gently.    

    

"Don't think too much about it. Who would want to live a good life with you? We're just an agreed husband and wife."    

    

"Just treat it as me thinking too much into it. I've discovered that I really do owe you in my previous life. No matter how you treat me, I still love you. In front of you, I'll always be as lowly as ever."    

    

Han Bing laughed out loud.    

    

"You always make people happy. You make it sound like you are feeling wronged, as if I am bullying you every day."    

    

"Isn't it?"    

    

"En!"    

    

Han Bing wanted to go berserk again.    

    

"How could that be a domestic violence? That's flirting. Right, flirting."    

    

I hurriedly changed my words, causing Han Bing's expression to ease up.    

    

F * ck you!    

    

She was June, and her expression immediately changed.    

    

Fortunately, brother reacted quickly.    

    

Humph!    

    

I held her at the bedroom door, kissed her for a few minutes, talked to her for a while, my hands were sore, and hurried to take a few steps and put her on the bed in the bedroom.    

    

At the same time, I lay down beside her.    

    

The feeling of getting back together after the conflict made me happy.    

    

"Wife, there are still three days until the National Day holiday. Let's go on a trip?"    

    

The relationship between the two of us finally eased a bit, so we took the opportunity to relax, deepen our relationship, and see if we can correct her thoughts again.    

    

Last night, she had a clandestine affair with her little lover, which caused my heart to drop to the bottom.    

    

After working so hard for so long, he was suddenly beaten back to his original form.    

    

She definitely could not let her thoughts go back to the past, and she could not let this little bitch Xu Wanqing take the opportunity to get away.    

    

"Just the two of us?"    

    

"Of course, do you want to bring that little bitch Xu Wanqing along?"    

    

"What do you mean little slut? This is so unpleasant to hear."    

    

Han Bing pounded on my chest.    

    

"Calling her a little slut is already considered light. If I don't find a man, I must hook up with my wife."    

    

I said bitterly.    

    

"Oh, I'm jealous."    

    

Han Bing flipped over and laid on top of me, her slender fingers hooked onto my chin as she teased.    

    

"I don't want to be jealous, I want to drink milk."    

    

I put one hand on Han Bing's perky butt, while the other hand grabbed onto her tender breasts, and said with a mischievous smile.    

    

"There's An Mushi in the fridge. Take it yourself."    

    

Little brat, pretend to be confused with your brother here!    

    

"I like fresh milk."    

    

I greedily rubbed the ball of pink tender, the smile became even more vulgar.    

    

"You! You're getting bolder and bolder! You dare to eat this old lady's tofu? I'll itch you to death!"    

    

Han Bing put her hand under my elbow and tickled me.    

    

"Spare me! Spare me! Haha!"    

    

I'm the most ticklish, especially when I'm happy, I feel all itchy all over.    

    

"Do you know your wrongs?"    

    

"McDull."    

    

I saluted her.    

    

"That's more like it."    

    

Han Bing put her head on my chest, revealing a very comfortable look.    

    

I stroked her hair, unconsciously placing my other hand on her buttocks.    

    

"Wife, let's talk business. Do you want to go on a trip?"    

    

Han Bing acknowledged and asked, "Where to?"    

    

"I guess it's like the Three Gorges on Hainan Island. Poyya, you must be tired of it. Let's go somewhere you've never been before."    

    

"What Pu Ya of the Three Gorges? That's San Ya."    

    

Han Bing was angered by me and laughed. He pounded my chest and corrected me.    

    

Brother did it on purpose to make her happy. This is called flirting.    

    

Ga Ga!    

    

"Oh, oh, right. Sanya, Sanya. Why do you feel so uncomfortable? Hehe."    

    

"You seem to have a place already."    

    

Han Bing looked at me curiously.    

    

"I'm sure you've never been to the place I'm going to. I promise I'll satisfy your curiosity and we'll leave tomorrow."    

    

"It's very mysterious. If you don't tell me, I'll pull you down."    

    

"Wifey, don't you think that what we're doing here should just be called getting into a fight at the end of the bed."    

    

"Stop being so stinky, who wants to sleep with you at the end of the bed? Go back to your room and sleep."    

    

We're just flirting, so of course I won't leave.    

    

On the contrary, he hugged her tightly.    

    

We stayed that way, and she liked to sleep on top of me.    

    

I remember that on the first night I met her, she also slept like that while lying on top of me.    

    

Just like this, we chatted for a long time before slowly falling asleep.    

    

When he woke up, the sky was already bright.    

    

We started to pack, and carried everything we needed to carry to the car.    

    

After all, this is a trip the two of us are going on. Passing through the two worlds, we just want to give Liu Cong a few days of vacation.    

    

But Liu Cong was unhappy and insisted on following me to protect me.    

    

I was touched, but it was inconvenient to have him by my side.    

    

In the end, I had to use the promissory note as a reason to keep him.    

    

The reason was: he had to hurry up and take the account, just in case Du Jingtian ran away again.    

    

When Liu Cong heard what I said, he immediately agreed and promised to get the money back.    

    

Of course, he had a condition. He had to donate half of the ten million.    

    

I readily agreed. This 10 million was originally a windfall. Giving half of it could be considered fulfilling my promise to the old man.    

    

We drove west, out of the city, straight to our destination.    

    

"How did you recover so quickly?"    

    

Han Bing looked at my head curiously.    

    

"We have our own secret medicine. As long as it's an external wound, it will recover in a day or two."    

    

I stroke my head smugly. I took off the bandages in the morning, leaving behind barely any scars. That old fogey's Golden Sore Medicine is really godly.    

    

"Be careful, I need to sleep for a while."    

    

"Mm, go to sleep, darling."    

    

I smiled and touched her hand.    

    

Most of them were on the highway, and it took them more than four hours to reach their destination.    

    

I woke Han Bing up. Han Bing rubbed her eyes, rolled down the window, and asked me with a frown, "Where is this? It's so shabby."    

    

"Since this is a county city, it naturally cannot be compared to a large city. Let's stay here for the time being, then I'll bring you around here."    

    

"You won't sell me out, will you?"    

    

Han Bing looked at me quizzically.    

    

"Even so, there must be someone who wants it!"    

    

I joked.    

    

"Fuck you!" Those guys want to talk to me, they're all just asking for it. You just don't take me seriously. "    

    

Han Bing glared at me.    

    

"Wrong, there is no one in this world who cares about you more than me."    

    

"Sweet talk, hmph!"    

    

While we were talking, we arrived at a decent hotel.    

    

I parked the car and carried my bag into the hotel.    

    

We had one of the best suites, but it wasn't as expensive as the Starbucks International Hotel suite, so I had to pay for it.    

    

"Wife, I'm the one who's going to take you on a tour this time. I'm responsible for all the expenses, you're only responsible for eating and playing."    

    

I patted my chest and straightforwardly said.    

    

"Hey, since when were you so generous? I saw you buying a car, you still have money?"    

    

"Yes, from now on, not only do I not want your money, I also want to give you money."    

    

"Praise you for a few words, yet you're still going up to heaven. Alright, here's the money."    

    

Han Bing stretched out his hand and waited for me to give her the money.    

    

"Ahem, that … I said it too early, the money isn't ready yet. Wait a while."    

    

I smiled embarrassedly.    

    

"Tsk, you must be bragging. No, your money couldn't have been given to you by that super model, right?"    

    

Just as we reached the door, Han Bing stopped and looked at me quizzically.    

    

"I swear, no!"    

    

"Hmph, if this old lady finds out that you're taking her money to pay me to travel, then I'll skin you alive."    

    

Han Bing threatened with his fist.    

    

Good boy!    

    

My wife is so violent.    

    

However, I'm already used to it.    

    

I felt so tired all the way down. After we entered the room, we went to take a bath first.    

    

I was going to take a mandarin duck bath with her, but she wouldn't let me.    

    

Afterwards, I held onto Han Bing's hand and prepared to go out to eat.    

    

"Why aren't you eating at the hotel?"    

    

Han Bing asked me.    

    

"Eating in a hotel all day, you don't have enough."    

    

"Then where should we go?"    

    

Han Bing asked me in surprise.    

    

Buy by chance!    

    

Why would my weird wife ask such an idiotic question?    

    

"Small restaurants and stalls."    

    

"Ah!" It's too dirty.    

    

Han Bing immediately revealed a bitter look.    

    

"My wife, I am very excited right now. Although this place has brought me nightmares, I still miss this place a lot because this is my hometown."    

    

"Ah!" Your home is right here.    

    

Han Bing's expression was too disgusting, and I was a little angry.    

    

"Yes, this is the place. I am a farmer after all."    

    

"I'm sorry, I just didn't expect that this would be your hometown."    

    

"This is a county town, and my house is in the countryside. It's even worse than this."    

    

I said snappily.    

    

"Oh, oh, you're not going to take me on a tour of the countryside, are you?"    

    

"Congratulations, you've guessed correctly."    

    

Han Bing frowned, unhappy.    

    

"Do you remember the childhood story I told you the last time we went fishing?"    

    

Han Bing nodded and revealed an excited expression.    

    

"This time, it will make you even more excited. The countryside and the city are two different worlds, each with their own beauty. You will like it here."    

    

Han Bing became even more excited, my words had successfully piqued her interest.    

    

"Let's go, little sister. If there's anything you want to play with, I'll bring you out to eat first."    

    

"Virtue."    

    

Han Bing rolled her eyes at me and let me hold her hand as I walked towards the stall.    

    

"Wifey, I'll let you have a taste of my hometown's sesame seed cake and bean curd. This is my favorite dish ever since I was young."    

    

"What's a sesame seed cake, and what's a tofu brain?"    

    

Han Bing asked curiously.    

    

"Wait a moment, you will know."    

    

We came to a roadside food stand.    

    

The food stall was simple. There was a sconce oven with a table beside it. There was a messy mess on the table and a man was busy preparing some noodles and scones.    

    

In the empty space behind them, there were a few tables and a woman was busy serving the guests soup and collecting money.    

    

"Wow, this place is so dirty."    

    

Han Bing frowned as he glanced at the wooden table and small stool.    

    

Her words were heard by the bakery owner, who glared at us.    

    

"You can leave if you want to."    

    

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. My wife is used to eating in hotels, this is her first time coming to a restaurant."    

    

I hastily covered Han Bing's mouth, afraid that she would say more nonsense, so I pretended to say something.    

    

At this time, a luxurious business car stopped in front of the bakery.    

    

Everyone who was eating turned to look. We were no exception, because the license plate of this car was actually from Hong Kong.    

    

The door opened and a woman stepped out.    

    

This woman was very beautiful, similar to Han Bing, with a good figure. She was dressed very stylishly and wore panda glasses.    

    

When I saw this woman, I was stunned.    

    

Bad food!    

    

Why did she come?    

    


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