When I woke up, I was entangled by a rough guy with eight-pack abs

Chapter 143 Wife, You Smell So Good

Ning Ying blushed and said, "Watch the road and drive carefully."

"Don't worry, my wife. I'm a good driver and I drive steadily."

"..."

After a while, Qin Zhao parked the car in front of a two-story Western-style building.

Ning Ying took a look around in the night. The exterior of this small Western-style building imitated a Roman oval castle, with an arched window in the middle. It was out of tune with the surrounding courtyard style of old Beijing.

Qin Zhao opened the door and walked in holding her hand. There were many roses and wild roses planted in the courtyard, and there was a small pavilion made of grape vines in the middle.

You can tell at first glance that it was made by Ms. Yan.

"This is the house my grandpa gave me. She lived there for a while before, but it was probably too lonely to live alone, so she moved to a place near the school."

Ning Ying has been calculating the value of this small Western-style building since the moment she entered the door.

There's no way around it. People who have been poor are inevitably particularly sensitive to money.

This is Fujing Street, where every inch of land is worth a lot of money. A single courtyard house can be sold for hundreds of millions of yuan in the future.

This two-story western-style building will have to be multiplied several times at least.

"Tsk, I really can't tell, you are a hidden rich man?"

When Qin Zhao saw her eyes shining, he knew that she liked him.

It just so happens that he has everything that his wife likes.

"What's mine is yours. Take your household registration booklet to transfer it someday."

"We haven't even gotten married yet, and you're transferring the house to me. Aren't you afraid that I'll run away?"

"If you want to run away, it means I didn't do a good enough job. If I can let you run away, it means I'm incompetent."

Ning Ying happily hugged his thin waist: "Qin Zhao, how many more surprises do you want to give me?"

"So do you like me a little more?"

Ning Ying was afraid that he would be arrogant, so she pinched her fingers and gestured to him: "Just a little bit."

Qin Zhao lowered his head and kissed her fingers: "I have more than just this little bit..."

His actions were too ambiguous and his eyes were almost thread-like, which inevitably made people think of the wrong thing.

Ning Ying just felt her fingers getting hot.

Qin Zhao then held her fingers and said, "Wife, I'll take you inside to see our new house."

He pushed open the doors one by one, and Ning Ying's eyes brightened and brightened until sparks were about to come out.

"I didn't expect you to be so pretentious that you collected so many famous paintings and porcelains?"

These are all priceless treasures.

Ning Ying couldn't let go of the calligraphy.

"These belong to my grandfather. He said he was giving them to me, but in fact, his yard was full of space, so he wanted to find a safe place for these treasures."

"Grandpa is really good at seeing things, but didn't I hear you say before that he has donated all the treasures of his ancestors?"

"Yes, but the antique market has been reopened in recent years, and the old man has been buying them like crazy, spending almost half of his family's savings on these treasures."

"Grandpa is so... so cute!"

The old man’s ancestors were indeed great salt merchants, and their vision is so unique.

In the future, these things will be worth ten, a hundred, or a thousand times more.

Qin Zhao handed her the key: "Here, from now on these things are yours to keep."

Ning Ying suddenly felt the key was heavy: "Then I will... keep it for you temporarily?"

You clearly want it, but you pretend to be reserved.

Qin Zhao was almost amused by his wife's cute appearance. "Then I earnestly ask my wife to keep it for me for life. I wonder if my wife can do me the honor?"

"Then I will agree reluctantly."

Seeing Ning Ying couldn't wait to put the key in her pocket, Qin Zhao began to tease her: "Aren't you going to charge a storage fee?"

"Yes, these things are precious. I have to take responsibility for them. Of course I have to charge for their storage. Here..."

Ning Ying extended her hand toward him.

Qin Zhao simply held her face and pressed his lips against hers.

"I'm a poor soldier, so I have no choice but to give myself to you."

"..."

Ning Ying took a look around and discovered a problem. There was no furniture in the living room, study and bedroom of the small western-style building.

Qin Zhao explained to her: "Grandpa placed a lot of golden nanmu furniture before. I thought you had your own ideas and could decorate the wedding room according to your own preferences, so I asked him to carry all those things back to the old house."

Ning Ying suddenly felt her heart bleeding.

Antique furniture made of golden nanmu wood, how valuable is that?

Qin Zhao, this prodigal son!

"If you like it, I'll tell grandpa some other day and ask him to have someone carry it back."

Okay, the blood is back.

Ning Ying muttered, "Then do as you wish. After all, you are the male owner of this house from now on, so you have the final say."

Qin Zhao suppressed his laughter: "Do I have the final say on everything?"

"of course."

"Then can I sleep with my little wife tonight?"

Ning Ying blushed and said, "There's not even a bed in the bedroom. Are you going to let me sleep on the sofa?"

"There's no bed in the master bedroom, but there's a bed in the guest room, and it's a Simmons bed. Do you want to try it with me?"

Ning Ying pushed him away with a red face: "Then go wash up first."

Qin Zhao immediately became like a young boy, his chest rising and falling with excitement: "I'll go to the side bedroom to take a shower, you go to the master bedroom to take a shower, come to the side bedroom to find me later, okay?"

Since Ning Ying came with him, she was naturally prepared and nodded with a red face.

Qin Zhao hugged her and kissed her again and again: "Wife, you really love me, I will love you well later."

"go quickly."

Qin Zhao walked into the bedroom shirtless.

Ning Ying took a bag from the car and went to the master bedroom with a blushing face.

Qin Zhao took a quick shower and came out wrapped in a bath towel after a while.

He raised his hand and touched his chin, worried that the stubble would prick his wife, so he went back and picked up the razor, removing the stubble over and over again.

Although he rarely uses aftershave on a daily basis, he always feels it is effeminate.

But when I picked it up and smelled it, I found it had a refreshing fragrance. Thinking that my wife must like this smell, I tried applying it on my chin.

After tidying himself up, he lay down on the bed and waited.

My pulse raced just by listening to the sound of running water in the bathroom next door.

For the first time, he felt that waiting was so long and so torturous.

In order to calm himself down and accumulate strength to perform well, he got out of bed and started doing push-ups.

He didn't stop until he heard the sound of water flowing next door stopped. He then lay on the bed pretending nothing had happened.

After a moment, Ning Ying pushed open the door wrapped in a wet bath towel.

Her hair was dripping with water, making her little face look fair and sparkling.

Qin Zhao's breathing subconsciously stagnated, and he covered his legs with the quilt, then patted the place beside him: "Wife, come here~"

Ning Ying walked over with a red face.

Qin Zhao got up and helped her wipe her hair, then took out a hair dryer to help her dry it bit by bit.

Ning Ying's hair became fluffy, making her oval face look even smaller.

He pulled aside her hair, lowered his head and kissed her: "Wife, you smell so good~"

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(One more chapter~)