"Can we talk face to face? My neck is really sore."
Qin Miaomiao said as she looked at Lu Qing with a greasy look. Just when she relaxed her guard and wanted to take a step forward, Lu Qing directly pressed her onto the bed.
"Mrs. Teng, you came back late today. Don't you want to explain to your dear husband?"
Hearing Lu Qing's words, Qin Miaomiao really thought he was childish. But she couldn't voice her thoughts. Who knows how to coax him if he gets petty and angry?
Men are like kids, or should I say, more childish than kids.
"You really act like a child."
With an affirmative look in her eyes, Qin Miaomiao couldn't help but scrutinize Lu Qing. With their fingers intertwined, he stared into her pupils, watching the dimples on her cheeks as she smiled. At this moment, he felt his heart was filled.
"I had a lengthy meeting today, and there's a new movie starting production next week, so I came back late."
