The disabled big guy's oki silly wife

Part 47

because he did a bedtime exercise, he yi woke up a little late the next day, and when he woke up, he saw shang jinghui sitting on the sofa in front of the floor-to-ceiling window reading a book, and his slender legs were randomly folded together, which was a very relaxed posture.

he was not wearing the cold and hard dark suits of the past, but a set of light-colored casual housecoats, his hair was not blown up as usual, and his forehead hair hanging down when he looked down at the book slightly covered his eyebrows, looking as if he was suddenly several years younger.

the sunlight outside the floor-to-ceiling window sprinkled on him through the window screen, making his temperament become softer by a few points.

he yi had never seen such a business scene before, and he felt that it was very novel, and he was stunned unconsciously.

shang jinghui felt something, looked up and saw he yizheng staring at him with glowing eyes, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, put down the book in his hand and walked over.

"wake up and eat something." shang jinghui said.

he yi blinked his eyes, and suddenly raised his arm at shang jinghui and said softly, "husband hug." 

shang jinghui bent down and picked him up, "why did you spoil him early in the morning?"

he yi wrapped his hands and feet like an octopus and wrapped around shang jinghui's waist, hung himself on shang jinghui's body, and then leaned over to kiss him on his light-colored lips, staring at the unusually handsome face in front of him and launching a delusion: "husband, you look good today." 

shang jinghui raised an eyebrow, smiled and asked, "didn't i look good before?" 

"it used to look good, but today it looks particularly good." he yi said from the heart.

shang jinghui didn't expect that this little guy was still a yan control, and couldn't help asking, "then if i don't look good, don't you like me?" 

he yi thought about it seriously before saying, "i like it too, but now i like it even more." 

shang jinghui put the person back on the bed, pinched he yi's face viciously, and sneered: "little thing without conscience." 

he yi rubbed his sore cheeks in grievance, and retorted angrily, "i'm not!" 

"i'm so good to you, you just stare at my face, and say that you don't have a conscience?" shang jinghui asked rhetorically.

"i didn't just feed your face." he yi defended.

i'm actually still hungry for you.

he yi did not dare to say the second half of the sentence, afraid that shang jinghui would pull him to do morning exercise in one breath.

although he likes to play that kind of game with shang jinghui, but he just did it once last night, he still has some soreness in his waist, and his stomach is too big to use, and it is easy to get tired if he can use it, so he doesn't want to come again now.

shang jinghui's figure is really good, he used to have pectoral muscles and abs when he was in a wheelchair, after these months of rehabilitation, the legs that were originally some muscle atrophied have also returned to normal, and the proportions everywhere are perfect.

although he yi is not very good at aesthetics in other aspects, he has played an extraordinary role in the business scene, and no matter how you look at it, you feel that the business scene is particularly good-looking, and everywhere is good-looking.

seeing that shang jinghuan's cold face seemed to be angry, he yi quickly wrapped his arms around his waist, and rubbed his head on his chest, leaning back and saying softly: "husband, don't be angry, how do you like it, i like my husband the most, and my husband is very good-looking, he is the most beautiful person under the sky!" "