Back To The 90s: The Resilient Daughter-In-Law
Chapter 1087 - Chapter 1087 Chapter 1086 Cooking Porridge

Chapter 1087: Chapter 1086: Cooking Porridge Chapter 1087: Chapter 1086: Cooking Porridge “Bei Jiang,” Nan Fei’s fingers trembled as they touched the white gauze on his back, her heart aching immensely. “You still have injuries!”

“Wife, what are you trying to say?” Huo Beijiang snapped, biting her hard.

“I… I mean, are you okay… mm ah…”

“Bei Jiang… I was wrong…”

“Please…”

“Bei Jiang, I… I really can’t do it anymore.”

“Wuwu… you’re bullying me, jerk…”

Huo Beijiang seeing her lips, ravaged and bright red, begging for mercy, simply kissed her to silence, not allowing her to utter a word. She could only sink beneath him, both of them falling into the vortex of desire.

In the spacious bedroom, the man’s breaths mingled with the woman’s charming sounds.

Nan Fei didn’t know how many times she begged for mercy, finally fainting in a daze.

When she opened her eyes again, it was pitch black outside the window, and all around was quiet. She got up in a daze, tried to get out of bed, but her legs gave way and she fell straight to the floor. Thankfully, the thick carpet meant it didn’t hurt.

“Jerk!” Nan Fei cursed under her breath, annoyed, taking a good while to get up.

Her whole body felt like it had been run over by a stone, her back ached, her legs hurt. Nan Fei’s face turned as red as a ripe apple, cursing Huo Beijiang in her heart once again.

The jerk must have been holding it in for too long, going on without end.

He was a freak with his own stamina, and at the peak of his youth, even with severe injuries he was lively as a dragon. This time it really was like sending a sheep into a tiger’s mouth!

Nan Fei deeply felt her own lack of stamina, the gap was too big.

While her mind was in disarray, Nan Fei picked up clothes from the floor and put them on carelessly, only to realize after putting them on that they were Huo Beijiang’s. A single garment so large it could serve as two, long and oversized. She was hungry and opened the bedroom door to go downstairs and prepare something to eat.

At that moment, lights were on downstairs, and the sound of someone talking in the kitchen reached her.

“Commander, are you going to cook?”

“Making porridge.” Huo Beijiang was casually dressed in home clothes, the buttons on his shirt not properly fastened, revealing his sturdy chest and several scratch marks. His supremely handsome face was filled with satisfaction, and his already excellent features shone even brighter.

The charm in his brow was enough to overwhelm even men.

Ning Di didn’t even dare look at his boss, just spoke seriously, “Commander, can you really make porridge?”

“Nonsense! Your commander can’t make porridge, can’t I learn?”

“How’s the learning going?” Ning Di worried deeply for his commander.

“Err… this is the third pot, beginning to see some results.”

“Commander… do you need my help?” He could cook at home.

Huo Beijiang’s face stiffened, speaking displeased, “Wishful thinking, this is porridge I’m making for my wife, you have no part in it.”

Ning Di: “…”

Actually, he didn’t want to help at all, he just couldn’t stand watching the boss waste food.

“Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and tell me the information you found. Speak and then leave!” Not to delay him and his wife’s good times.

“Before discussing Jing Tong’s death, I have another matter to report.”

“Speak!”

“Your sister-in-law’s sister, Jiang Zhuanzhuan, has been getting quite close with the Leng Family people.” Ning Di thought carefully about his words, “I find Jiang Zhuanzhuan very strange, do you want to mention it to the sister-in-law?”

“Even you think it’s strange?”

Ning Di was speechless, he wasn’t an idiot.