Husband Setting

Slap Slavery

"What?" Jen scrunched her face with a stifled smile. Ever since returning from delivering his extended family, Darren sat in front of him, looking at him without saying a word. There is a sense of pleasure and guilt in there. Jen was a little scared and awkward with her husband's gaze. What, anyway?

Darren changed his position in order to disguise such a heavy sigh. "I apologize on behalf of Dinka ...." He took Jen's hand and kissed her. "Your hand is hurt because of his brutal attitude ..," Darren said sincerely.

Jen laughed grievously, what the hell, anyway? Like this as if what Darren did was— slapped Dinka, he really regretted. Like a compulsion, actually. Jen refuses to think, Darren just wants to be seen defending her. "is Myung really dead?" he made sure that he deserved to be treated badly by his sister-in-law. I don't know, it feels like what he did for Dinka, it feels useless if Myung finally dies in his care, in his hands.

"No idea, I haven't asked you yet, mom and dad." Darren said softly. "But it's outrageous too if it's just about the cat he's treated you so much." Jen held back a smile, seeing that Darren seemed to really dislike her sister's attitude just now. His heart moved with passion.

However, a moment later Jen came back sad, "if the truth died, it died while with me, so it's natural that he was angry ..," Jen said softly and almost cried.

Darren seemed to not believe what he had just heard, "you still feel guilty for the cat's death, while he was about to kill—"

Darren pulled out his thunderous remark full of anger. Maybe he still thinks that way ....

"Virtually what, Ren?" Jen put up her hearing. He wasn't dreaming or daydreaming when Darren was almost like he was talking about killing. Yeah, it must kill!

Darren let out a rough breath, then sat back down and hugged his wife with a bitter feeling from the side. "it's okay, Myung almost killed the neighbor's bird, which he had, and we're being prized because the bird's owner thinks Myung is ours, so he's angry with us.

"Naughty then ...." Jen's laughter again sounded, "hey, baby ..you if you're born do not be naughty yes, it seems, we inherited a very much naughty genes from our previous people ...," Jen rubbed her flat stomach. It felt like if the woman was smiling happily, Darren felt all that right from the vibration of his wife's voice.

"I don't know, Ren, she's going to grow up this fast in my stomach" Jen said in little doubt by Darren. "I mean, she came so fast, but I didn't know how to be a good mother. I haven't thought that far."

Jen turned her head slightly to see how Darren had expressed when he heard her words just now. He was afraid that Darren misunderstood when the man was silent for a while.

"You're the one who inadvertently asked her to attend ...," accused Daren of further tightening her arms over Jen's stomach.

Jen patted Darren's hand gently around her stomach, "when do I ask?"

Darren clucked, "pretend to forget again .. do I need to remind one-on-one, when you ask not to be in—hemp."

Darren's words are interrupted when Jen's hand closes her mouth.

Jen's eyes looked threatening. "You should be firm dong... hunted take yours before spilling carelessly ...," sungutnya with pursed lips.

Darren instantly became annoyed, he lowered Jen's hand from his mouth and held the struggling hand in the air. Pushing Jen's body down on the bed. "It's not just any! And, I can't do anything when your hands and feet are so insolent that I've repeatedly offered to you, but you refuse me to take mine."

Jen rubbed her eyes, like she was smothered in cement for a while. "Darren ... You're such a pervert!" Jen finally got her voice back, she was heartily flirting with the words of her husband just now. Oh my God .. that's right! Uh ...!

Her hand pushed her husband's chest slowly, as she still remembered both hands were bearing the weight. However, still, he grimaced because his left hand felt sore. "Nr ...."

"Eh, sorry-sorry ....!" Darren immediately got up and blew the back of Jen's hand and rubbed it slowly.

"Udah, I don't papa, kok, rich kid just wear blown all," said Jen shyly as she pulled her hand from Darren's grasp.

Darren smiled, "don't be ashamed of it, I'm happy to do it, at least it's lightening, I know you'll soon be exhausted with the baby in your belly."

"really?" Jen Meyipit couldn't believe it, Darren knew so much about pregnancy than she did. "Sok knows, you ...."

"Yes, you know..many of my classmates complained about the difficulty of getting pregnant in the class chat group."

"Secretly you join the group as well huh, same mother-mak in your class group." Jen pinched her lips.

"It's a free science, which .. and it's useful to me as well."

Darren raised both his eyebrows with a stifled smile. "The basis of his free love." The two men chuckled when Darren consciously immediately fixed Jen's sleeping position to collapse comfortably.

"About how big is he, now? I'm really curious" she asked, asking Darren to sleep next to her.

"Maybe as big as your thumb ..," replied the original Darren and it managed to get Jen's forehead to publish a small frown. "Not to think about it anymore. Go to sleep, you're tired." Darren placed his hand under Jen's head, then coiled another shield around her waist to rub Jen's stomach. If she could repeat the time, she would strictly forbid Jen from taking care of Myung, eating raw food, keeping clean, and getting checked out early. All this because of his ignorance.

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