My Perfect Husband's

CHAPTER 93 What Sense Is There?

Afif rubbed Naynay's hand in his hand. His wife fell asleep as the private jet headed for its next destination, but felt dizzy after descending from the helicopter that took them out of the Afif private island.

"How do you feel about my cousin's sister is the same?" asked Afif without looking at the person he was talking to. Afif was more interested in looking at the cute face of sleeping Naynay leaning on her shoulder. The mummy refused to be taken to the room.

Ryan smiled faintly with eyes that could not escape staring at the blue sky with a sea of clouds through the window. "Let the old story be forgotten by time, Young Master."

"I asked about your feelings!" afif's reply was upset that Ryan gave the non-connecting answer.

"Still the same, it will probably forever remain the same, Young Master." Ryan returned Afif's sharp gaze with his calm gaze, in this condition he would still casually face an Afif.

Afif smiled mockingly at his secretary and threw his phone at the chair opposite him. After that he improved Naynay's sleep to stay comfortable.

Ryan looked at the annoyed pp Afif who was lying helplessly there. He sighed in annoyance and chose to close his eyes, both of his hands were closed in front of his chest.

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The airport looks so crowded, reporters are scattered on each side. News of Afif's arrival to the country leaked out until they were willing to wait since the sun had not even risen until the sky began to turn dark now. The slightest thing, if it was about Afif, then it would be worth it. Moreover, all the universe is so curious about the figure of the Young Master's wife.

Naynay hugged Afif's hand tightly, his pale lips covered with the black mask he wore. Shocked and scared, that was how Naynay felt when dozens of cameras with such a dazzling flash greeted him there. Holding his stomach, Naynay hid his face behind Afif's shoulder.

Afif immediately pulled Naynay's body slowly and hugged her. His wife rubbed his back to calm down. Afif's eyes looked at Ryan who started walking towards the crowd and raised his hand. A second later, the atmosphere was instantly silent.

"You are allowed to take pictures and videos as you please. But remember, never make Young Master and Young Miss feel uncomfortable!" ryan said so firmly with his intimidating flat face.

Naynay who no longer heard the noise of the dozens of people raised his head slightly and turned towards the crowd. The cameras kept their eyes on them, but the reporters were no longer as boisterous as before reporting on their respective news channels.

"It's okay, let's go!" Afif rubbed Naynay's head and took his wife to walk out to a parked car lined up. They immediately entered and the car in sequence exited the airport area.

Afif wiped the sweat on Naynay's forehead sitting beside him. After that he rubbed his wife's stomach and whispered soothing words.

Traveling for thirty minutes, they finally reached their destination. This time Afif did not carry a private theme anymore, he took his wife to his luxury home in the country. Already satisfied he spent a whole week with Naynay, now he will give Naynay time to get around this beautiful city.

"Aaaa... Kangen!!" naynay after getting out of the car. He walked quickly over to Yasmin who was carrying Araa in front of the entrance.

"Rest first, Nay! You just got there!" yasmin said twisting her body from Naynay who wanted to carry Araa. With such a big stomach he could no longer hold Araa.

Naynay pursed his lips and nodded in a forced manner. He kissed his parents' hands before they brought Afif in and went to the room. Their goods are complete there because Mr. Hen has already left here and prepared everything.

"Surely just sleeping, hhmm?" tanya Afif held onto Naynay's waist and pointed her face at his wife's neck.

Naynay pinched Afif's stomach quite hard and pushed softly the head that was still attached to his neck. "Nay tired, his grandpa also kicked really hard." Directing one hand of Afif to his stomach.

Afif kneels with his face facing Naynay's distended stomach, gently stroking it. "Good boy, don't be so loud! Do you want Papa to look now?"

Naynay immediately retreated after hearing Afif's question to his little angel. Her husband's brain is indeed not sane since the night he ran away first, the contents of his brain is only 'cock our child' only.

"You sleep, it's hard." mumble Naynay and move up on the bed. He lay down on his back to Afif who was already standing by the bed.

"Nay.." call Afif while throwing his clothes that he has opened and come up to the bed.

"Darling, are you angry? I was just kidding." said Afif and hugged Naynay from behind. He pecked his wife's white nape several times. His tone and style of speech were like a male bucin cap Neptune who was far away.

Naynay was just him, but he twisted his body and hugged Afif so tightly. This man is the most comfortable roll in the world for that bump.

"Elus head Nay!" said Naynay while pointing Afif's hand over his head.

"Hhmm.." Afif smiled broadly and stroked his wife's head until a soft snore from her small, seductive lips.

"Tomorrow, you can't refuse." Afif kissing jidat Naynay.

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